Page 90 of Mountain Daddy
I swear my phone rattles with Luther’s growl.
His hand releases his length, then slips under the band of his boxer briefs.
My breaths are coming out as pants as I watch him grip his dick, skin on skin this time.
The cotton blocks my view, but with the next stroke, the head of his dick peeks out from the top of his waistband.
My lips part.
His fist moves under the fabric.
I pinch my nipple.
Then Luther curses. And not the sexy kind.
His hand pulls free of his underwear.
“What are you doing?” I practically gasp at his audacity.
“Sorry.” He lifts his hand to his phone. “Let me send this to voicemail.”
“Who’s calling?” I glance at the time.
It’s just after ten. Not that late. But late enough that no one should be calling my man.
“My mother.” Luther sounds so disgusted; I have to laugh.
I also have to let go of my boob. “Is it an emergency? Or does she always call this late?”
He shakes his head. “Not an emergency. Now, where were—” Luther drops his head back again. “God dammit. Hold on, now my sister is calling.”
While he rejects the second call, I lean over and reach into the top drawer of my nightstand.
“Sorry, these impatient fools are asking questions about next weekend,” Luther grumbles as he types out a text.
“What’s next weekend.”
“Ashley’s college graduation party. It’s not until next Saturday, and they have all the details on their fucking invite. They’re just too lazy to look. Not to mention, I’m usually asleep by now, so why they’re even trying to call this late, I have no idea.” He shakes his head, meeting my eyes again when he’s done typing. “Tell me you’ll come.”
I know he’s asking me asme, his Kendra.
I also know I’ll be there as Joe’s kid. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll be there.
“I’ll come,” I tell him. “Go deal with your family. And don’t worry about me. I’ll come tonight too.” Grinning, I lift my hot pink vibrator into view. “Night, Luther.”
His mouth opens.
I hang up the call.
Chapter 51
Kendra
At five to noon,I step out onto the front patio.
Luther texted me this morning, telling me to be ready to go at noon. He didn’t say where or for what, but if he steps foot inside this house, we won’t be going anywhere. We will only be going to my bedroom. And if I get Luther into bed, there’s a good chance we’ll still be there at the end of the day when my dad comes home.
Which would be bad.
