Page 14 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

I woke up about an hour later, and he had fallen asleep while reading, with the book open on his chest, and the light on his side still on.

I sighed and got up from the bed, walked around it, and took the book off his chest to place it on the nightstand. After that, I turned off the light and walked back around the bed, but I stopped when I heard something walking around the cabin.

Walking up to the bedroom door, I opened it slightly to look outside. I caught a glimpse of Dad as he walked down the narrow hallway and into the kitchen, and my excitement grew.

I looked back to Ronan, making sure he was still asleep, before I headed out of the room and closed the door behind me. I tried to make as little noise as possible, but the floorboards creaked at every step that I took.

When I got to the living area, I saw Dad standing by the sink, holding a glass in his hand. He was reaching for the tap, but he stopped when he sensed me standing there.

He turned his head and sighed, putting the glass down, and turning around to face me. “It’s late, Tate. You should be in bed,” he said, his voice low.

“Ronan left the light on, and I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?” I stood on the other side of the kitchen island, placing my hands on the counter.

“I need a glass of water.”

I studied him and pursed my lips. “No sex tonight?”

He furrowed his brows at my question. “What?”

“Did you and Mom argue? You barely talked to each other after dinner.”

“We’re fine.”

“So why didn’t you have sex?”

“Tate.” He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “You have to stop saying shit like that.”

“I already watched you. What’s so bad about me asking?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and tilted my head to the side, shrugging. “I know, but it was also inappropriate of you to let me watch.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

He already told me why he didn’t send me away last night, and it was clear that he enjoyed me standing behind that door while he fucked Mom.

“Go to bed, Tate.”

“Can you give me a hug first?”

He wanted to say no, but that would’ve been rude. “Fine.”

Amused by his annoyance, I walked around the island to stand in front of him. He didn’t move, so I took the first step and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my body against his, waiting for him to hug me back.

But he didn’t, and I was about to whine about it when he took me by surprise. Both his hands gripped my hair, and he forced me down to my knees.

A growl left him as he pressed me against the drawers, with his hands tilting back my head, and pressing his crotch against my face.

“Dirty girl…” he said through gritted teeth.

I looked up at him, needing a moment to realize what was happening. But I was enjoying this already, with my heart beating loud in my chest.

“Is this what you want?”

I nodded, starting to grin as my courage rose.

“You should be punished. Shit, baby, you need to be spanked. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

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