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“Oh, Daddy, p-p-please, let me come.”
“You sound so fucking good when you beg.” I could listen to her all damn day. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Hell, everything that comes from her mouth is beautiful. She’s the epitome of perfection, and I’ll always want more.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, my thumb applies pressure to her jaw to turn her head towards me so I can suck on her lip, nibbling the plump flesh until she opens for me. “Give me your tongue.” She pokes it out, and I latch on, suckling on it the same way she was my dick earlier. “Good girl. God, how are you so fucking perfect for me?”
My hips don’t stop pistoning, neither do my fingers in her tight pussy as I add a third, so when she says, “Made for you,” between pants, my body takes over, and I ravage her. Like a feral beast, I thrust until neither of us can see straight.
I overwhelm her with pleasure as the pressure builds, and when I’m finally about to beg her to come with me, she detonates on her own, and I follow her over the edge, groaning until my throat hurts as we collapse on the bed, my full weight pinning her down. Her body twitches, and she strains away from me.
“Too good, kitten?”
She simply nods, and I laugh at her plight. She thinks she can wiggle out of my hold when all I want to do is keep fucking her.
Drawing back, I grant her the relief she seeks, knowing she’s probably overwhelmed. We’ve been locked in here for hours. She’s come more times than I can count, and from the goosebumps, I know she’s sensitive.
“Sshhh, kitten, I’ve got you.” Leaving her feels like a crime, but the way she stretches out afterwards—arms and legs spread, back slightly arched, eyes closed, and the most serene smile on her face—makes me feel like a fucking king.
I get up from the bed, head to the bathroom to clean up, and grab a warm cloth for Hester. Re-entering the bedroom, I lean against the doorframe and stare at her. She’s passed out, her body still flushed, and I notice a whole array of new bruises from my rough handling. Had she not been with me the entire way, I’d be remorseful, but she loved it, showing it through every action.
Slipping onto the bed at her feet, I spread her legs and gently clean her before tossing the cloth towards the bathroom. As I lie down beside her, she turns and cuddles into me, peaceful as can be.
I’ve never had someone other than my kids or mother trust me the way Hester does. It’s a huge weight to carry; one I’ll do proudly and without hesitation because this woman is about to become my entire world.
I’m not sure how many hours have passed, but when I notice the sun beginning to set, I force myself out of bed. As much as I’d love to hold Hester for the night, make love to her a dozen more times, there is work to be done. Men who need to suffer for what they’ve done, and will likely try to do again, to my woman and her friend.
Pulling the blankets over Hester's body, I dress in fresh clothes and make my way downstairs to find Z in the kitchen, eating macaroni and cheese from a pot on the stove.
“We have bowls for that, you know.”
He shrugs and takes another bite. “Why dirty more dishes when this works just as well? Besides, I wasn’t sure you were coming up for air anytime soon. You guys have been up there making quite the ruckus for a long damn time, man. Is she still alive?”
“Of course she is,” I bark. “Have you heard from Cretin yet?”
“Yup, Devlin is waiting on a call from you.” He shovels more food in his mouth before offering the pot to me. My lips thin, and my brows dip in refusal. “Your loss, man. This is good.”
“It’s plastic and powder,” I refute, making my friend chuckle as I head to my office. This way, if Hester comes down before I’m done, I’ll see her before she can make it anywhere else in the house.
Picking up the phone, I dial Devlin’s number, knowing it by heart. It rings once before I hear his deep voice. “Cato, you’ve had some exciting things happening lately.”
I snort, not able to deny it. “That I have. How are you?” We only speak about twice a year now, so there’s almost always something to catch up on.
“Same things happening here. Assholes keep trying to take over the business; I keep knocking them down,” he chuckles, but he’s not amused. “I hear you’ll be making a trip up here shortly?”
“Yeah. Cretin explain what’s happened?”
“He has, and I must admit, I’m shocked you didn’t deal with it immediately. Seems like a lot of trouble for one man.”
“You’d think, but I need to interrogate the assholes and verify that they were hired by who I think it was, and not someone else I need to deal with.” Just the thought of another enemy to address gives me a fucking migraine.
“I’ll keep them on ice for you, then. Cretin can stick around or head back if you need. See you tomorrow?”
I confirm that he sent my man home and the time of my arrival, then hang up and check in with my mother and the kids before going to the kitchen to make us dinner.
CHAPTER 24
Hester
I’ve never flown before, let alone so early in the morning. Watching the sun rise while in the air is an experience I’ll never forget. Having Cato at my side only makes everything brighter…happier.
