Page 75 of Love Off Course

It doesn’t take much of my rubbing her clit since I sucked it nearly raw in the shower before she’s detonating in pleasure. The way she writhes and begs and whimpers has me exploding. My heat floods into her, marking her as mine.

I could get used to this.

I could do this forever.

Fuck, I am so attached to this girl. There’s no untangling myself from her without seriously doing my head in. How is it she wrapped me around her finger in such a short amount of time?

“After this vacation is over and it’s back to the grind, we’ll find a way to make it work,” I tell her, my voice somber. “It’s not like I can’t hop a plane anytime I want to come see you.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “And I can work from anywhere. Daddy would love it if I got away from the office more.”

A tightness that had its hold on my heart releases as relief floods through me.

“How will David take it?”

She lets out a heavy sigh that makes my softening cock slip out of her. I settle beside her on the bed and stroke her hair from her face so I can see her eyes.

“David has suddenly decided he wants to lavish me with attention. Dinner last night was a nightmare. It felt different,” she admits. “Because he wasn’t you.”

I grin at her. “How did he take it?”

“Stop gloating,” she warns, swatting at me. “I don’t know. I ran away.”

“Good girl,” I tease. “You’re mine. Tell him that next time.”

“Am I, though?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

“I’ve never seriously dated anyone before.” She brushes her fingertips along my jaw. “This is all new to me.”

“New to me too, but I can’t say I hate it. In fact, I really love it.”

I’m just thinking about taking her again because my dick can’t seem to get enough of this woman when my phone starts ringing. I reluctantly roll away from her to grab it from the end table where it’s charging.

“Hello?”

“Camilo…”

The heart in my chest that had been thundering wildly slows to a stop. Sheridan must sense the dread rippling off me in waves because she grabs my hand, her pretty face frowning.

“Yeah, Regina?” I croak out.

She pauses on the other line and lets out a ragged sigh. “He passed on peacefully.”

“I don’t understand.” Tears are forming in my eyes as denial hits me hard in the gut. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your daddy died, son. I’m so sorry.”

The phone slips from my grip as I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling through a blur of tears. My entire body trembles with a bone-deep ache that I felt coming after Dad’s stroke, but was in no way prepared for. Something akin to a childish whine crawls up my throat. I can hear Sheridan speaking to Regina and then she hangs up. She wraps her body around mine so tight I think she might crush my ribs, and my girl cries with me.

Not my dad.

Not my hero, my confidant, my biggest cheerleader in life.

He’s gone.

Chapter 23

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