Nothing stuck in my head. I had a million fragments of images, memories, scents, and wants rushing and swirling before my eyes, pulling me under while Daddy chased his orgasm in my ass.
My own orgasm was painful. Like forcing down the best candy in the world when I had a sore throat. Daddy smeared the come over my cock, and I felt him trembling underneath me. His teeth scraped against my neck, his groan came from deep within, and I collapsed just before he did.
Harsh breaths and whimpers escaped me, filling the silence. Tears kept rolling down.
And the peace that swept through me…was indescribable.
I couldn’t stop shuddering either.
The amount of cuddles I required now couldn’t be measured.
“I’m not letting you go, sweetheart.” He kissed my neck softly, breathing just as heavily as me. “Let it all out.”
I nodded. My body listened. The first sob came, then the second and the third. What an emotional day.
“It’s been a lot today,” I cried.
“Way too much.” He hugged me to him. “I will earn your trust, Noa. I promise you that. I’m never leaving you again.”
I sniffled and wiped at my cheeks. “I’ll cut off your balls.”
“I’ll let you.”
With a little bit of maneuvering, he repositioned us so we could spoon on the sofa. I reached for a throw pillow that we could share, and he lifted his legs carefully, seemingly adamant about not letting his cock slip out of my butt. Then he fanned out his shirt over us and said the first guests would start to leave any moment.
I doubted he was modest, Lord knew I wasn’t, but a sliver of privacy was definitely high on the list right now.
CHAPTER 6
Noa Hayles
By the time four members had left the house to go home, I was done with having my peace interrupted. So I shook my butt, and Daddy’s cock slipped out. Then I rolled over to face him instead, and he brought me impossibly closer and adjusted his shirt over me.
He let out a sigh. “Do you want to know how I planned for this evening to go?”
I nodded and closed my eyes. “You mean after you hid in Lucian’s cabin?”
He rumbled a low chuckle. “Yes, after that. After a few hours of muttering to myself and swearing up a storm about what an idiot I’ve been.”
I giggled sleepily. Oops, bad time to giggle if I wanted to keep Daddy’s come in my butt.
“I was going to march into the club area and watch the demo,” he murmured. “Then I’d planned on making myself available for aftercare, where I could beg for forgiveness and ask if you’d be willing to have dinner with me in the city soon. You know, in a civilized manner.”
I grinned and scratched a finger against his chest. “You’re funny. Civilized manner—oh, snoozefest!”
He exhaled a laugh. “It would’ve been the right thing.”
I scrunched my nose, and now I had to look up at him. “If the right thing feels wrong, is it really right?”
He smiled softly and touched my cheek. “I see your point, but it wouldn’t feel wrong to have dinner with you in the city.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.” I scowled playfully.
“I do know.” He bumped our foreheads together. “The wrong thing tonight felt awfully right.”
It did. That’s what I meant. “So right. Sometimes, we need to talk less and just bang it out instead.”
He found that funny. “God, I’ve missed you, Noa.”
Me too. I smiled, satisfied, and snuggled into his embrace again.
I knew things were still up in the air. I’d missed three years of his life, three years where a lot had happened to him. And with him. I wanted every detail—and I’d get each one. But I had patience for that. I had patience for everything that revolved around talking and learning stuff. What I had less patience for was getting my people together. As KC’s chest hair rasped deliciously against my body, I missed the opposite behind me. I missed Cameron. I wanted him holding me from behind.
I scratched the corner of my mouth, wondering where Lucian would fit into the picture.
Eh, he’d have to be Cameron’s big spoon. Preferably in the same bed.
Whoa…imagine, the four of us…? The fun we could have! Like a big, dirty family.
Daddy kissed the top of my head. “I want to be what you need from me. I want to make you happy.”
“Just be with me,” I yawned.
He hummed quietly. “I go to therapy two days a week, physical therapy every day, and I haven’t opened myself up to a lasting relationship for fear I wouldn’t handle the pressure well. I’ve also harbored inappropriate feelings toward my stepson, and he may have opened the floodgates when he kissed me, but my feelings had been building for some time. I’ve just been wonderful at denial. Last but not least, I will never walk properly again.”