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That’s when I lose myself completely.
“Take Daddy’s cock so good, baby,” I grit out as I fuck her tight, wet hole. Birdie’s eyes snap open, looking up at me with shock.
“You like that?” I ask her as I throw one of her legs over my shoulder. She opens for me instinctually as she reaches up to. “Like being Daddy’s baby?”
She pulls me down for a kiss, hissing as the motion makes her bend, letting me fuck her even deeper.
“Yes,” she keens against me. “Close—oh god—Daddy!”
I watch as her body pulls tight underneath me, her back arching as she clenches around my cock. Her lips part in a silent scream as the wave of her orgasm crashes over her.
And I’m not far behind her. The sensation of her pussy pulsing around my cock pushes me over the edge. With a snarl, I spill inside her, pumping my cock against her walls until ever single drop of my seed has filled her.
My ears are ringing when I drop next to Birdie on the bed. She curls into my side as I pull her close, rubbing her back as she trembles with the aftershocks of her release. She places her head on my chest, just above my hammering heart. Our heavy breaths are the only thing I can hear as my mind begins to clear from the haze of need.
“My neighbors are going to hate me for this,” she whispers, lifting a finger to trace circles into the skin of my chest.
“I doubt anyone could ever hate you,” I say truthfully.
Long seconds tick by as she processes my words.
I don’t ask why she doesn’t respond to me. It’s not something she’s ready to talk about, whatever she’s thinking. I don’t need to know the whole story to know that she’s easy to love. I lean down and brush my lips against her temple before pushing up clambering out of the bed. When I locate her bathroom, I leave and come back with a warm washcloth to help us start getting cleaned up.
Her cheeks turn a pretty crimson when I run the washcloth over her inner thighs, wiping away the sweat and cum before returning to the bathroom to do the same to myself. I don’t stay gone for long—thankfully, the need to hold her close helps speed up the process.
She’s back in my arms the second I climb back into her bed. She nestles against me as I pull the covers up and over us, and soon after, her breaths become soft and even as she begins to doze off in my arms.
My vision clouds as I realize I’ve already gained her trust, and in a shorter time than I expected. She’s mine. And I protect what’s mine.
Now I just need to get to the bottom of whatever’s got her trying to pull away.
Chapter Five
Birdie
I’m pretty sure we’re doing things backwards.
I mean, it’s not like I know much about dating, but I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to go quite like this.
It’s been a few days since we were supposed to have our date, since I learned just what I’ve been missing when it comes to being with someone. Instead of leaving like I thought he would, Ethan hasn’t left. He even called his assistant to bring him a bag the morning after we’d made a mess of my bedroom. I didn’t even know he had an assistant.
I have to be honest—even though we’re doing things in the wrong order, I haven’t thought of asking him to leave once.
I never expected to like having him around this much. He’s meshed into my life (and Baxter’s) as if he was always meant to be here. Sure, he says it’s convenient to stay with me like this, especially considering he works right next door at the construction site, but still. I enjoy seeing him walk in my door at the end of his workday far too much, and it feels far too natural.
Is it normal to be this attached this soon?
Maybe it’s the scare I had a few days ago. He makes me feel safe and wanted in all the right ways, so maybe I’m letting him stay because I feel like he’ll be able to protect me somehow.
The more I think about that, the more I realize how unfair that is to him. I haven’t even told him that my father is the reason I was so upset, let alone that he could come knocking at any moment to try to drag me back to Romania. To rely on his presence as a source of comfort like I am feels misleading, even though I love having him around regardless of the reasons. It makes me feel like I’m using him somehow.
It's not like he’s asked about it either, though I know he’s still wondering about it. He’d witnessed me shoving the box with the scarf my father had sent me in the trash, but he’d asked nothing. Sometimes, I catch him giving me thoughtful looks, as if he’s trying to put together the puzzle. And yet, he remains quiet about his curiosity.
I’m fine with that. I’m worried that he’ll leave as soon as he finds out about my connection with organized crime. It’d break me. And even though it feels to soon to feel like it’d destroy me, I can’t help it. I’m hopelessly attached to him, and each day, these feelings multiply.
Every night as I fall asleep in his arms, I think about telling him the truth. Every night, I talk myself out of it. There are too many unknowns. How would he react? Would he leave? Would he endanger himself by sticking around?
It’s all too much, and I always chicken out. I freeze every time. I care too much about him to want to risk hurting him, and yet I’m too selfish to tell him the truth in hopes of protecting him.
