Page 57 of A Major Puck Up

I cough out a laugh and have to choke back the impulse to say “okay Dad,” like I do when Gavin makes the same kind of comments. That kind of response would be a little too on the nose, since this man is actually my father.

“Daddy, I walk everywhere alone every day. I’ll be fine.”

He grumbles and crosses his arms. “I don’t know why you won’t let me help you get a nicer place.”

“I like this place. My favorite café is on the corner, and the wine bar Sienna and I love is only a few blocks away. And the weatherman who hangs out at the bottom of the stairs lets me know if it’s going to rain every day so long as I give him a euro or two.”

Dad drops his arms to his sides and groans. “He’s homeless, Millie. Not a weatherman. We sheltered you too much.”

Of course he’s not a weatherman, but it’s fun to push Dad’s buttons. “Aw, don’t say that around Pierre. He only smells that way because the French don’t shower as much as we do in the US.”

“Millie.” The vein in my dad’s temple is now pulsing. Oops. Maybe I’ve pushed him a little too far.

My phone buzzes in my hand, distracting me from the conversation.

Coach: Have you lost your goddamn mind? Stop teasing your father and get him out of here.

I snort and pocket my phone again. “I’m just teasing. Seriously, I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head and settles himself in a chair at my tiny table. “Just go get ready. Pretend I’m not here.”

Dammit. With a defeated sigh, I grab an outfit from the world’s tiniest closet and head for the bathroom. Once the door is locked behind me, I pull open the curtain and am met with the most gorgeous angry face I’ve ever seen and an equally gorgeous naked body.

“What part of get him out of here did you not understand?” Gavin hisses, his fists clenched against his bare thighs.

When my dad knocked and called out from the other side of my door, Gavin had my hair wrapped around his fist while he was fucking me from behind. Panicked, I shoved him into the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was scrambling to pull my clothes back on that I realized his were scattered across my floor. Heart pounding right out of my chest, all I could think was to toss them onto my messy bed and throw a blanket over them. So yeah, my dad is hanging in my sex bedroom right now. Getting him out of here ASAP is all I can do at the moment.

I turn on the water, and Gavin hisses again as the freezing spray hits him.

I can’t hold back my giggle. “You’re lucky my phone is on the sink, or we’d really have a problem,” he says as he pulls me beneath the cold water, clothes and all.

“Ass.”

With a sigh, he pulls out of the spray and holds me, waiting for it to warm up. “I’ll text him.”

“My father?” I ask as I pull my soaked shirt over my head.

“Yes. And then I’ll text Sienna. I’ll tell her I’m in town and I want to have dinner.” Gavin gets a faraway look, as if he’s thinking.

“Won’t that be weird? Your sister, my father, and us?”

He sighs. “It’s the only way I can spend the evening with you. Got a better idea?”

“I don’t know,” I panic. “I’ll call Gabe too.”

“Oh great, your best friend who never stops talking.”

That comment breaks through my spiraling, and I can’t help but smile. Outside of Sienna, Gabe is my only real friend. But Gavin’s right. He never shuts up.

“I’ll make it up to you,” I offer, sliding my hands down my boyfriend’s abs until I’m cupping his balls and squeezing lightly just the way he likes it.

“Millie Rosemarie Hall, don’t you fucking dare.” Gavin’s voice is like ice.

“Oh,” I purr. “Bringing out the full name. I wonder what you’ll do when I put your cock in my mouth.”

“Your father is on the other side of the door.”

“Hmm.” I tilt my head and give him an impish grin. “Looks like you have two options. Either fuck me—though we both know I’m not quiet—or let me suck your cock.”

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