“Fuckme.” The attitude is clear in her voice.
I growl, grabbing my length and slapping her on the clit with it. She yelps.
My phone begins vibrating again.For God’s sake. Who could be calling me right now, when I’m about to fuck my wife for the first time? I ignore it again. Mya doesn’t even notice the sound, too entranced in my teasing to care.
She’s so wet, her arousal is leaking down her thighs. The vision is to fucking die for.
“Please, Worth. Fuck me. Please.”
“That’s more like it, Kitten.”
I start pushing inside her as my phone buzzes with a call for the third time.
I growl out loud. “What the fuck?”
Mya, still breathless, finally notices the ringing. “Maybe important.”
Reluctantly, I push off the bed, leaving her on her hands and knees as I grab my phone off the nightstand.
It’s Brianna.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I answer immediately, my pulse slamming through my chest. “Brianna, sweetheart. Is everything okay?”
Her voice trembles. “Mom came by the house. She just left.”
I freeze. “What do you mean she came by?”
“She just showed up, knocked on the door, and demanded to see me. Maggie wouldn’t let her in.”
My heart threatens to claw its way out of my chest. “Put Maggie on the phone.”
There’s a faint rustle, then Maggie’s steady voice comes through. “Hi, Worth. Don’t worry, I sent her off.”
“How dare she show up unannounced,” I snap, pacing the room. “How’s Brianna?”
“She’s fine. A little shaken, but you know your daughter—she’s stronger than we think.”
I drag a hand over my face, anger and guilt churning in my gut. I should’ve been there. IpromisedI’d protect her.
Mya approaches quietly, her hand coming to rest on my back. The slow motion of her fingers calms me instantly, pulling me back from the edge.
“Let me talk to Brianna again,” I manage.
There’s a pause before I hear her small voice. “Hi, Dad.”
“I’m coming home, Piglet. I’m so sorry that happened and I wasn’t there.”
“Don’t worry, Dad,” she sighs. “I’ll be fine. Please don’t ruin your plans for me.”
“The only thing I care about is you, Bri,” I tell her firmly. “I’m coming home.”
When we hang up, I’m already reaching for my suitcase, pulling on the first pair of pants that I find.
Mya’s watching me, concerned. “What happened?”