Page 45 of Castaway Whirlwind
“Where?”
I tug on her hips, giving her a wink as I help her walk back on her hands and knees. “Daddy wants a kiss good morning.”
“You don’t mean—ew, really?”
“Ew?” I chuckle. “You won’t be saying that when I makeyou cum first thing in the morning every morning. Drop your shoulders.”
She still looks uncertain, but she does what she’s told, dropping her hips, too, to grind her pussy on my face when I give her the first lick.
Another notification pings her phone, and she sits up straight on my face. “Crap! That’s my motion sensor. Someone’s here.”
“Ignore ‘em,” I try to say, my voice muffled by her warm flesh. But a knock follows a third notification, and I reluctantly let her climb off of me. She pulls on the silky robe from yesterday and goes to the door, but I step around her to reach it first, tugging my waistband up and tucking my dick away. “Did you check who it is?”
“It’s my brother,” she says, smiling from ear to ear, holding up her phone to show me the live view outside.
I joke, “Think he’ll approve of me?”
Her smile morphs into a grimace.
Well, shoot, I should have seen that coming, considering our ages.
“Do you want me to hide in the bathroom?” I ask carefully, wanting to gauge her reaction even if I have zero intentions of doing so.
“No.” She slides her hand up my bare chest, then cups my cheek. “Never.”
I bend to kiss her, though I turn my head at the last second to kiss her cheek instead of her lips with our combined mess on my face.
“On second thought,” she says when her brother knocks harder on the door, pointedly looking at my beard. “Maybe you should wash up a little first before meeting my brother.”
“Tell him to hold on a minute, then. I don’t want you opening that door yet, in case there’s anyone else out there.” I grab my gun, subtly nudge the book and her panties I’d dropped on the floor last night beneath her bed to grab later, then stash my weapon in her closet on my way to the bathroom. “Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her on the mouth this time after I’m done, having brushed my teeth, too.
Chapter 15
Layla
“Sorry, man. Wrong apartment,” my brother says when Russell opens the door. It’s a shock to the system, hearing his voice in person after years of mostly texting.
I slide in front of Russell, my chest tightening when I take in the sight of my brother. At twenty-three years old, tall and lean with a neat, dark mustache and freshly shaved jaw, wearing blue jeans, square-toe brown cowboy boots, and a black hoodie, he looks even more like Dad than the last time I saw him before Steven and I moved away from our hometown.
“No, you’ve got the right one. Hi, Max.” I give him a short wave instead of throwing my arms around him like I want to, unsure if he’d be receptive to it since we didn’t part on the best of terms last time.
I’d hoped he’d eventually want to visit when I texted him my new address. Now that he’s here, I also hope it means he’s forgiven me for not co-signing on another car he wanted to buy after his first was repossessed. I wanted to. I really,reallywanted to, but I couldn’t afford another hit to my alreadylow credit score.
Max’s brows crease for a moment when he slides his eyes from me to Russell, but then a smile lights up his face, and he holds his arms out. “Come here, girly.”
I launch myself at him, close to tears when he squeezes me tight around my ribs.
“Man, I’ve missed you. Should have come to my senses and visited sooner,” he says, setting me down on my feet after a long minute. He holds me at arm’s length while he looks me up and down. “Could have put on a few more clothes before answering the door, though.”
I wince and curve my shoulders, drawing my robe tighter around me. “Sorry.”
My brother fixes his gaze on Russell after Russell pulls me back into his chest with his arm hooked around my waist. “So, it’s true,” Max says, shaking his head. “You really kicked Steven to the curb for a man old enough to be our grandpa.” He tsks and sets his hands on his hips. “Have to say, Dad would’ve been mighty upset.”
My mind spins, not sure where to start first. “I didn’t—who told you—he’s not that old.”
Russell huffs, drawing me back into the apartment and to the side, his hand on the door. “You’ve got some nerve showing up out of the blue and accusing Layla of shi-oot you know nothing about. So, either you apologize, or I get my gun.”
“The fuck? Who is this guy, Layla?”
