Victoria flung herself across the room, pulling the blanket that had been hanging off the sofa to cover herself with while I reached for a throw pillow and shoved it down over my lap. Then she disappeared down the hall, the blanket flying behind her.

“Victoria Ann Witherspoon!” Victoria’s mom dropped her oversized purse in the tiled entryway and stomped into my house, steam practically coming out of her ears, as she chased her daughter to the back of the house.

My dad shook his head, settling his palm over his mouth while he tried to suppress a laugh.

Yeah, there was nothing remotely funny about this. Nothing at all.

I jumped to my feet and crossed the room, zipping up my jeans as I went. “What are you doing here?” I barked, crossing my arms over my chest and staring my father down.

Twinkling eyes flicked over my shoulder to where Victoria and I had been tangled up in each other. “Veronica and I wanted a romantic weekend away. Seems we weren’t the only ones.”

“And your first thought was to bring her to my house?”

My dad shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress slacks, his slick grin fading. “We were booked at the inn, but their generator went out so we thought we’d come here instead.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me if that was okay?”

He lifted his shoulder in a careless shrug. “I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“And yet, it obviously is.” I stalked away, jamming my fingers into my hair and cursing under my breath. We’d talked about this—repeatedly. This was my house, not his. After he’d shown up that weekend I’d been here with Jenny, I’d made him promise it would never happen again.

I spun on my heels. “Wait, how’d you get in?”

His eyes flicked to the kitchen, guilt written on his face.

I marched back toward him, my palm held out. “Give it to me.”

“Son,” he implored.

“No. Give me the goddamn key.”

After a few seconds spent in a silent face off, he blew out a breath and reached into his pocket. Pulling out his keychain, he removed the key and passed it to me. “This was my house too, you know.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, until you cheated on my mother and she left you.”

“That doesn’t make the memories I’ve got of this place any less real.”

I rolled my eyes. “Would those be the memories of you bringing your mistress out here so Mom wouldn’t find out? Or when you showed up unannounced and stole my girlfriend from me?”

His face turned red. “She wasn’t your girlfriend, and I didn’t steal her from you. You can’t steal something you never had.”

I clenched my fingers around the key until the metal bit painfully into my skin. “Get out.”

He bent forward at the waist, glancing down the hall toward where my girlfriend and his wife had disappeared. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that we couldn’t hear what was happening back there.

“We don’t have anywhere to go,” he said straightening and looking me dead in the eye. The next ferry out isn’t until the morning.”

“Not my problem.”

“You’d throw us out into the cold?”

We squared off against one another. As much as I might have wanted to kick them out, if the inn was without heat as well, they really didn’t have anywhere else to go. It wasn’t like my dad had any friends left on the island after the way he’d abandoned my mom all those years ago.

“We need wood. The furnace is on the fritz.”

“Roni and I will drive into town and pick some up.” He reached forward to lay his hand on my shoulder, but I moved out of the way. This wasn’t some precious bonding experience that we’d all laugh about later.

“And get your wife under control,” I barked, cringing as I heard the words leave my mouth. The notion that a man needed to control his woman went against everything I believed about equality, but someone had to try and bring Victoria’s mother to heel. She obviously wasn’t going to do it herself. “I don’t want to hear one negative word out of her mouth about Victoria and me. If she so much as raises her voice in my presence, I will throw you both out. Do you understand?”

He stared at me for a beat, his lips thinning into a tight, unhappy line. Finally, he nodded, a small dropping of his chin toward his chest. “Understood.” He circled around me, moving toward the back of the house to collect his wife and head to the store for firewood.

“Oh my god.” Victoria rocked back and forth on the sofa, her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her palms. “My mother saw me naked.”

“She gave birth to you,” I said, using my most soothing voice as I rubbed circles over her back. “She bathed you as a baby.”

Her hands dropped away and she speared me with a disbelieving look. “Yes, but I wasn’t covered in semen at the time, was I?”

My neck grew hot and my gaze bounced away. When she put it like that, yeah. Not exactly your finest mother-daughter bonding moment.

“And your dad! Now he’s seen me naked too!” She surged to her feet and paced the length of the room before turning around and marching back toward me.

“He assures me he didn’t see anything.”

She shot me another look. This one said, “If you believe that I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you.”

Victoria reached for her purse and pulled out her phone. Stabbing her fingers against the glass screen, she brought it to her ear.

“Who are you calling?”

