I screamed and jump off the sofa. Odette squealed as I suddenly thrust deeper into her and stood up. Timothy was smirking, I was getting ready to scream at him and my phone went off in the bedroom. I gave Timothy a quick, angry flash because Odette needed my attention more. I took her to the bedroom, flopped us on the bed - me on top - and answered the phone while I f****d her.
"Cáel, Katrina wants you at 1105 Pomwell Avenue, Doebridge, Long Island," Buffy snapped. "What's that sound?"
"Its 8:20 in the freaking morning; what sound do you think it is?" I growled back. "What am I doing in Long Island?"
"Going where you are told." Buffy hung up before I could respond. I was righteously pissed. It was the freaking weekend and I had plans...which included three children, one hot cop and s*x
