“About thirty minutes,” I tell her.
She yawns and rests her forehead against the glass.
“Okay.”
I grind my teeth from side to side, feeling like the biggest asshole ever.
Ever since her mother left – a can of worms I hate even thinking about – I’ve steered clear from women.
The way Julia walked out on our family haunts me to this day, sickens me to my stomach, even if I never truly loved her, even if I don’t know if a beast like me is capable of love.
Maybe it’s ironic, then, that I’m hosting the biggest Valentine’s day event in Crest Fall at my club.
But a man’s got to make a living.
“How’s Hunter?” Kayley murmurs, eyes closed, voice sleepy.
“He’s good,” I tell her. “He went for a wander this morning, so he’s exhausted now. I bet we’ll find him in the basement.”
“In his nook,” Kayley giggles.
I nod. “Yep.”
“What’s his nook?” Lola asks, in that naïve voice of hers, a voice that would change perfectly into a moan of intense release.
“When Hunter was a puppy,” I say, “his favorite spot in the house was this little nook in the basement, right next to the dryer. I guess it’s warm down there. Anyway, since he’s gotten bigger – he’s a Golden Retriever crossed with a Husky – he still likes to go down there. Except he can’t fit, so he’ll just back up into it as much as he can. These days, he can only get his tail in there.”
Lola laughs and it’s the sweetest sound, so sweet I imagine her laughing that way after she’s given birth, all fresh-faced from the labor, laughing with the release of it all.
I need to taste her.
Fuck her.
Claim her.
Suddenly, unfairly, a thought sears into my mind of another man sliding his hands over Lola’s body, squeezing the gradations that are destined for me.
Savage lava-hot fury rises up inside of me. I have to banish the image before it makes me spin the car off the road.
Nobody else can touch her.
Ever.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” she says.
“And he can’t wait to meet you,” Kayley says, opening her eyes and giving her friend a friendly shove on the arm. “Well, I was trying to sleep. But it seems you two are determined to keep me awake. So I guess we’ll just have a nice long talk. Aren’t those your favorite, Dad? Nice long talks? Especially about your feelings, right, Dad?”
I make a grumbling noise, but I’m unable to hide my smirk.
Kayley knows better than anybody that I hate talking about my feelings.
“Men don’t have feelings,” I tell her. “So I’ll veto that one.”
“What do you think, Lola?” Kayley says. “Looking at my Dad – at his big grumpy face – would you say he has feelings?”
I glance at her face in the rearview mirror.
She bites her lip for a moment, which is a dangerous thing to do around me. It makes me want to make her bite it even more as I grind my hand up between her thighs, push the heel of my palm against her cunt firmly, harder and harder until her hands are locked around my wrist and she’s vibrating against my hand.
“I don’t know,” she says, voice faltering a little, wavering the same way it will when I drive up inside of her for the first time.
“Well, he does,” Kayley huffs. “He just likes to pretend he doesn’t. He thinks it makes him tough.”
I shake my head, chuckling grimly.
“Oh Dad, have you booked an opening act for Valentine’s yet?”
I sigh. “I did, but the bastards bailed on me. Apparently, Valentine’s day is too corporate, which seems like a stupid stand to take when you’re singing love songs. So no, I haven’t got one right now.”
“Kayley,” Lola mutters urgently, giving a small shake of her head.
I can’t help but smirk now, enjoying her discomfort like the asshole I am. There’s something delicious about seeing her squirm. It will make her release all the more potent, all the more welcome.
She’ll go crazy as I bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm.
Goddamn it, I’m relating everything to sex when it comes to her.
I can’t stop.
What the hell is she doing to me?
“I’m not,” Kayley murmurs.
“Not what?” I say. “Are you a singer, Lola?”
“Not really,” she says, all breathy.
Is she doing this on purpose? My cock gives a pulse of anticipation.
“What she means is yes, she’s a singer, the best freaking singer in the whole world. She’s got an amazing voice and she’s performed in musicals at college.”
“But I’d never sing in front of a crowd on Valentine’s day night,” she says, shooting Kayley a look.
Some sass flickers across her expression.
Interesting.
“So it doesn’t really matter, does it?” she finishes.
“Maybe I’ll find a way to persuade you,” I say, and then immediately regret the words.
I want to persuade her with my exploring hands, with my tongue, with my teeth, with my seed-flooded manhood.