Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(62)

“I’m sure they were devastated,” she says softly.

“Yes… completely. Not only for their grandchild but for their son as well. What about your parents?”

“They’re pretty awesome. Of course, I told you they gave me tremendous support during the whole Kevin thing.”

My body involuntarily tightens when I think about “the whole Kevin thing.” I’d like to look his sorry as up and beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

“I’d love for you to meet them sometime,” Savannah says timidly.

Meet her parents?

Hmmmm… now why isn’t that causing a pit of fear in my stomach? Why does that idea sound appealing to me?

Oh, I know why… because that’s Savannah admitting to me that we have something pretty f*cking deep here, just as I was suspecting.

“Too fast for you?” she asks quietly.

“What?” I ask, blinking. “Is what too fast?”

“Meeting my parents. You got awful quiet when I suggested it.”

Turning on my side, I lay my head on her pillow so we’re practically nose to nose. “I’d love to meet your parents, Sweet. Tell me more about them.”

She smiles and takes in a deep breath that, to my ears, sounds like it may be a little clearer. “Here’s their short bio. June and Brian Shepherd, married for thirty years this coming summer. They doted on their only, and quite angelic, child, Savannah. Mom is a secretary for an accountant, and Dad is an electrician. They’re kind of shy, so you know I come by it honestly, but they have the best hearts in the world. You’ll adore them.”

“I’m sure I will.” Just like I adore you, sweet girl.

“Did you always want to be a fiction writer?”

“Always,” I tell her as my hand winds around her waist, and I pull her in tight.

“Have you written any other books?”

“A few,” I tell her. “Although they’re rubbish.”

“No way,” she denies me. “I’ve read your work. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, but you read my work post-Charlie. I wrote from a very dark place and it showed through in my writing. People like that shit for some reason.”

“What are your other books like?”

“High fantasy… knights, castles, and dragons sort of stuff. No romance. No sex.”

“Can I read some of it?”

“Sure, babe. Anything you want,” I tell her as my hand slides down from her back to her hip. She didn’t put any underwear on after her bath, and my hand snakes down further to caress her bare bottom.

She sighs and pushes in closer to me, until she’s pressed right up against the erection that had started growing the minute my hand touched her sweet ass. Savannah swivels her hips against me, giving me a slow grind, and I groan and push away from her.

“Uh-uh,” I admonish her. “You’re sick.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles, casting her eyes down toward my chest. “I know I look awful.”

Sliding my hand up her body, I bring my fingers under her chin and tilt her head up to me. Leaning in, I give her a kiss and then rub my nose against hers. “You don’t look awful. You look as beautiful as ever and you can feel I got a f*cking hard-on, so you know I’m turned on by you. But you need rest. The sooner you get better, the sooner we can get back to the f*cking.”

Her cheeks flame hot, but she’s bold as brass when she says, “I’m not tired though.”

“Rest,” I affirm.

Giving me a coy smile, laced with a bit of evil, she says, “I could… you know, relieve you if you wanted. I hate thinking about you laying there, all hard, pulsing, and aching…”

“God, you’re so bad,” I groan, and I turn my face into the pillow. She laughs softly at me and tries to push her hand down in between our bodies to touch me. My hand immediately stops her. “Savannah… so help me God, if you don’t stop, I’m going to tie you up.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” she exclaims as she tries to grab my cock.

Releasing my hold on her, I roll out of the bed and glare down at her in disapproval. She f*cking grins back at me. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to either take a cold shower or jack off, you heathen woman,” I snarl at her.

She grins even bigger. “Can I watch?”

“Fucking death of me,” I mutter as I turn away from her and head into the bathroom. For good measure, I shut the door behind me and lock it so she won’t be encouraged to get out of bed when she should be resting.

I walk up to the vanity and rest my hands on the edge, lifting my face up to look at myself in the mirror. I’m met with my reflection wearing a big ass f*cking smile on my face. I positively beam.

A smile that Savannah put there, and I don’t ever want to lose again.

Reaching down, I tug on my cock through the material of my boxer briefs and consider jacking off. Then I decide against it, because if Savannah has to wait, I will too. Starting the shower, I wait for the water to heat and step out of my underwear. Just as I open the door to step in, I hear Savannah rattling the doorknob.

“Filthy boy,” she calls out, her voice still raw so I know she should be resting. “Can I please come in and watch?”