Because with this horrible chapter finally closing, our lives together can begin.
13
GHOST
Done and dusted, exactly to plan.
I knew Rico’s call would come. That he’d try and send me on a wild goose chase while he enacted his twisted vengeance. And while Don Bernal really might be waiting for me to arrive, I was never letting Gemma out of my sight.
“For someone who saved the world, you sure don’t look very happy,” she says, snapping me out of my self-serving pat on the back.
“Because I’m not.” Glad to have her out of harm’s way? More than anything. My little Gem, my fire and flame, will live on.
With the threat at bay, I brought Gemma to my home. A twenty-minute drive from the city, surrounded by woods, and with many of the same furnishings as my safe house.
What can I say? I don’t like change.
We’re in my bedroom. Gemma’s on the bed, resting on her elbows to look at me. We can’t stay here long, not until I know what’s happening with the Don. But I needed this stability before embarking on another journey.
“Can I ask why?” She slips off the bed and makes her way over to me.
“Because…” Tension builds between us. Concern floods her face. Might as well come clean. “You’ve seen the monster I am. There’s no going back fr?—”
She shuts me up with a kiss.
“Don’t be silly.” Her hand slides over my cheek, smile never fading. “I’m not going anywhere.” She kisses me again. “Couldn’t if I wanted to, anyway.”
“What?” I shake my head, trying to clear the confusion. “Why not?”
“Because I belong to you, Daddy.” It rolls off her tongue so naturally now. No longer a shy word that feels uncomfortable to say, but a testament to our relationship and its foundations.
Rock solid, just like me.
Without thinking, I slip my hands over Gemma’s hips and pull her into me. We kiss again, but this time, it isn’t a light touch of lips to stop wandering minds. It’s fueled by hot, passionate intensity that strips the air from my lungs.
“You know what that does to me,” I growl, trailing kisses down her cheek and settling my lips over her neck.
“Why do you think I said it?” she coos, tilting her head to the side to give me easier access to her skin. “You can’t give this to me” —her hand snaps down to my cock, stroking it through my pants while she talks— “and expect me not to want it all the time.”
“Then your wish is my command, baby.” I slide my hands over her ass and hoist her into my arms.
Walking her to the bed, my mouth makes love to her neck. Nibbling, sucking, tasting every inch of her. Raising up to her ear, sinking to her collarbone, and everything in between.
Funny how a small word like ‘Daddy’can shift my entire world upside down … since the very first time it left her precious lips.
Gemma’s hands glide across my body. She works the buttons of my shirt and fiddles haphazardly with my belt buckle, all while she lets out lusty whimpers. By the time my knees hit the bed’s edge, I’m half naked. Everything except my pants that fall to my ankles as soon as Gemma releases them.
She squeals in delight as my manhood springs free and closes the distance between us. Swaying and bobbing with almost tactical precision between her legs, like a snake hunting its next meal.
My turn.
I set her down and she stands upright, breaking my kisses long enough to pull her shirt overhead. With it, a new world of opportunities opens up to me. Instead of being glued to her neck, I bury my face between her breasts, playing with the rope tying up her sweat pants.
Her moans come in rapid fire. Hastened, guttural, and intense. Satisfaction has her shivering, struggling to stand upright, with my tongue looping and flicking her pointy nipples.
“Are you gonna give it to me, Daddy?” she whispers against my head. “Put it inside me? Make me tremble all over your big cock?”
Fuck playing with the rope.
