Forever My Babygirl (Vegas Daddies)

We dine on paper bowls and chopsticks, sipping red wine from paper cups. Afterwards, everyone grabs a box, helping me unpack. A little after midnight, we’re done, my new home tidy and organized. Our guests leave and Rawley and I collapse onto the bed.

Mr. Whiskers and Baskins are at his place—I couldn’t bear to separate them and I’ll be working such long hours, my cat will be happier with the company. Rawley’s got his pet sitter booked for any night he wants to stay at mine.

Everything is working out perfectly. It makes me wonder, is this really so simple? Life shouldn’t be this easy. I feel on edge, if I’m honest.

Rawley’s lips find my ear, nibbling at my lobe. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay, here on your own?”

“Without my big strong daddy to protect me?” I tease, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to kiss my neck. “I’ll miss you, but yes, I’ll be fine.”

He runs the tip of his tongue from my earlobe to the base of my neck. “But won’t you miss your daddy?” His hand slides under my pajama pants, his fingers lazily dipping inside me.

I shiver and smile. “You know your babygirl is gonna miss you. But we’ll have our weekends.” Fuck. If he keeps touching me like this, I’m going to keep him prisoner here. I’ll never get away either. “God, that feels good.”

“Just know if you ever change your mind, I’m a phone call away. But this time, I’m paying someone to move you.” He pulls his fingers from me, finding my clit and circling it as he sucks and bites at my neck. “I’m so tired I don’t even think I can fuck.”

I freeze, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to meet my eye. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

He slides his finger in my mouth, the taste of my own arousal reaching my tongue. Only Rawley brings out this side of me, the side that craves his dominance. It makes me feel sexy, somehow. Wanted.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty drained, and knowing I’ve got to leave my babygirl here, all alone, I just don’t think I can manage.”

He moves even closer, and I can’t stop myself.

That’s it.

I slip my hands down his pants, reaching for his already hard cock. I tug at it, rubbing just the way he likes. “Are you sure you can’t be convinced?” I swallow, eager to taste him again. I sneak under the covers, pulling it from his sweats and slide the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

He gives a growl, grabbing my shoulders and pinning me to the bed. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, hard and wanting, a man ready to claim what’s his.

“You sure changed your mind fast,” I murmur between kisses.

“That’s a daddy’s prerogative.” He pushes our clothing away and slides his cock inside me. His body curves over mine, his hot wet kisses on my mouth as he slides a hand beneath my lower back, raising me to him. He takes me hard and deep and fast, making me hope for thick walls as I scream his name, making me come with the force of a tsunami, leaving me sweaty and panting, lying limp against the bed.

“Goodnight,” he brushes his lips over mine. “Emmeline Morrow.”

His words and his teasing smile enhance the warmth of my afterglow.

As I fall asleep in his arms, exhausted from the day, my body fully satisfied by him, I can’t help but wonder what he’s planning for the proposal, or if he’s even planning one at all.

I’m trying not to make assumptions, but still—he seems pretty eager to put a ring on it. I fall asleep with his words ringing in my mind.

Goodnight, Emmeline Morrow.

We spend Sunday lying around in bed, stalling, because when the clock strikes ten, Rawley’s going back to his place. My residency at the hospital begins Monday morning and we’ve agreed I need a good night of sleep.

But when he kisses me goodbye, as I find myself standing on my front stoop, watching his car pull away, I second guess my choice for a moment.

But then I sleep, on my own, and wake bright eyed, well-rested and ready to take on the world. Dressed in standard issue green scrubs and a ponytail, I head to the hospital. I track down Dr. Battaglia, the man I’ll be shadowing for my first few weeks, and introduce myself.

He gives me a long look over the dark frames of his glasses. “Hmm…the interns keep getting younger and younger, don’t they?”

Intern? I’ve got the letters M and D behind my name now. No matter, I won’t let a grump get me down. I give a shrug. “You’ve got to start somewhere, don’t you?”

He makes a hurmpf noise and turns, taking off down the hallway. I scurry to keep up. The day goes by in a blur, patient after patient flowing through the ER needing medical care. For the most part, I think I do well, but I do get some scrunched up faces, a mix of pain and uncertainty in their gazes as they look over my face.