She held up a finger in the universal gesture for give me a goddamned minute and then started speaking when someone picked up on the other end. “Um, yes. Hello. My mother is a guest at your inn, but she just showed up at my boyfriend’s house saying the heat is out there.” Victoria tapped her foot as she listened to the other person’s voice. “Mmm-hmm. Yes, I see. Okay. Yes, thank you. Goodbye.” She ended the call and tossed her phone onto the couch.

“They’re not staying here with us,” she said, joining the device on the sofa.

“What?” She huffed and pulled her legs up under her, sitting cross-legged facing me. “Was my dad lying?”

Honestly, it was hard to tell with him sometimes. There was a reason he’d been the best salesperson in his division for nearly a decade before he’d retired a couple of years ago.

“No, the inn’s heat is out, but the backup generator works just fine. Our parents checked out because their room was near the generator and they could hear it.” She sneered and rolled her eyes. “They’re not going to freeze to death if they stay there. If they stay here, however, I may kill my mother in the middle of the night.”

I reached over and pulled her into my arms. She fought me at first, but eventually melted into my embrace. “I’m sorry,” I said for the twentieth time since I’d sent my dad and Roni to go buy some wood. “This isn’t how I pictured this weekend going.”

She smiled then, the first time in almost an hour. “It was going pretty great until they got here though, wasn’t it?”

“It was.” I leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “My girlfriend asked me to move in with her.”

Victoria twined her arms around my neck and climbed into my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist, her ankles locked behind my back. “I can’t wait to share my house with you,” she said, taking my mouth in a soft, sensual kiss.

When she sucked my tongue into her mouth, I went hard. I hadn’t known if it was possible, but it turned out I really could go a third time in one night. Seemed all I needed was the proper encouragement.

When Victoria felt the evidence of my arousal pressing against her, she pulled back and smiled deviously. “Is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

I set my palm to the base of her spine and rocked her over my thickening cock. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Victoria’s hips made a slow figure eight in my lap, and her hands came up to cup her breasts over the thick cotton of my college sweatshirt. “How much longer until they’re back?” she asked, her movements becoming more pronounced.

Quickly, I did the math in my head. Twenty minutes to get to the store, five minutes to buy wood, and then twenty minutes back. They’d been gone at least half an hour. Not enough time for me to sink into her like I wanted to, but plenty of time for me to get her off with my fingers.

I slipped my hand down the front of her flannel pants, past the soft cotton of her underwear, and straight to her slick entrance. I brushed my middle finger back and forth over her tight little clit.

“Mmm,” she breathed, her hips moving over me. “Just like that.”

When I arched up into her, giving her more friction to rub against, her head fell back, exposing the soft column of her throat. I leaned forward and sucked her skin into my mouth, sucking on the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“I want you inside me,” she said, reaching blindly between us for the button on my jeans.

Before I could tell her we didn’t have time, she’d miraculously pulled my zipper down, pulled out my cock, and divested herself of her pants.

“Victoria—”

And then before I could say anything more, she was sinking down with a long, satisfied moan. “Ahh. That’s better.” Her head fell forward and she braced her palms on my shoulders. “Now fuck me, David.”

Screw the time.

My hips jacked up into her and she bounced on my cock. “Faster,” she demanded, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. “Harder.”

I banded my arms around her middle and held her tight against me, my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, as the sounds of our lovemaking echoed in the room. The harder and faster I fucked her, the closer I came to my own orgasm. Sweat beaded at my temples and the nape of my neck, as Victoria babbled against my skin. Then, all of a sudden, her pussy clenched my dick in a vice grip and before I could stop it, I came with a shout, filling her womb with my cum.

For several long seconds we stayed just like that, our breaths becoming more and more steady. Then, all at once, Victoria started laughing.

“Oh my god.” She rolled off me, wiping at her eyes as her shoulders bounced with laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, putting myself to rights as she picked up her pants.

Hooking them over her finger, she leaned forward for a quick kiss. “We could have been caught. Again.”

“I tried telling you that, but you didn’t seem to care.” I spread my arms wide on the back of the sofa, a smile stretching across my face as Victoria sashayed toward the guest bathroom wearing nothing but my raggedy old sweatshirt.

“What can I say?” She turned, walking backward toward the restroom, her smile as big as my own. “I love your cock almost as much as I love you.”

She shut the door as I barked out a laugh. A few seconds later, I heard the water running as my living room was lit by headlights pulling into the drive.

Perfect timing.

I pushed off the sofa and made my way to the front door so I could send our parents back to the inn where they belonged.