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She waves me off with the flick of her nails. “Gotta take this, close my door, call me later.”
Tanner has a particularly long practice,which leads to a stressed out Dean, which then turns into a very long post-practice training session. He’s okay, but between Dean’s goals for Tanner and Tanner’s own dreams, they enter the officepretty stressed. All I can think about is getting to Briar—because that’s what life is like when you have someone, I guess. All you want to do is be with them? All you can do is think about them? So strange. It’s been so long since I’ve had this all-consuming need to be in someone’s presence simply because they make my chest tight. Still, I take my time with Tanner, and didn’t let him leave until he is worked out, iced, feeling good, and Dean is feeling good, too.
Briar and I started texting when she moved in, which very quickly devolved intoVeiled2.0, because we can’t stop messaging each other.
I told her I’d be late getting home but she never texted back. No one knows that she lives with me, and if her father returned home in the last few weeks and noticed that his daughter is missing, he hasn’t seemed too concerned. At least, she hasn’t heard from him. I don’t worry that she didn’t text back because she’s hurt, or that her father is there threatening to steal her back, but nonetheless, I don’t like that she didn’t reply.
I set my keys on the table, and lock the back door behind me. Hanging my hat and suit coat on the hook near the door, I kick off my boots and flick on the kitchen light. Her notebook and pencil are on the table, along with her laptop, opened but no longer on. Working on the buttons on my dress shirt, I peer at her notebook where in long, curly letters she’s taken notes on the varsity half time dance, as well as junior varsity and freshman routines. She’s likely typing up notes for Riley and Cadence. I spot a half empty glass of milk next to an open package of Oreos, and notice the TV is on.
I leave everything as is, and find her purse on the couch, near her backpack. After peering down the hall to make sure the coast is clear, I reach into her purse and dig around until I find the birth control. Lifting it out, I turn it over, seeing tinysheets of metal from where she’s pushed a pill out. Flipping it back around, I count the days.
I glance back at the cookies and milk, and for a moment, feel so goddamn evil and wrong.
Briar wants me.
Why couldn’t that have been enough? Why couldn’t I forgive her like a normal person and move on?
I had to make her feel what I felt. The pain, the despair, the betrayal. I love her, but I had to teach her this lesson, so that we can move forward together, understanding what true loyalty is, and why it’s so important.
I thought I needed her to learn, that I had to show her loyalty, but as I hold the blister pack of sugar pills, knowing what I’ve done, I can’t help but feel disgusted.
She’s taught me loyalty.
I jerked her around and played with her so much at the start. Bending her over the training table, then forcing her out in silence. Breeding her and obsessing over her, then calling her over with a Plan B and making her leave.
She stayed.
She kept showing up.
She never stopped proving her love.
She’s taught me loyalty, and now, because of this… I slip the nearly empty blister pack back into her purse, and move through the house, toward the hall. My home has life in it now, because of Briar, and our love.
But once she realizes what I’ve done… everything I’ve been fighting to keep, I’m going to lose it. All over my temper and my pain.
At the bedroom door, with socked feet, jeans, and my white undershirt, hair a messy heap from being tucked into a Cattleman all day, I take a deep breath.
She once told me that she believed we could love our way out of her little lie.
Maybe she will feel the same about what I’ve done?
I push the door open, and see her curled into a ball in the center of the bed–our bed–in nothing but white panties and a white tank top. Her blonde hair spills over the pillows, and the TV flickers silently against her bare feet, playing some rerun she put on for comfort.
Lifting her pink blanket—she always cuddles up with it—I slide under, and curve my body against the back of hers, smoothing one palm down her naked hip and bare thigh. Briar groans as she stirs, but doesn’t fully wake. I press my lips to the side of her throat, and refuse to think about what I’ve done.
Not yet.
“Mm,” I murmur, loving the sweet taste of her skin after a long day at school. A little tangy from sweat, traces of vanilla and berries because that’s her—it’s beyond arousing. I reach down, freeing myself from the prison of my jeans, finding my boxers have taken the brunt of my all-day on-and-off arousal, thanks to our continual text messaging. My hard, sticky cock rests against the top of her ass as I slip two fingers beneath the elastic. Slowly, I smooth my fingers around her panties until I’m pulling them aside, pressing my chest to her back, guiding my cock into her wet little slit.
She moans, yawns into the pillow, then twists, giving me her profile. Sleep still in her eyes, lips swollen, cheeks pink, she murmurs, “Daddy, is that you?”
Fuck. The fact that she wakes in that mindset has my eyes snapping shut, my fingers sinking into her hips. Urgently, lacking finesse or foreplay, I thrust into her, feathering a feral groan over her shoulder as I bask in her tight warmth.
“You feel so good to Daddy right now. I need you somuch.” I smooth my hand over her shoulder, down into her tiny tank top, filling my palm with soft breast. She moans when I pinch her nipple, then drag my tongue along the back of her ear.
“Daddy’s been thinking about his girl all day. Nothing makes me feel as good as you do, baby, did you know that?” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as she pushes her ass into me, searching for more inches, more connection.
“Daddy,” she whines, and I have to pinch her other nipple to sate her slightly, fucking her harder now, the bed squealing.
