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We both still and Stella’s eyes are wide. “Oh shit,” she mutters as I sit up quickly.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Stella, honey?” he calls again. Fucking Harlem.
“It’s my dad!” she mouths, then adds, “Holy fuck!”
We both scramble from the bed as I trip over the bedsheet and land ass up on the floor with a thud.
“Uh, Dad?” Stella calls out frantically.
“Wake up, sleepyhead, I’ve got the guys here!”
“Guys?” I mouth. “What guys?”
She shrugs, hopping around trying to pull some pants on as I hunt around for my clothes. “Okay, I’ll be right out!” Then to me in the lowest of voices she says, “Stay here, do not come out under any circumstances.”
I nod, pulling my underwear on as I whisper-shout; “I think you’d better brush the back of your hair. Or your dad’s gonna know you were freshly fucked.”
She runs into the bathroom, half dressed and with my cum still all over her stomach. I didn’t think today would be the day I died, but for real, if I make it out of here alive, it’ll be a goddamn miracle.
Stella
I try to calm myself as I brush the knots out of my wild hair frantically. Cale is right, I do look freshly fucked. I give up, tie it up in a high bun and wipe Cale’s orgasm off me with a washcloth before pulling my bra and a t-shirt on.
My dad has a key to the apartment, but he never usually just helps himself to my place, and I’ve no clue what he’s talking about:The boys are here.
I hear him in the kitchen, probably starting the coffee machine as I slip out of the bedroom and sheepishly make my way to the kitchen. My heart racing and my head about to explode, I round the corner and, sure enough, Dad has two cups lined up and he’s turning on my Keurig.Fuckety fuck!
Then I think about Cale’s motorcycle parked right outside, and I wonder how in the hell my dad missed that.
He turns and smiles. “Hey sunshine, sorry to barge in, but the guys are here to change the alarm system downstairs, and they need to put a panel in up here so you have control if it goes off in the night,” he says.
Of course. I remember now, but I completely forgot it was today.
I feel the heat rising up my neck, but Dad — of course — has no clue I have Cale fucking Callaghan in my bedroom, and he also looks like he has no intention of going anywhere right now.
“Uh, okay.” Is all I can manage.
Poor Cale. He may be stuck in there a while, and I seriously hope he doesn’t have to be at work anytime soon. Dad makes mea coffee, then his own, and a few moments after I take a grateful sip, I hear heavy footsteps on the stairs.
Rock, Jett, Tag, followed by Luna, and finally Rodeo, trample up the stairs and into my apartment. I freeze. Oh, holy fuck!
“Morning!” Luna sings. “How are you—- Ooh, Stella, are you okay? You look a little… funny.”
My eyes widen as all the men’s eyes fall on me. I grip my mug for dear life. “Funny?” I laugh with fake bravado. “I just got woken up on a Sunday morning and it’s barely seven o’clock.”
She continues to narrow her eyes as I look away from her scrutiny to meet Tag’s eyes. “Who’s motorcycle is that parked out back?”
Oh. Holy. Shit.
“Mine!” Manny sings from behind them. “It’s one my darling lover boy Bandit has been working on for months. He finally let me ride it.”
I dart my wide eyes to Manny as he gives me a wink. Luna, who sees everything, must somehow realize the predicament I’m in and starts ushering the boys around. “Do you all need to be up here? Cluttering the place up?” She complains, hands on hips.
“Woman, you’re the only one here who isn’t supposed to be,” Tag says.
“I came to see if my bestie here would like to have breakfast before she starts work,” Luna replies indignantly. “Let the woman wake up, for heaven’s sake.”
