Wardrobe Malfunction(58)

“Vaughn—”

“I was kidding about the paddle spanking.”

“Oh, good.”

“But let’s talk about the kinky and dirty that you’re not averse to,” he says, lifting my leg and hooking it over his hip.

“Cool. But, first, can we talk about what I’m going to wear to your sister’s wedding? Because I have two days and nothing to wear.”

“Oh God,” he groans, falling to his back, covering his face with his hands.

“What?” I say, laughing. I climb over him and straddle his hips.

He pulls his hands from his face. “I want to get it on, and my woman wants to talk clothes.”

“Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” I smile, loving that he just called me his woman.

He sits up, putting us face-to-face. His big hands grab my hips, and he yanks me onto his cock, which is hard.

“Oh,” I say, my eyes widening.

“Yeah, oh. So, do you still want to talk about clothes? Or do you want me to make you come? Multiple times.”

I scrunch my nose up, like I’m thinking about it. “I guess…we can talk about clothes later.”

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. Then, he attacks my mouth with those gorgeous lips of his.





Vaughn


My dad is waiting for us in the parking lot at Klamath Falls Airport.

We flew by private jet, like I always do when I go home. Charly had never flown private before, so she was pretty excited. It was cute to see. She kept taking photos of the plane and the views.

We left Vegas at two thirty, and we landed at four thirty, so we made good time. And, now, I have three days off, which also means three days alone with Charly at my house. I can’t deny that I’m looking forward to being free about our relationship here.

“Hey, Dad.” I walk over to him.

He’s standing by my car. He puts out his cigar. He thinks my mom doesn’t know he smokes them.

I put my bag down and hug him. It’s been a while since I last saw him. A few months at least.

“Good to see you, son.” He hugs me, patting my back. “How was your flight?”

“Good.” I smile, stepping back. “Dad, this is Charly.”

She’s lingering back a little and steps forward when I introduce her.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” She waves.

God, she’s cute.

My dad smiles at her. “Call me Anthony. And it’s nice to meet you, too, Charly. You’ve stopped my daughter from canceling her wedding, which has cost me thousands of dollars, so you’re my new favorite person.”

“Oh.” She blushes. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” He opens up the trunk of my car and picks my bag up, putting it in.

I take Charly’s bag and the garment bag containing my sister’s wedding dress from her. She didn’t let me carry it at all on the way here. I kid you not; it had its own seat on the plane, next to her. I was relegated to sitting across from her the whole way here, which wasn’t too bad, because the view was pretty as hell.

“It was real good of you to fix Sasha’s dress on such short notice.”

“Oh, it was no problem.” She waves him off, her face reddening further.

I open the back passenger door for her, and she climbs inside.

“You driving or me?” Dad asks, closing the trunk as I shut Charly’s door.

“I’ll drive.”

He tosses me the keys, and I go around to the driver’s side. Climbing in, I buckle up.

“Nice car,” Charly muses as my dad climbs in. “Yours?”

“Yep,” I answer, smiling, as I start my car. She purrs like a kitten.

My Range Rover Sport is top of the line. She cost a pretty penny. I bought her a year ago when my Dodge pickup had seen her final days. I love this car, and I don’t get to drive her too often.

“So, your mom’s stocked up your fridge. Steaks, chicken breasts, pork chops, sausages, and God knows what else,” he tells me. “She went a little crazy at the store.”

“She does realize I’m home for only three days, right?” I chuckle, pulling out of the parking space and heading for the exit.

“You know your mother. She likes to make sure you’re well fed when you’re home.”

“Well, considering I eat mostly at your house, Jester’s gonna be in meat for weeks. How is Jester? Still in the doghouse?”

“Sasha still hasn’t forgiven him, but hopefully, when she sees her dress—thanks to Charly here—it will put him back in her good graces.”

I glance at Charly in my rearview mirror to see her blushing again.

She’s being oddly quiet.

Maybe she’s just nervous about meeting my dad. Feeling a little out of her element. Once she gets to my parents’ house, she won’t have time to feel shy. Not with the women in my family.