Boyd
Though he knew Queenie would rather be anywhere else, she didn’t show it. “We wanted to talk to you about something.”
Unbeknownst to Queenie, Camila’s eyes darted to her belly as she crossed the room to the couch. Clearly her parents didn’t know about her stance on children, but that was a conversation for a different day.
Sobering, Christopher set his cup of coffee aside and Camila visibly paled. “What happened?”
Camila supported her daughter. “Let her finish, sweetheart.”
“Boyd had no idea who I was when we met.”
“We didn’t know…” Camila trailed off.
“No one did. I never told anyone.”
Boyd chose that moment to speak up. “And had I been aware, I would have shut it down quickly.”
Queenie turned her gaze to him and softly ran her thumb over his knuckles. “I know you would have.”
“What did he do?” Christopher growled.
Queenie ducked her gaze into her lap. “He called me names.” But they both knew that wouldn’t suffice. “He took my homework, handing it in as his own, or to watch me beg for him not to ruin it.”
Now Boyd was the one struggling to keep his emotions in check.
That was news to him. He forced his fingers to relax versus ramming his fist into the nearest wall.
He couldn’t stop himself from picturing his sweet Queenie asking— begging —Luka not to destroy her hard work.
For the first time in his life, Boyd had no idea what he would do when he saw his son again.
Christopher ground his teeth, equally as angry. “The calls we got for late homework—that was him?”
Queenie still hung her head. “Yes.”
Christopher rose to an intimidating height, his eyes flickering between them. “You should have told us! We would have protected you and we definitely wouldn’t have let this man into our home!”
“Dad, stop! I hid it just as much from you as I did from Boyd. In fact, this was his idea. I didn’t want to tell you for this reason. It all happened a long time ago and has nothing to do with Boyd.”
“That monster is his son!”
“And the second he even thinks about disrespecting Queenie again, I will set him straight. She will not be suffering the same behaviour under my roof. I don’t care if he is my son, he’ll face serious consequences if I even see one cross look.”
“Dad, please sit,” Queenie pleaded.
Instead, Christopher stormed out of the room. One thundering footstep after another vibrated the floors before a door shut somewhere in the house.
Queenie stood too, obviously hurt. “I told you this wasn’t good.”
“Queenie,” Boyd hummed, getting to his feet and wrapping an arm around her to pull her close. “It was the right thing to do. They deserve to know and as a father, I understand how he feels. He’s allowed to be upset that his only daughter got hurt.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It doesn’t matter, it was my parenting that led to this. I should have paid more attention.”
“I don’t see it that way.”
“And you’re so strong for doing so.”
She sighed and movement behind them reminded them both that Camila was still in the room. “He just needs time.”
Queenie took the empty seat next to her mother. “Please don’t be upset with Boyd.”
“I can’t say that I’m not, but it doesn’t escape me that he’s treating you so well right now. Relationships are complicated and you two have clearly figured this out between yourselves. I accept that, and your father will learn to do the same.”
They hugged, and Queenie went in search of her father. He watched her disappear down the hallway, wishing he could do something to make things easier for her.
“Thank you for being honest with us.”
His gaze drifted back to Camila as he sat back down. “You deserve honesty. I just hope you can see how much she means to me.”
“I do. If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t be feeling content with you as her boyfriend.”
Camila strolled into the kitchen to make drinks, and the two of them sat in silence until Queenie returned. With a kiss for her mother, they left hand in hand.
Queenie stayed silent until Boyd merged onto the highway. “He promised not to rip you apart. The same for Luka.”
“I can’t say I’d blame him if he did.”
Queenie fell against the headrest and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Everything was going so well and now they’re both so upset with you.”
Boyd reached over, brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone. “They have every right to be.”
“It spoiled your relationship with them.”
“Queenie,” he pulled out her name in a long deep hum, knowing what it did to her. “I knew this would happen and I’m willing to put in the work to mend things. I’ve never been a man to take the easiest path.”
“I liked the way things were.”
Boyd dropped his hand to her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “Trust me. In a few years you’ll be thankful that we told them. ”
With a visibly heavy heart, she let the air escape her lungs. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Then his voice dropped, and he indicated the glovebox. “Now to your reward.”
Crooking her brow, she leaned forward and popped the door open. When the small remote-controlled vibrator fell into her hand, colour bloomed across her cheeks, her eyes sparkling.
“There’s lube too.”
Queenie reached for the bottle and tested out the toy while he slipped his hand under her dress.
His fingers brushed her silky panties, but they’d be no match for the desire coursing through his veins.
He effortlessly pushed the fabric aside, slipping through her folds as the toy softly hummed in her hand.
He added pressure with his palm, and Queenie moaned.
