He hasn’t turned off the snark since I arrived.
“Yes, I’m fucking happy. You know I’m not here willingly.” I stare hard. “You want to be mad at someone, be mad at Ed.”
He sighs and scrubs at his whiskers. Dude needs a shave—he isn’t one of those people who can grow a good beard. “You’re right. You’re right. Sorry, man. Just, if Troy hadn’t said that shit about how I run things…”
“Your guys fucked up. Own it.”
A flash of hurt passes over Caleb’s face before he nods. “You’re right. Sorry. I should be glad I still have a job.”
I nod, because it’s the truth. I’m surprised my father didn’t fire his ass. Then again, my father’s current mistress is Caleb’s mom, so that might explain a few things around here.
I clap Caleb on the shoulder, promise him drinks at Finch next time he’s in SE, and make my way to the car.
After I get in, Jon makes eye contact with me through the rearview. “I’ve made arrangements with the housekeeper at Crescent Moon?—”
“No.” I’m not staying in Grandfather’s stuffy beach mansion. “We’re going back to San Esteban.”
Jon’s mouth turns down in the barest of frowns. “Perhaps a good night’s rest?—”
“I’m sleeping in my own bed, whatever time we get back to San Esteban.” I put a note of finality in my tone. My father and his men don’t want to treat me like an adult, but they’ll have no choice if I start acting the part.
“Very well.” Jon starts the car and aims us toward the highway.
A two-hour drive brings me home a little after five a.m. I stride into the apartment, calling out for Troy.
No answer.
Where the fuck is he? Did he stay over at Danica’s?
Jealousy strikes, fierce and hot.
I won’t be able to sleep. I text Jon. Take me to Rendsell. Leaving in ten.
Troy
I wake up in the middle of the night. I’m on my side with my hand underneath Dani’s shirt, cupping her breast. Her ass is pressed against my crotch and we’re both rubbing against each other. I don’t know who started it.
Her sweet shampoo fills my senses and I drag in a long, deep breath.
“Troy.” Her voice is a whisper. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah. Unless this is a dream.”
She laughs softly. “Not a dream. Or if it is, it’s the best kind. I’m so wet. Fuck me?”
“I don’t have condoms, but I can get you off in other ways.”
“My bag. I have some.” She laughs again and presses back, her plump ass pushing insistently on my dick. “Whether they’ll fit you or not is another question.”
In the fluorescent pink light from the bar next door, I spot her handbag near the window. I clamber out of bed and grab it for her, returning right back to where I was—hand on her tit, cock nestled in the crease between her ass cheeks. Dani plucks a condom from her bag and passes it back to me.
I squint to see the brand name and size. Recognizing them, I say, “It’ll do.”
I shove down my boxers and roll on the rubber while Dani shifts around in front of me, easing off her panties. “You’re awake, yeah? You want this, little girl?”
“Yeah. Fuck, I love it when you call me little girl. Is that wrong?”
“Not to me.” I lift her top leg and slide partway into her heat.
