He smiles and nods, then lifts his chin toward the car. “Ready to go home to your girl?”
Ready doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Jordyn givesme a brief hug as she walks out of Quinn’s apartment, but she doesn’t waste my time with small talk. I have somewhere to be, and that’s with my girl.
I dismiss Roman and wait until the elevator doors close before I step inside. As soon as I do, her scent hits me like a tidal wave.
I’m home.
Every nerve and cell in my body comes to attention, and my cock aches.
Strawberries and everything her.
My sweet sunshine.
God, I’ve missed her.
I just hope she feels the same way for me now.
That she still loves me.
And that she still wants me to be her Daddy.
Every day for the past month, those thoughts have run through my mind. It’s possible I’ve already tarnished what we had. I wouldn’t blame Quinn if she doesn’t want to give me a second chance. I just hope like hell that she’s ready to have a stalker for the rest of her life if she doesn’t want me, because I’m not going anywhere. She’s mine.
Nothing has changed in her apartment since I left, so it’s easy to navigate to her bedroom. The chair I used to sit in is empty, and she’s curled up under the blankets, snoring softly. I want to go to her, to wake her up and kiss her, but Cash said her sleep has been terrible, and she’s been too pale for his liking, so I’ll watch her until she wakes on her own.
The string of twinkle lights over the head of her bed is on, giving just enough of a glow so I can watch her face as she sleeps. Every so often, she lets out a soft little sigh, or her mouth twitches like she’s trying to smile. I hope like hell she’s dreaming of something happy.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but I soak in every second of it until suddenly her breathing changes and I know she’s awake.
Then she suddenly sits up and blinks several times. “Daddy.”
A lump the size of a baseball lodges in my throat, and my eyes start to burn.
My girl.
My sunshine.
“I missed you so fucking much, baby girl,” I say roughly.
Before I finish my sentence, Quinn is out from under the blankets, crawling toward the end of the bed. Then she practically lunges at me in the chair, wrapping herself around me as she sobs. And now, I know deep within me that everything is going to be okay.
My world is right again.
She hasn’t leftmy lap all day. We’ve stayed in this chair, holding each other and talking, my cock lodged inside her pussy for a better part of it all. It’s fucking perfection.Sheis perfection.
My sunshine.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.
Her cheeks go pink, and I roll my hips against her, her heavy breasts shaking and begging for attention. I close my mouth over one of her nipples, and she whimpers at first like it hurts, but then it turns into a soft moan while she throws her head back and comes for me. Again. And I go right along with her, not even caring that we’re not using a condom.
I spent a month without my girl. It was the worst kind of torture. I want to be as close as possible to her for as long as she’ll put up with me.
“I love you,” she whispers, slumping against my chest, her head on my shoulder.
“I love you, too.” I stroke her naked back, my eyes closed as I focus on the moment instead of anything from the past. “Marry me.”
