Instantly I reached down for his obscenely long cock, placed it at my entrance and slammed down, taking him to the root.
He tipped his head back and groaned long and low then swatted my ass. “Show me how much you love my cock.”
So, I did.
I used my teeth and lips at his mouth and throat, my hands clasped for leverage over his good shoulder so I could buck, gyrate and roll over his straining shaft until his thighs were shaking his fingers were hard around my hips, urging me forward.
“Faster,” he demanded, slapping my ass with series of quick, stinging hits that spurred me on and broke me open.
I came all over his cock, my cunt clenching so hard it triggered his own orgasm as he groaned it into my mouth, kissing me until we both needed breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered into my damp chest, soothing a hand over my red ass.
I hummed my agreement, lazy with satisfaction, completely content to know that I was safe with my man, my dad was sleeping in the other room and I’d see my family later that day. It felt worth it, every single thing I’d had to go through to get to that moment, and the feeling was so beautiful it bloomed like a prize rose in my chest.
“I’m quittin’ the force,” Danner said into the silence.
I jerked in shock then leaned back to look into his face. “Excuse me?”
His eyes were serious, but he bit the edge of a teasing grin. “Realized recently I’m not as good as I thought I was, and I’m okay with that. Besides, I want to move back to Entrance with you and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be on my father’s police force.”
“What’re you gonna do?” I asked, unable to conceive of any reality where Danner was not a cop.
He grinned and pushed my hair back behind one ear. “Gonna open a private investigations firm.”
Except for that. That suited him just fine.
“Oh my god, you’re going to be a killer P.I.,” I told him. “Will you fuck me over your desk?”
He laughed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Rosie. First, I need an office and a desk.”
“Right.”
We beamed at each other.
“I never really thought we’d get it,” I whispered, almost too afraid to say the word out loud.
“What, rebel?”
I looked into his jungle green eyes and let myself be vulnerable the way he’d taught me to do. “That we’d ever get our happy.”
His hand convulsed on my hips and his face softened. “Rosie.”
I shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but we both knew I was a liar.
“We’re gonna have our happy, I promise,” he swore. “Do you believe me?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his, my hand to his heart so my fingers rested lightly over the scar I’d given him in order to get us to this moment.
“Yeah, Lion, I believe you,” I whispered into his mouth.
And I did.
We were eating cereal in the kitchen when Dad came barreling in, his eyes huge, his hair a mess around his smiling face.
“My babies are fuckin’ comin’!” he roared triumphantly. “Fuckin’ fuck yeah!”
Danner and I laughed at him, his joy infectious.
“Congratulations, Garro,” my man called to my father.
Dad’s face warmed slightly as he stared at me standing between my man’s legs at the bar where we were eating.
“Call me Zeus,” he said.
My heart warmed with the beauty of that gift and I felt Danner stiffen then soften around him as he realized it.
“Now get your asses in gear, we gotta get to the fuckin’ hospital,” he yelled before disappearing down the hall again.
Danner gave me a bemused look. “Guess we better get dressed.”
I laughed, feeling more carefree than it felt I ever had before.
Dad took his bike to the hospital and we followed in Danner’s Mustang. We didn’t talk as he drove. Instead, I made a playlist of songs for our love story and played it for him all the way to Entrance. When we parked, Danner turned to me to take my head in his hands and kissed me, long, slow and savory.
“Wouldn’t change a fucking moment with you, it brought us here,” he told me as his thumbs rubbed over my cheeks.
“Even the part where I stabbed you?” I asked without even trying to hold back my smile.
“Nothing,” he said so fiercely that my humor fell away. “Not one fucking second.”
I kissed him this time, quick, hard and sweet.
A knock at the window had us jerking apart, but I scowled at the sight of Dad leaning down to scowl at us.
“Make out on your own fuckin’ time, my babies are ’ere,” he ordered before turning and prowling through the front doors of the hospital.
We followed him in and up the elevators to the maternity ward. I’d never seen Dad so hyped up, his eyes electric and his body restless, rolling and moving like a fighter going into the ring.