Page 68 of Embracing the Beat
“Here you are—Oh, Kayla, honey, what are you doing home?”
Kelly rushes forward, wrapping her arms around Michaela and lifting her up off the couch in a hug.
“Hi, Mom. Surprise.” Michaela’s voice vibrates with awkward nerves. Three minutes earlier, and her parents would have found us with my dick buried inside their daughter.
Dan steps into the doorway, his glasses giving him an owlish appearance as his eyes move across us. Kelly has Michaela locked in a hug and doesn’t seem to be letting go any time soon.
“Mikey, hey, kiddo, didn’t expect to see you here. Kel, let me hug her too.” Dan hip checks his wife, who passes their daughter to him.
Kelly steps around them to hug me, and I hope the smell of sex isn’t as strong as I think it is.
“How was it?” she asks.
I panic for a moment, thinking she’s talking about the hotter than sin sex I just had with her daughter on her living room couch. But no. She’s asking about the house while they were gone.
“Great,” I croak out and clear my throat. “Michaela even helped me finish the basement.”
Kelly’s eyebrow arches at my use of Michaela’s full name, and heat burns in my face. Her gaze moves from me to her daughter, and when her shoulders tighten slightly, there is no doubt she’s noticed the state of Michaela’s shirt. Her attention whips back to me, and my shoulders hunch.
“She did, did she?”
I nod. “She’s pretty good at painting.”
“Painting, huh?”
Please, please don’t call me out in front of Dan when I can still feel Michaela all over my deflating cock.
Her eyes search mine for a minute, and I stop hiding the feelings I’ve developed for Michaela over the last few weeks. Slowly, her eyebrows drop, and the tension eases from her shoulders. Her slight nod tells me what I was hoping to see. She’s okay with whatever is going on between her daughter and me.
I return the motion, relaxing when a smile stretches her face.
That’s one blessing received. I still need two others. Dan’s. And Sawyer’s.
I’m not sure which conversation I’m afraid of more.
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“Basement looks great, son,” Dan says, settling on the couch next to the one where I’m sitting.
I grabbed a shower while Dan and Kelly checked out the work on the basement. Michaela had showered separately and, while I missed having her wet, naked body against mine—shower sex is fucking amazing for a reason—I didn’t want to get caught until I had the chance to talk to her dad.
Son.
The word tightens my throat and makes it hard to speak.
“Thanks. Glad I could help. How was your cruise?”
He rolls his eyes with a smile. “Don’t tell Kelly I said this, but I’m glad to be home. The first week was nice, and the second week was okay, but by the third, I wanted my own bed and a good cheesesteak.”
We both chuckle. But when he moves to pick up the remote, I hold up my hand.
“Dan, can I talk to you?”
He puts the remote down and studies me before nodding.
“Yeah, of course, West, what’s going on?”
The last time I asked to talk to him like this, I told him about breaking up with Ashley and asked if he and Kelly would mind if I stayed with them for a little while.
