His Tempting Cherry Pie: A Double Virgin Valentine - Page 17

He cuts me off with a hand on my chin, pinching just tightly enough to command my full attention.

“Daddy doesn’t mean just fucking, baby. Soon enough, sure, but what I’ll give you is way more than just dick.”

I’m stunned into silence at the shift in his demeanor. It’s not bad, mind you, fuck no. It’s so damn hot I’ve lost my voice, so I just sit there as he finishes bathing me, pulls me out, dries me like a precious little doll then brushes my teeth and dresses me in his shirt that looks like it was made for Bigfoot.

“Eat,” he says as we return to the bedroom, and I do. For once in my life, I forget all my responsibilities. Forget about being the adult in every relationship. Instead, I’m just me, Milly, and I can be the needy one for once.

“Will you tuck me in?” I try when he puts me into bed, biting deliberately into my bottom lip and pouting a little, but he shakes his head, kisses the top of my head, then climbs in behind me.

I feel his hardness up against my ass, but something tells me he has too much discipline to be tempted. So instead I just fall asleep, wrapped in his strong, comforting arms.

CHAPTER 5

Reid

Breakfast was a nightmare, but I resisted the urge to start on the Stoli again.

I want to be clear today because I feel like I’ve been offered the deal of a lifetime with Milly.

A deal I plan to close hard and fast as soon as the time is right.

The morning started off bumpy when I woke up alone in the bed. I bolted up and out, ready to call in the fucking FBI to search for her.

I was throwing everything within reach against the walls or onto the floor. The rage returning, spiraling, growing in intensity.

Milly was my antidote. When I found she was gone I wanted to break the wall with my fist.

Flashes of my father’s face, then my mother’s, then my friends from the accident, ignited a fury inside me stronger than ever before.

The anger spooled and tightened as I banged my forehead into the wall, trying to outdo the pain that was taking over.

The control I’d cultivated evaporated into a dark ether. I hate everything. Not having her next to me I can’t find my center. There’s no more balance.

No one knows this side of me. I hide it but it’s been my constant companion for so long, maybe it cannot be extinguished.

I pondered my fate without her knowing I already needed her more than air.

The bricks on my shoulders multiplied until I almost crumbled to the floor, weighted down, needing to go find her. What if she was hurt? What if something happened?

Even though in my logical mind, I knew I’d find her because for fuck sake, she’s family now, but that didn’t matter to the animal inside of me only she can calm.

Then, it dawned on me.

I should have fucked her.

Why did I wait? I could have taken her and bound her to me already. Her pussy milking my seed into her tiny, fresh body, then barricading the door so she couldn’t change her mind. Lashing a few of my ties together and securing her to the bed.

Why didn’t I do that? It’s necessary. She can’t be away from me.

I should have already gotten my dick stuffed inside her then explained to her how this is going to go from now on.

I bolted around the room, kicking shit all over, then tugged a fresh suit from the closet, getting dressed like a madman before lunging to the desk for my phone and wallet where I should have fucking looked in the first place.

There, on a crisp white piece of hotel stationery, was her note.

I went to get my stuff packed. See you at breakfast. And, just so there’s no awkwardness, I know that we were both drinking a little. Well, me a lot, and I understand sometimes, at weddings especially, things can get…out of hand? Let’s just be honest. This is a bit unconventional and I get it if we need to have a do over and go back to being like normal in-laws barely tolerating one another. :) Kidding, I don’t think I could do that.

From there, I thought the day would improve, but fuck if the wedding was a damn mess, our family farewell breakfast was worse.

Stacie and Martin were way hungover and day-old, barking at the wait staff and each other the entire meal.

I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I wanted to slap my sister and take Milly’s dad out for a man to man, but more than that, I just wanted to get the fuck out of there with Milly and solidify what I already know.

She was meant for me.

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