Page 18 of Daddy in Disguise
He brushes by me and picks up my phone from the bedside table. “Call Thatcher.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why do I have to call him?”
“No questions. Just do it.” He places the phone in my hand and then leaves the room.
Still in the lingerie I bought for tonight, I sit on the bed and call Thatcher.
“Everything okay, Sparrow,” he answers.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask.
“I was with Carter a little while ago and wasn’t expecting you to call so soon.”
I’m so confused by Carter’s demand for me to call my brother and by the conversation I’m having with Thatcher. “Well, he told me to call you.”
On the other end, Thatcher hums. “I told him I wanted to talk to you.”
The diamond in my ring catches the last of the sunlight and distracts me. “About what?”
“I need to apologize for a lot of things that have happened recently, but I know I really hurt you when I called you a whore. I was angry and surprised when I caught the both of you having sex in my club and I let my emotions take control. It’s not an excuse, just an explanation. I’m sorry, and I hope you forgive me.”
“You said there was more?”
He sighs. “I’m just trying to protect you, Sparrow. It’s been pretty much the two of us for so long and sometimes, I feel like I’ve failed in keeping you safe.”
Any anger toward Thatcher melts. “You’ve done a good job keeping me out of trouble and you’ve done a good job helping me through every rough moment I’ve endured. It’s time for you to back off though. Carter is more than capable.”
He groans slightly. “Just . . . be safe with him, okay? Don’t make any sudden decisions.”
“Too late,” I tell him, holding up my hand to admire the ring.
“What does that mean?” he asks as the bedroom door opens and Carter strides in, a hungry look on his face. My answer to Thatcher’s question is caught in the back of my throat because Carter’s shirt is gone, revealing a solid, muscled chest. He drops to his knees, places his hands on my legs and spreads them open. He winks as he buries his face between my thighs.
“Sparrow?” Thatcher says. “Did I lose you?”
Yes, you did big brother. “It means Carter and I are getting married. Talk to you later.” I disconnect the phone call, toss the phone on the bed, and fall backward.
Carter slips a finger underneath the lace covering me and tugs until it rips. “You were taking too long, and I was getting impatient,” he tells me, lifting his head. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, Daddy,” I tell him in a hoarse voice.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“No, Daddy.”
He raises one eyebrow. “Then what do you want, little bird?”
I lift my arms, beckoning him closer. “Make love to me.”
Epilogue
Sparrow
Halloween
One Year Later
“There’s something for you on the bed,” Carter murmurs as he passes by me in the bathroom while I carefully apply my makeup for tonight. Before he leaves the bathroom, his gaze slides over toward me and his lips tip up in one corner.