17. Sawyer
17
SAWYER
M y jeans vibrate on the bathroom floor, along with a ringing sound, but with Angelica braced against the shower wall, my hand squeezing her bare ass and my other fondling her tits, the phone can stay in my jeans pocket.
“Do you have to get that?” She pushes back again, trying to feel my cock against her ass. It’s her new favourite toy, only I won’t fuck her again until she’s recovered from last night. I shouldn’t have gone hard on her. And this is my penance.
“Your dad can wait.” I grab the shampoo from the rack and squeeze a blob into my palm, then massage it onto her scalp.
“How do you know it’s my dad?” She stands with her head under the water, rinsing off the suds of the shampoo.
“Because that’s his ringtone.” The call stops and I wash my hair, then condition hers just as it starts up again.
“It must be important.” Her eyes widen as she turns to me.
I groan inwardly and step out of the shower, knowing she’ll just be worrying if I don’t answer. It’s not unusual for Colin to call at this time, but it is unusual when it’s a holiday.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my jeans from the floor and pull my phone out as I walk into the guest bedroom, leaving Angelica to finish her shower. “Yeah?” I answer a little abruptly, not exactly happy that I never got to get down on my knees and kiss her pussy better.
“It’s me.”
“Yeah, I know, what’s up?” I try to hurry him along. I haven’t got time for pleasantries. Not when his daughter’s naked in the shower.
Acid coats my tongue.
When he finds out, the only gift I’ll be getting this Christmas is a one-way ticket to hell.
“What side of the bed did you get out of this morning?”
I put him on speaker while I dry myself and grab a pair of joggers. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night. What’s up?”
The shower turns off and I know our playtime’s over. Her dad’s voice killing the mood.
“I’ve been worried about Angelica since you called last night. She hasn’t answered any of my messages. Have you heard from her?”
“Oh. Yeah.” I scratch my beard. That highway to hell seeming more and more real. “She texted me. She’s fine. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“What time was this?”
“Last night sometime. I’m not entirely sure.” Once dressed, I take the conversation downstairs into the kitchen.
“It’s odd she hasn’t texted me and when I’ve tried to call, it’s as if her phone isn’t switched on.”
“Huh. I’m sure she’ll text you when she gets up. You remember what it was like to be in your twenties.” I grimace. That’s probably not going to comfort him at all, knowing what we were like in our twenties. And Angelica isn’t the wild partying sort. She’s innocent. Or at least she was until about ten hours ago.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He tsks down the phone. “If you hear from her again, tell her to call me.”
“Will do.” I flick the kettle on and discard the towel, then pull the joggers on. Blitzen the deer eyes me as if to say, I know what you’ve been up to. Guilt prickles my tonsils as if I’ve swallowed a ball of bloody tinsel. “You don’t have any security cameras here, do you?”
“No, why?”
“No reason. I’ll catch up with you soon, mate.” I wince at the word mate. He’s gonna hate my fucking guts when he finds out what I’ve done. I hate myself.
“Yeah. Merry Christmas, pal.”
“Same to you.” I end the call, realising it’s Christmas Eve. That means I have about five more days with her until Colin comes back from his trip.
Blitzen’s glass eyes appear as if they roll when I walk past, casting a shadow on the wall. He’s probably thinking the same thing as me. I’m not good enough for her, or young enough. I have no business fucking a girl half my age, let alone my best mate’s daughter.
Colin and I have been best mates since we were kids. I don’t want to choose between him and his daughter, and I won’t be the one to ruin their relationship, but if it comes down to a choice, I won’t abandon my angel. I’ll be whatever she wants me to be until the day she doesn’t want me anymore. Because let’s face it, nothing lasts.
Angelica pads down the stairs in loungewear, drying her wet hair with a towel. “Was everything all right with Dad?”
“You need to call him. He’s been trying to get hold of you.” I walk over to her in the open-plan kitchen and press my lips against her forehead, needing the contact for myself as much as for her.
She nods. “I need to charge my phone.”
I scratch the back of my head, guilt still prickling my throat. “We need to talk.”
“Don’t do that, Sawyer.” She turns around, pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard. “I’m not a silly girl who thinks just because we slept together, we’re now going to get married.” The frying pan clatters against the hob.
I hold my hands up in surrender as she grabs an egg from the rack.
“You’ve made it crystal clear that you don’t do relationships and I expect nothing from you.” She cracks the egg into the pan as if cracking a piece of my heart.
“You don’t?” My brow furrows.
“No. We can both enjoy each other while we’re here and then carry on with our lives in the New Year.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You thought you’d take my cock for a test drive and then move on with your life?” I chuckle to myself. “Cute.”
She twists a foot on the pad of her fluffy slipper, the other foot resting against her shin like a flamingo. “What are you saying?”
I slide my hand over the soft wool of her lounge set, over her breasts until I reach her neck where I gently wrap my fingers around her throat, feeling her pulse pick up speed. “Did I not make myself clear last night?”
Her eyes widen, but it’s not fear. It’s excitement.
“That’s right, baby girl. You’re mine now.” I crash my lips to hers, showing her just how much I own her, in case my words aren’t clear enough. My tongue tangles with hers, showing her who’s in charge, but I keep my hand gentle yet firm around her throat, willing myself to not lose control again. She needs to heel. But one kiss. Just one kiss is all I need to remind her of my claim.
Needing a breath, I reluctantly break the seal of our mouths and inhale a lungful of air, panting heavily.
She’s breathless, cheeks flushed. Beautiful. Mine.
“I only wanted to talk about contraception.” I take over the breakfast she’s started, before the egg frazzles to a crisp.
“Oh.” She opens the fridge and hands me the bacon. “I’m not on any.” She gulps, her brow knitted as if she’s in trouble, and I hate that she feels that she should take any responsibility for this. This is all on me.
“I figured as much with it being your first.” My hand reaches for hers and I bring it to my lips to reassure her. “I’ll walk into town today and get you the morning-after pill from the chemist. This is my mess and I’ll fix it.”
“Is that what you think this is? A mess?” Her fist clenches around the key necklace I bought her for her twenty-first. It occurs to me she’s the only woman I’ve ever put any real thought into when buying gifts. This girl means everything to me and I’m ashamed of how I treated her last night.
“I should have worn a condom, but I didn’t have my wallet on me and—” I run a hand over my face, letting out a long breath. “There’s a lot of things I should have and shouldn’t have done and I’m fucking sorry, angel. But I am clean. You don’t need to worry about that.”
She seems disappointed. I’m disappointed in myself. But I’ll put this right. There’s no way I’m trapping the lass with my kid, no matter how much the idea of her belly growing with my child turns me the fuck on.