“You were so brave facing your fears today,” he praised, retreating from her pussy despite her protests. Taking the toy, he held it still while she lubed it up. “Those panties need to go.”
He relaxed into his seat, hot with how fast she scrambled to obey, slipping her panties down her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” Though Queenie needed little instruction by that point.
Careful not to get any lube on her pretty dress, he slid the vibrator into her pussy.
“Remote,” he husked, holding his hand out for it.
He pushed the button the moment it fell into his palm.
Her hips bucked, her eyes closed, and she shocked the life out of Boyd when she slipped her hand between her thighs.
“God, Queenie; you look beautiful fucking yourself on my expensive leather seats.”
With one hand balancing the wheel and the remote, Boyd reached over with the other to fuck the toy into his woman.
His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, but there were more important matters to attend to.
Her moans grew desperate, her fingers rough against her clit so he upped the intensity and thrusted the toy faster.
After a fitful sleep and a stressful morning, she deserved a quick release.
Queenie arched into his hand, her moans turning into cries as he turned it up another notch, throwing her over the edge. He slowed his pace on the toy, fucking her through her orgasm before lowering the vibrations.
“I could watch you come for hours,” he hummed, putting the car in park. “Now to spoil you some more.”
Queenie’s eyes fluttered open, still trying to catch her breath as she realised where they were: her favourite fabric store. “Oh, Boyd.”
Boyd removed his hand from the toy, and reached for tissues to wipe the lube from his fingers.
“Please don’t make me wear it in there,” Queenie begged.
“Even if I keep the remote in the car?” he offered.
She bit her lip, scanning the parking lot. “You won’t leave it turned on or anything?”
“The thought of you wearing it and me being able to use it the second we’re back on the road is hotter than anything I could do to you in that shop.
” When she finally nodded, Boyd leaned in close, brushing his next words against her lips.
“I’ll never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.
And let’s be honest, I don’t tend to share.
” His mouth crashed onto hers, knocking her worries away with a single bruising kiss.
“Can I wear my panties, please?” she panted.
“Of course. ”
Boyd took his time rounding the hood, giving Queenie time to adjust herself. Boyd had never been to this place before, but after she’d mentioned the store a few times he made sure to memorise its location.
Queenie seemed to be in heaven the second she stepped through the automatic doors.
She walked from one bolt to the next, feeling each one that seemed to speak to her.
With Maggie’s blanket and her dress finished, Queenie seemed to wait for her next project to find her.
He loved seeing her like this, offering his thoughts on the fabrics where he could—he at least knew what looked pretty.
That evening, Boyd returned home alone, having dropped Queenie at her apartment. Luka called, and Boyd had to let it ring a few times to get his act together. His emotions were still running hot after learning about Luka’s behaviour.
“Hi,” he said, likely a little too frigidly.
“Hi, is now a bad time?”
“No, it’s not.”
Another short pause before Luka floundered. “It sounds like a bad time. I can always call back later.”
“Luka, what’s the matter?” Boyd pressed, attempting to soften his tone.
“Is our annual trip to Galveston still happening?”
Boyd sighed. He’d forgotten about that. In recent years, he’d invited his mother and Luka to his beach house for a weekend. “Of course, it is.”
“Is Queenie coming?”
“I haven’t asked her yet.”
Luka stuttered, letting out a frustrated breath. “If she wants to come but is uncomfortable with me… I can sit this one out. ”
Boyd huffed and tapped his fingers against the counter. Part of him wanted to accept his son’s offer, but Queenie’s soft, soothing voice filtered into his mind.
“ I’ll never make you choose. ”
Even though she didn’t want her own children, Queenie was a family woman. Keeping the peace—even when it came to Luka—was very important to her.
“No, if she feels uncomfortable, I’ll take her another time.
” Then Boyd made a decision to continue his open and honest streak.
“We sat down with Queenie’s parents today and told them about her past—about you.
She’d never told them and had wanted to keep it that way.
I thought it was best if everyone knew the truth.
It upset me to hear about everything you did. ”
There was a beat of silence before Luka rather hesitantly spoke, “I’m sorry. I wish I could take it all back.”
“I know. I’m trying to remind myself it is in the past and nothing can change it. I still love you, but I had a hard time listening to it. I never raised you that way.”
“You didn’t. I was just an asshole who thought it would make him more popular to pick on people.”
“An asshole indeed.” Content that Luka was aware of the severity of his actions, Boyd switched the topic back to their annual vacation. “Send me a weekend that works best for you, and I’ll make sure to pick you up from the airport.”
They talked a little more and by the time they hung up, Boyd was much calmer. He didn’t want to ruin his relationship with Luka. After all, he wasn’t the same foolish teenager from high school anymore. Hopefully, he chose to prove that.