I pull a tank top from my dresser, shaking my head. “You need to go home.”
He’s off the bed with his arms around me before I close the drawer.
His hands dive into the opening of the towel, letting it slip to the floor. “Why? You worried about Mom and Dad finding out I’ve been here? Don’t. I stay out all the time. They won’t even notice.”
He smoothes his palms over my ass and pulls me to his naked body. His cock pushes hard against my bare belly while his lips leave a trail of kisses to the hollow of my neck.
He picks me up and sets me on the dresser. The marble top is cold under my butt.
“I’ll leave if you really want me to.” He slides a finger into my already wet slit. “But I don’t think you do.”
He pushes his thumb against my clit as he pumps his fingers inside me. I spread my legs, bracing myself, hands on the back edge of the dresser. His mouth finds my pink tipped breasts and, again, I’m lost.
As he pleasures me, a small voice in the recesses of my mind laughs at the idea that I can keep him at arm’s length when he’s so close to me. Of course, I can’t hold him at a distance—he’s Danny.
The same Danny I’ve crushed on since I was twelve.
TEN
Morning sex is the best—something I never knew until Mo.
I’d never stayed with a girl over-night until three nights ago. Hell, I’ve hardly spent more than a few hours with any girl. Mo was right when she said I don’t do relationships. I just do the ladies and leave. They don’t seem to mind, and it isn’t like I’m not up front about what I’m there for—what I’m willing to give.
Now, I’m willing to give it all. To Mo. Whatever she wants.
Funny thing is, she’s the one pushing me out of bed every morning before daybreak.
Quietly closing the back door, I smile. At least she’s been letting me stay the night.
I round the corner into the living room. Dad’s in his recliner, coffee in hand.
Well, there goes my good mood.
His dark hair sticks up in all directions like he’s been running his fingers through it. “Son.”
“Dad.” I nod.
I don’t slow down on my way to the back stairs, until he grabs my arm and swings me around.
“We need to talk.”
Fuck. “About?”
“I ask one simple thing of you and you can’t even do that. Why Mona Lisa? With all the other girls you have, why did you go after her?”
My blood heats, in a bad way. “I’m tired of playing by your rules. You can shove them up your sanctimonious ass.”
“My rules are set to protect this family and the ministry. It’s bad enough the entire world knows how morally corrupt my son is, but to sleep with someone under my protection? You’ve gone too far, Danny.”
“What if we didn’t screw?”
“There’s no question of that, and you know it. I saw—” His hand flies up to cover his mouth. He pushes his fingers over his face and through his hair.
“Fuck you, Dad, and whatever you saw. I’ll move out if you want. Go ahead, take my trust. You’ve always wanted it anyway, you greedy bastard. But touch Rachel’s—or Mo’s, and you’re the one who’s morally corrupt.”
I yank out of his grasp and jog upstairs, chest heaving with fury. I’d like to knock the shit out of that man.
Sometimes I fantasize that Rach and I were adopted. But we have his fucking nose. Thank God that’s all I got. I’d much rather look like my mom’s dad. He was a good man. I can’t believe he didn’t stop Mom from marrying that jackass who ended up being my father.
I pull a duffel bag from the top of my closet and fill it with essentials. How the hell can he know we fucked? I mean, what if I was just hanging out and fell asleep on her couch? I didn’t, but he can’t know that for sure. Can he? He saw?
What did he see?
How did he see?
As I tromp down the stairs the little motion detector poised overhead, in the upper corner, catches my eye. Shit. Security. But, does the guest house have cameras inside? I’ve never noticed any. Then again, we don’t even have cameras inside our house. Just the ones at the gate as far as I know.
Damn.
*
I sneak out the back door and keep to the sides of the yard, making my way toward Mo’s. She left a few minutes ago, so I let myself into the bungalow. I check the place for alarm equipment.
Nothing in the living room or kitchen. No sign of anything in the bedroom.
How the fuck did he see something?
Maybe he’s just guessing. I drop onto the bed, throwing myself backward, propping my head on my hands.
The AC kicks on and cool air washes over my face. Something behind the vent draws my attention. It shines.