My dad places me on the ground, and my mom comes in for her hug.
“Have you been having fun?” She pulls back, cupping my face in her hands. “Just like your father, you needed some adventure.”
“She doesn’t need adventure,” my dad says from behind her, making my mom turn to look at him. With her one look, he stops talking. I know the look she gave him. It’s not a hard glare like my father’s, it’s the one filled with love that makes us melt and do whatever she asks.
“Is he, like, going to kill us all?” Jeanette asks from behind me.
My mom tilts her head and looks at her. “No, because without you two, he wouldn’t have his daughter in the first place.”
“Is this the family I’ve heard you talk about, Mom?” I ask. I know the story of my mom and dad. It’s a story my mom loves to tell. How she knew my dad was watching her, but he’d never make a move. So she disappeared, knowing he’d come and find her. And he did with the help of a man named Saint and his friend Carter. To this day my mom still giggles about the story of giving my dad the slip. How my dad went from hard as stone to soft as cookie dough for her when he finally found her.
“What are you talking about, kitten?”
“My dad reached out to you to find me on purpose. He knows your family. I’m guessing he didn’t count on you trying to keep me.”
Samuel pulls me back into his arms, locking them around me again. “There is no trying.” His words are firm, and gone is any sign of his usual humor.
My dad stares at him, and I know Samuel is probably just staring back.
“You asked me to find her, and I did. Here she is. She’s safe and sound, and that’s how she’ll stay with me.”
My dad goes to take a step towards us, but my mom puts a hand on his arm. He stops instantly at her touch, my mom able to help him see reason.
“Don’t make us lose her. You’re pushing so hard because you think someone is going to hurt her. There isn’t anyone anymore, sweetheart. No one is after us, and if you keep pushing we’ll lose her because she’ll just keep running from us.”
“It’s hard to let go,” he says, looking down at my mom, and I know what he means. My mom said my dad spent so many years never feeling anything that when he felt for the first time with her it was like a floodgate opened. He latched onto her so tightly, and with me it was worse. He’s never loved anything before us, and he’s scared to lose it and go back to what he used to be—an unfeeling person. I just wish he’d see that if he let me go, he’d actually have me.
“I know. But it’s time. You’ve given her everything you wanted. You even turned her into a mini you. I think she’ll be okay.
The room goes eerily quiet, no one wanting to speak after that.
My dad looks over my shoulder, locking eyes with Samuel. “You’ll protect her?”
“With my very life, but to be honest she’s pretty good at protecting herself. If my busted lip isn’t a sign of that, I’m not sure what is.”
My dad looks down at me and finally smiles. He raises an eyebrow, and he looks almost proud.
Cherry pops her head out from behind Carter’s back. “Am I getting two grandbabies now?” She has such a hopeful look on her face I can’t help but laugh.
“Lays We almost just died and you’re thinking about babies.” Jeanette picks up a pen and throws it at her.
“I want more girls. You stole them all!” Cherry whines, and Carter rolls his eyes.
Jeanette walks over to the bar and grabs a drink. “Let it go, Lays. Let. It. Go. It’s been over twenty years already.” Cherry glares, but Jeanette just flips her middle finger at her.
“So who wants a drink?” Saint goes over to the bar and starts passing out glasses.
I feel the cuff around my wrist loosen, and I look down to see Samuel take it off. “Happy Thanksgiving, kitten.”
When my wrist is free I throw myself at him, climbing up his body and holding him in a tight hug. I never dreamed that I could have everything I wanted all at once. This is by far more that I could’ve wished for.
“I love you, wife,” Samuel says, holding me and kissing my lips.
“I love you, muzh,” I whisper against his mouth, and the room goes silent again.
“What did you just call him?”
The sound of my mother’s shock echoes through the warehouse. I close my eyes and bury my face in Samuels’s neck. Looks like we’ve got our own story to tell.
Chapter 8
Samuel
Six months later…
“Why do you have to do this every time we go after a bounty?” Nika says breathlessly as she bounces up and down on my cock.
“Because I just need to reassure myself that everything is going to be okay, kitten. You don’t like it?”
We’re on the stairs of our condo in Vegas. The height difference between us has almost disappeared as she’s bent over and positioned two steps up from me. We moved into this place as soon as we left home, knowing Tony and Mary would want their own space just as much as we would.
I’ve got her jeans down just enough for me to get to her pussy, and my jeans are barely off my ass. This was meant to be a quickie, but I can’t get enough of her. I try to speed it up, hurriedly fucking before we need to go. We are both fully dressed other than where my cock and her pussy are going at it. I couldn’t be bothered to remove her clothes before. My need was too strong.
I look down and watch my thickness covered in her cream as it fucks in and out of her fast. Gripping her hips tighter, I pull her to me, using her body to jerk me off. I feel her tighten and squeeze around me as more of her cream spreads between us. She may complain about this, but it’s all a front. She loves when I grab her and take her, giving us both what we want.