Page 4 of Such a Sweet Girl

Did Nick have a girlfriend? He hadn’t mentioned anyone when I called. Work had held me back two weeks past our usual dates, so he’d gone ahead to the lake house on his own.

She walked up to the door and out of view.

Curiosity won out over sense, and I flicked to one of the in-home cameras that monitored the main living space.

A warm sensation infused my groin as I watched her. Short and curvy, exactly my type. I’d never dated younger though, and she looked to be a similar age to Nick.

Stop being such a perv, I told myself.Lusting over your son’s—well whatever she was—was downright fucked.

The thickening in my pants cared not for the chastisement in my head.

Elmo narrowed his eyes at me, judgement in full force.

‘Just because you don’t have balls doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t. You wouldn’t understand.’ He had to be the most critical cat I’d ever met. Or maybe I passed my self judgements onto him.

The woman made her way to the sofa, sitting beside Nick and smiling at him. He barely looked at her before resuming his game. I wanted to reach through the phone and clip him over the side of the head.

I expected her to get up and leave him when he continued his game without another look, but she didn’t. She took out her phone and sat beside him, scrolling.

Tragic.

The girl needed to get a backbone and tell my numbskull of a son to sort himself out. Maybe I could tell him to wise up myself.

‘Oh shit,’ I said, closing the app as I caught sight of the time. ‘Why did you let me sit down, Elmo? The cab’s going to be here any minute.’

With another scratch on his exposed belly, I stood, slamming my case shut and hoping I hadn’t forgotten anything.

My flight landed hours later with a rocky bump and an unfortunate wait on the plane, as too many flights came in at the same time due to delays.

With everyone getting restless and the air growing hotter, I switched on my phone. It was nearly midnight, so I expected the living space to be empty when I tuned into the camera.

To my surprise, Nick and the girl lay on the sofa cuddled up and watching a movie. At least he’d finally given her attention.

No. Not cuddling.

Heat crept up my neck as I saw the unmistakable thrusting of hips below the thin blanket they had pulled over them.

Shit. I needed to turn it off.

I had no desire to see Nick fucking anyone.

Reaching for the exit button, I hesitated just a moment, noting the utterly bored expression on the woman’s face. If you’d have told me she was doing dishes or taxes or something equally mundane, I’d have believed you. Her eyes were glassy, focused on the screen far too intently for someone half way through a sex session.

Nick’s hands gripped her over her t-shirt, one laid against her shoulder and the other around her stomach. Nowhere near anywhere that would bring her to anywhere exciting.

‘You idiot,’ I muttered, shutting it off.

Well, he definitely didn’t learnthatfrom me. If a man can’t even put effort into fucking, it was no wonder he was failing at everything else in his life.

Pillock.

If the sweet little thing was in my arms, there’s no way I’d let her zone out. I’d have her moaning my name until she came all over me. There’d be no detachment. She’d be a messy, hot, panting ball by the time I finished with her.

The vision of her gasping my name flashed in my head.

I had to hold my carry-on luggage in front of my crotch as I exited the plane to hide my reaction to the daydream.

God, I hoped she’d be gone by the time I got home.

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