Page 94 of Craving Consequences
I almost didn’t. If Lachlan hadn’t been waiting to get his turn, I would have just gone to sleep with my cock corking her cunt. I would have used her like a warm sleeve all night.
My dick pangs with agreement. It aches to return home to her.
I considered bringing her to my bed with me. Lachlan could have come, too. My bed is big enough. Lachlan had shut the idea down. Said something stupid about that being the last time. I had to roll my eyes because that’s not happening. He’s delusional if he thinks he’s strong enough to resist her.
But I’m willing to watch him try.
“Dad!”
I jump at the disembodied voice. For a wild second, I glance around my room in search of the owner before remembering the phone in my hand.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I mutter. “It was after two in the morning.”
I know I’ve made a mistake with the silence drops like a bowling ball
“What were you guys doing at two in the morning?”
Should have thought it through better. Taking turns fucking her until she couldn’t walk might not go over well.
“Cleaning,” I blurt. “Getting stuff out of storage. Heavy boxes.”
Not entirely a lie.
“Until two in the morning?”
I blow out a breath. “It was a lot of stuff. We lost track of time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped.”
That raises an eyebrow. “You would?”
Her hesitation is comical and expected.“I could have gotten drinks.”
Lauren isn’t lazy. She’s remarkably hard working and driven ... when it’s something she wants. Otherwise, she’s there in spirit. A presence to keep you company, but labor of any kind isn’t her strong suit.
“We were neck deep in dirt and sweat. Had to take a shower when I got home.”
I feel myself grin and I’m glad we’re having this conversation over the phone.
“Gross.”I hear something squeak and rustle and I think she’s in bed.“Well, did she tell you if she’s home today? I called the office and Peggy Sue said Everly took the week off. She never mentioned taking time off. I don’t think she’s ever taken a whole week—”
“There’s still a lot of cleaning,” I cut in.
I know why Everly took the time off. I know the pain in the ass Lauren is during her birthday month. Even as a kid, leading up to the big day had filled me with dread. Having a party a whole month before is genius, but now we have a suspicious Lauren to deal with.
Granted, it’s not the only reason Everly’s avoiding her.
“Jesus, how much crap did her dad have in that storage?”
I ignore the question.
“Hey, everything okay with you though?” I push up higher and let the sheets pool into my lap. “Anything you want to talk about?”
The hesitance erases any hope I might have had that Everly misunderstood the situation. Maybe Lauren was strangling Bron and it looked weird. But the silence is too telling. Too painful.
Fuck sakes, Lauren.
“No. Why?”
