17
Edmund
She gasps and turns to look at me over her shoulder. I love the way her eyes widen in shock, then darken in lust as she tips over the edge into her orgasm. “Daddy!”
“Good girl.” I keep pumping my hips, thrusting through her tight, hot cunt while she spasms around me. I grip her hair to keep her face angled toward me. I crash my mouth against hers, craving the claim, the extra connection.
Pleasure slices through me, then detonates as I come hard, spilling into the condom.
“Fuck.” I kiss her again. We’re both panting, quaking from the force of what we’ve done. “We needed this. You all right, baby?”
“Yeah.” She sounds dreamy, sated.
I puff up with pride. I made her feel that way. I helped cheer her up...or rather, we both helped each other. Things aren’t okay yet, and they won’t be. Not until we get Troy back. But in the meantime, I helped remove the weight on her conscience.
As if she’s reading my mind, she whispers, “I miss him.”
“I do, too.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her.
My father accuses me of feeling too much…but right now, I don’t care. If the feelings are for Danica, there’s no too much.
I think of the invitation sitting in my father’s office, unanswered. “I have an idea.”
Danica
Edmund shared his plan with me last night after my “punishment.” I’m eager to get back to him, but I have an errand to run to Fair Heights, first. Mom called, saying she has something for me.
A smile spreads across my face at the sight of a familiar black sports car parked in my parents’ driveway. Malcolm is here.
I hurry into the house, no longer dreading my errand. “Hello?”
“In the kitchen,” my dad calls.
I walk in to find my dad, Malcolm, and a woman I don’t recognize all standing around with drinks in their hands.
“Dani!” Malcolm exclaims.
It’s been a couple of years since I last saw him, but his receding hairline must have hit a point where he gave up, because his hair is buzzed close to his scalp. He’s grown a well-trimmed, dark-gray beard to compensate for the lost hair, and it looks good on him.
“You’re all grown up.” He smiles and accepts my hug. “I heard you’re engaged!”
“Yep!” I inject false cheer into the response. Just because I’m starting to like Edmund doesn’t mean I’m ready to marry the guy. “Deep in wedding prep, you know how it goes.”
“Well, not yet.” He steps back with an even bigger smile on his face. “But who knows? This is my girlfriend, Zora.”
I turn to shake the woman’s hand. She looks a little younger than him, in her mid- to late-forties. Her deep green dress is cute but conservative, and her dark brown hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She gives me a warm smile. “I’ve heard so much about you!”
“It’s really nice to meet you.” I smile back.
“Danica, is that you?” My mom’s voice is faint from the other side of the house.
“I better go.” I give Malcolm and Zora an apologetic wave and hustle in the direction of my mom’s voice. “I’m here, yeah.”
“Oh, good.” She steps out of her bedroom, holding a large velvet box. “I found my mother’s diamonds.”
I smile, but it must look forced, because Mom’s lips twist in disapproval.
“It’s time you accept this marriage and decide to make the best of it. He’s a good boy from a good family.”
