Page 39 of Made For You
“I’m clean also,” I tell her, “but still, I should have made sure you were okay.”
“Um…” She laughs, grabbing a piece of the pie. “Did it not show that I was okay?” She feeds me a bite of pie. “I was okay last night.” She kisses my lips and avoids looking at me, grabbing her cup of coffee. “And I was more than okay this morning. Now if you don’t trust I have an IUD, I can get something from the doctor.” She takes a sip.
The pit of my stomach goes to my throat. “No.” I shake my head. “It was for me to make sure you were okay. That you were protected.”
She looks at me. “That’s the nicest thing someone has ever said to me.” She leans back and crosses her legs. “Now, can we not talk about this anymore?”
“Works for me,” I agree, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her to me, kissing her head.
The two of us drink our coffee and eat some more pie before she gets up. “We should head back.” I look at her and hold her finger with a thumbs-down. “We can come back tomorrow if you want.”
“Fine,” she huffs, “let me go get dressed.” I follow her downstairs, and we have another round because she bent over to grab something, and my cock fell into her.
We sit side by side as we make our way back to the dock. Only when I turn into our row do I see her father on the dock with his phone in his hand. “Is that my father?” She gets up, and then I see more people joining him. “Oh my God, my uncle is here and my cousins.” She shakes her head. “What the fuck?” she says, and I get nervous.
“I’m going to back in,” I tell her, “and you can get off the boat.”
“To tie the ropes.” I shake my head.
“Why don’t you go deal with your family?” I suggest, feeling my hands shake, wondering if the last two days meant anything to her. Wondering if it changes things now that we are back at the marina?
“No way. I’m going to tie the ropes.” She walks toward the back of the boat, turning and coming back to me. Her hands are on her head. “Shit, what do I tell them?”
“You do not tell them we had sex.” That is the only thing that comes out of my mouth, and she laughs.
“Not that, like who do I say you are?” she asks me and I laugh. “Like how do I introduce you?” She looks so worried. “Like, we could give you a code name.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Just introduce me as me.”
She nods her head, walking away from me. When I’m close enough to the dock, she yells at someone to grab the ropes.
Wilson steps forward, grabbing one while her cousin Dylan Stone grabs the other. When I’m in place, she gets onto the dock tying the ropes by herself, and when they are all secure, I turn off the boat.
“Where the hell were you?” I hear her father shouting. Beatrice jumps off the boat in front of her and barks at him, making all the girls laugh.
“Okay, well, for one,” Vivienne says, “what the hell are you guys doing here?”
“You said you would check in,” her father barks. “Chase said.”
“I said she was fine. You were the one who went off the deep end yet again,” Chase corrects, stepping forward.
“How would you feel if you went on your child’s location and saw that they were in the middle of the fucking ocean?”
“You done fucked up on this one,” Max Horton adds, and my mouth hangs open when it dawns on me that he’stheMax Horton.
“It’s my fault,” I finally say, coming off the boat. “I took her out yesterday, and we anchored overnight.”
“Dad,” Vivienne says. “This is Xavier.”
“Wait,” Wilson says. “Monty?” He uses the nickname I went by.
“Hey.” I hold up my hand, and now her father looks at me.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” I say, holding out my hand.
“I wouldn’t shake that hand,” one of the girls says, and she walks over to Wilson and puts her arms around his waist. “You don’t know where it’s been or if, you know, they did the dirty.”
“Francis,” a woman hisses out. “Ignore her. I’m Karrie, Vivienne’s mother.”