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“Dad!”
“What?” he laughs.
“I expect it from her, but not you,” I grumble.
“I’m going to fry a couple more pieces of bacon,” Mom mutters walking back to the stove.
“Owwwww!”
God! What is he doing now?
There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s slater crying out like he’s dying.
“What the hell was that?” Jansen says.
“I don’t know. It definitely came from upstairs, I’d say Marigold’s room,” Mom says.
I panic as Jansen scoots his chair back and starts to get up. I put my hand on his arm.
“It’s nothing Dad. It’s just River’s cat. She was doing that all night last night. I’m pretty sure she's coming into heat and trying to call out to a boyfriend.”
Mom frowns. “We had her fixed. Dang it, Jan, do fixed cats still go into heat?
“You’re asking me about this? Lovey, I know a lot of things but I’m no expert on cats that want to get laid.”
Mom gives him a dirty look but goes back to cooking. Dad settles back in his seat and I’m breathing a little easier. Surely, after all of this, Slater is out of the house. That was close. I put a forkful of fluffy, scrambled eggs in my mouth and moan at how good it tastes. I am hungrier than I thought. I smile because that’s Slater’s fault. I had a lot of exercise. I feel a little guilty that he isn’t here to share the food. I’ll have to make it up to him.
I’m busy thinking of all the inventive ways I can do exactly that when all hell breaks loose.
“Motherfucker!”
Me, Mom, and Jan all freeze as if someone is holding a gun on us, while telling us not to move.
“What the hell?” Jan hisses.
“Get the fuck away from me! Son of a bitch!”
I stand up as panic hits me. I know that voice. Slater is yelling at someone and in this house that could be anyone. It would be just my luck if Green snuck home and caught Slater in my room naked. I take off sprinting to my room. I can hear Mom and Dad following behind me. I know this is going to be bad, but I’m too worried Green is going to beat Slater bloody with a baseball bat to try and stop them from coming upstairs.
If Slater is okay, I’m going to kill him. This is all his fault.
CHAPTER22
Slater
One of the best nights of my damn life and my woman wants me to sneak out of a window to hide from her parents. This shit was exciting when I was a kid—but I’m a grown man and I want my woman to be proud of me. I sure as hell don’t want her to hide me away like a dirty little secret. I growl under my breath—of course there’s no one around to hear my anger because they’ve already ran down the stairs like a scared little kid with their hands caught in a cookie jar.
I should just keep my ass in her bed and wait. It would serve her right. With my luck, Green would come home and find me here, though. It’s not that I’m worried about him finding out. I’m not. I’m willing to let the chips fall where they will. This thing I’ve started with Marigold feels good—damn good. If Green wants to be a dick, that’s on him.
I get up and start looking around for my clothes. I find my pants and shirt easily, but my damn socks and underwear are another story. I search all around the damn room and can’t find them anywhere. They’re not tangled up in the cover and I don’t see them on the floor.
Shit.
If I don’t get out of here, Marigold will never forgive me. That woman is stubborn as hell and she’d never admit it, but she’s also skittish as hell. I want her though—and the more I have her, the more want bleeds into need.
I turn to go back to look on the other side of the room, accidently hitting the side of her desk and stubbing my toe. It scoots against the floor. I limp over to the bed and sit down, holding my toe and cursing under my breath. Part of my damn toenail is hanging at an odd angle, and I grab it with my thumb and forefinger and yank it the rest of the way off. “Owwww!” I cry. “Marigold is going to spend her whole vacation choking on my cock and begging for more to make up for this shit.”
After massaging at least some of the pain out of toes, the one place I haven’t look comes to mind. I throw my pants down on the floor by the bed for two reasons. First, because wood floors are cold as hell and two, I’m a ball player, my knees are valuable to my bottom line. I kneel on them, realizing the pants don’t stop the cold that much. My cock stretches out raking against the clothes and I hiss out a breath.
