Unusual.
People rarely call me in the mornings.
I pulled it out, and the screen flashed a name I really didn’t want to see:
Sperm Donor.
Fucking hell.
The dread engulfed me. The same dread I’d been feeling at the sound of his name since I was ten years old and couldn’t choose to ignore the shit out of him. The murky soup of feelings I couldn’t explain, didn’t want to explain.
Didn’t want to begin to make sense of.
Ain’t nobody got time forissueslike that.
What the fuck could the sperm donor possibly want at nine a.m. on a Sunday morning?
My finger hovered over answer, until I decided I couldn’t give a shit what he could possibly want at nine a.m. on a Sunday morning.
I let him go to voicemail.
Fuck him.
“So much for that, then. At least you got a fuck out of it.” I shot Rick a scowl. “Better than a fucking hand job. I told you this shit was a waste of time.”
Rick’s smile didn’t ease up any. “She’s coming back.”
“Sure she is. This year, next year, sometime never.” I went through to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, letting out the first stream of morning piss with my cock still at half-mast. Rick always gets the fucking pussy first.
He appeared in the doorway, and I saw his eyes twinkling in the mirror. “She’s still keen. She said so.”
“You saw her leave, then? Didn’t think to tell her she could stay around and earn the rest of her cash?”
“She went to sort out her horse. Early morning stable stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great.”
“You can hardly say anything, you’re the biggest fucking morning person I know.”
“Ihaveto be a morning person.”
He smirked. “You like her, too. I know you like her. It’s alright, you know. You can let your asshole crown slip just a little.”
“We don’t know her,” I said, and I meant it. We didn’t know her. Didn’t know shit about her. Not besides the fact that she’s a pretty girl who likes horses. And Rick’s cock.
He stroked himself in the doorway and it was obvious why everyone likes Rick’s cock so much. “Should have insisted on at least a blowjob before she ran off.”
“Your turn next,” he said. “Keep it fair.”
“I don’t think she’s interested in my turn.”
“Bullshit.” He laughed. “You’re always like this.”
“It’salways like this. You getting carried away, loving everyone the minute they step through the door, bedding them and giving them the fucking spiel and then givingmethe big surprise actwhen things go tits up a few months later.”
“Not this time, this time it’s different. She’s different.”
I could feel myself scowling, held myself back. “Let’s tell her what the deal is, then. If she’s so different.”