CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pete
Holy shit, that was the best Christmas brunch I’d ever been to. Usually I hate these things, I prefer staying home on holidays because for a busy guy like me, it’s a real day off. Even on weekends, I’ve got things to take care of. There are always emails, calls, endless questions to be answered, but for one blessed day, December twenty-fourth, all that turns off and I actually have some time to myself, some peace for my family.
So yeah, usually I resist the invitations, making up some excuse, anything to avoid unwanted commitments. But with Mandy, it was different. The beautiful brunette had insisted that I go to her parents’ house, like a date almost, and fuck, but I’d made it a date and then some. I’d fucked the little girl right at her parents’ dining room table, we hadn’t even bothered to find a room, or even some kind of dark closet. Naw, the gorgeous girl and I had done it right there, in public, surrounded on all sides by her relatives as her dad blabbed away about his vacation slides.
So I shook my head. It was fucking incredible in every way, what this girl did to me. All my inhibitions were gone, I just wanted to take her again and again, maybe forever in fact. But that was the problem. We didn’t have forever. Mandy had college, her whole life in front of her, and I wasn’t sure what role I played in all that, if any at all.
So being a no-nonsense guy, I asked her about it.
“When do you go back?” I asked casually, in the bathroom together after the party, watching as she stripped, slowly pulling off her clothes, those curves revealed like the most tempting magic act. Secretly, I was hoping she’d say never, and instead mention something along the lines of “I want to stay here with you, I’m yours now, Mr. Parker.”
But Mandy didn’t meet my eye, instead focusing on pulling the panties from her pussy. And fuck, but it was a beautiful sight. The girl was nude as she squatted slightly in the bathroom, bending her knees as her fingers quested for the cotton inside. And with a sigh, a gasp, she finally found a seam and began pulling. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched with eyes ablaze, dick stiff once more as that pink fabric edged out. The material was sopping wet and the brunette was so beautiful, so dirty, exactly what I needed as her pussy gave it up.
Knowing my eyes were on her, she shot me a coy smile.
“What Peter?” she cooed softly. “What did you say?”
I shook my head, dumbfounded. What was it I’d been saying? This girl had the ability to throw me off track like none other, all thoughts flying away like they’d never existed. But this was too important, too critical, so I pushed ahead.
“When does spring semester start up again?” I rumbled deep in my chest, eyes still fixed on her body. And as I watched, she stretched and sighed a little before stepping into the shower stall and turning on the water. Yeah, we’re so close now that we share the bathroom with one another, unselfconsciously bathing, soaping ourselves in each other’s presence, treating our lover to generous eyefuls.
So I watched, aroused, as the curvy girl lathered up, but I wasn’t going in there, not yet. There were things to figure out.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she rubbed shampoo through those curls. “I think next week?”
And my heart caught in my throat. Next week? Holy shit, that was seven days from now, that was way too soon.
And her eyes opened, smiling at me through the steam.
“Yeah, I think classes start next Monday, so I should drive up Sunday at least, get myself settled before, you know,” she murmured through the mist.
And I gripped the ledge of the tub where I sat, heart pumping fast. Holy shit, it wasn’t even seven days. It was more like five if she was leaving Sunday. What the fuck? What the fuck, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t prepared. So my mind grabbed on the closest excuse at hand.
“You can’t go, I don’t have another nanny lined up,” I ground out roughly.
But the girl just tittered.
“Mr. Parker, you’ve forgotten already. We do have another sitter lined up,” she reminded me. “Mrs. Larson and Violet got along like a house on fire today, and she’s agreed to stay on a long-term basis,” she added softly. “I think she’s really good with Violet, I think your daughter really likes her.”
Was there a note of sadness in her voice? Oh god, I hoped so, but that was nothing compared to the overwhelming disappointment, the lump in my throat. Fuck, what was wrong with me? Grown men don’t cry, especially not alphas like me. But the thought of rattling around in this huge house, my anchor gone, Violet and I bouncing around like loose change was a serious downer, made me feel like my life had gone flat, I was in some kind of sick nightmare.