"Justice," she whispers, tears filling her eyes.
"Some days, I think you're the only thing keeping me from turning into him again," I admit. "I'm worried as hell that something will happen to her out there and I'll end up losing myself and both of you. The only way I survive is with you."
She unsnaps her seatbelt and crawls across the console into my lap. Her arms go around my neck as she burrows in as if she intends to fuse us into one being. I hold her just as tightly. And for the first time since Ainsley called, the anxiety quiets, allowing me to breathe. I fill my lungs full of Milan, allowing her vanilla cinnamon scent to soothe the raw places inside.
"You're a good man, Justice," she whispers. "The fact that you don't want to be that person again is proof of that. I know you, and I know that you won't allow yourself to be him again."
"And if you're wrong?"
"I'm not," she says without hesitation. "If you can't trust yourself, trust me. You're my daddy. You would never do anything to hurt me, and losing you would hurt me, Justice. It would break me. I love you so much. So you have to let it go because I'm not going to give you up and I'm not going to let you turn into that man again."
"Fuck," I whisper, my hands locking on her hips as she straddles me. "Say that again."
"I'm not going to let you turn into that man again."
"The other part," I growl.
"I love you." She rests her forehead against mine. "I love you. I love you. I love you so damn much, Justice Foster."
"Fuck," I whisper again, her words washing through me in a flow of warmth, of light. They flood into those dark places inside, lighting them up like the sun. And I realize she's right. I won't become that man again when doing so would jeopardize what I have here with her. The man I used to be…he's strong. But her daddy is stronger. He has something to fight for. Someone to live for. Not a fucking thing in this world will take me from her.
I tip her head back as she whispers over and over that she loves me. Her lips part to say it again and I swoop, crashing my mouth down on hers and then licking inside. I kiss her hard and deep, pouring my entire soul into her.
She gives hers right back to me, kissing me with so much heat I feel it liquefying my veins. My dick pulses, pressing against my zipper in his quest to get to her.
"Daddy," she whimpers, writhing on my lap and clawing at the fly of my pants, desperate to be connected again.
She isn't the only one. I need in her more than I need my next breath.
I feel for the lever to move the seat back, giving us room. It's not much, but it's enough. We work together to free my cock and get her pants and panties off of her. And then I'm inside her, thrusting deep.
We cry out in unison, reveling in that first deep thrust, the one that joins us like we were made to be. She leans back against the steering wheel, her hands on my shoulders to give her leverage. She rides me then, bouncing on my lap and crying out my name.
I grip her hips, helping to lift her up and down my cock. My eyes never leave her face, as enraptured by her as ever. Her baby blues are dark and dazed, her lips parted. She's resplendent, so fucking beautiful she takes my breath away all over again.
"I love you," I whisper as her inner walls begin to flutter and her cries become louder, her movements more frantic.
She comes hard, her little cunt locking down on my cock so hard it hurts.
"I love you, daddy!" she cries.
Those four words pull me over the edge with her. I yank her down on me and hold her there, coming with a roar. She rides me through it, milking my cock until my cum drips down her thighs, making a mess of both of us. And then she slumps against my chest, her face pressed against my throat, trembling, wrecked. Beautiful.
"Daddy," she whispers.
"You own me, baby girl," I murmur into her hair. "Mind, body, heart, and soul."
"Damn right I do," she mumbles back.
And just that easily, the man I was a decade ago loses his grip and falls silent, tamed by a wild little princess with a warrior's soul, and a daddy who would walk through hell for her.