Daddy's Little Warrior (Daddy 13)

“Good.”

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Ryker said.

“Yes, she is. There’s no place on earth better than being inside my woman.”

She felt tears sting her eyes at the love that shone from Drake’s eyes.

“I’m in.”

The three groaned and took a moment to savor the feeling of closeness.

“I’m not going to last,” Ryker said.

“Me, either, and from the look on her face, she won’t either. Start moving.”

“You got it.”

The world faded as all her attention centered on the men see-sawing in and out of her body. The building pressure was getting to be more than she could take, but she still begged for more.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Drake growled. “Come, love. We’ve got you.”

“It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not. Just hang on to me, love.”

Her nails dug deeper, making him hiss, but she didn’t hear him. She screamed.

They both groaned as they felt her start to tighten on them, which pushed them to go faster and harder, throwing her over again and then following close behind.

When the wave of desire passed, it left all three panting and shaky.

She lay limp against Drake’s chest and concentrated on breathing because she didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

****

Drake felt Ryker pull out of her.

“I’ll go clean up and then help with her.”

Drake nodded, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her. She whimpered when his cock slid out of her.

“It’s all right, love. Just rest.”

He couldn’t get over the fear that he’d almost lost her. Goddamn.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Never leave me. I’ll die if you do.”

She murmured the word never, pressed a kiss to his chest, and then fell asleep.

Drake opened his eyes when the bathroom door opened, and Ryker walked out wearing a towel and carrying a washcloth.

Ryker chuckled. “You haven’t moved.”

“I don’t think I can.”

Drake felt Ryker clean off Aisha. When he was done, Drake pulled them both up the mattress until their heads were on the pillow. He watched Ryker get dressed.

“Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Ryker said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done.”

“I can’t believe I almost…”

“But you didn’t,” Ryker interrupted him. “Stop thinking about it because it will never happen again.”

“You’re goddamn right it won’t,” Drake said.

“Do you need me for anything else?” Ryker said as he tucked his shirt into his pants.

“No. Not right now. Just get in touch when you hear anything about her cousin and aunt.”

“You got it. They’re on their way. I just hope there’s not a lot of red tape they have to deal with.”

“Fuck, I hate that shit.”

“I’ve got some men with them to help and protect them, but I’m thinking about heading there tomorrow and see if I can’t hurry things along.”

“I’d appreciate it. I want her tied to me in every possible way.”

“Well, if she’s not on birth control, you could have a baby on the way.”

Drake rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Yes, I’ve been hoping she is pregnant.”

“How does she feel about it?”

“She wants kids as bad as I do.”

“Good. You’ll both be great parents.”

“Someday, you’ll have this too.”

“I hope so. I’ll see you later.”

Drake hated to see the look of despair on his friend’s face and wanted to call him back to ask him about it but decided Ryker would tell him when he was ready.

He pressed his lips against the top of her head. “I love you so much, baby.”

He loved how she sighed and snuggled against him because even asleep, she was attuned to him.

His eyes started to droop, and he gave one last prayer before he fell asleep.