“Tell me what you want, Lottie.”
The words barely came out. “You. I want you.”
He kissed me, rougher than before, not asking this time. He slid his hands over my hips, my waist, cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers until I whimpered. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. Every touch, every sound, every second was for me.
He grabbed the condom off the nightstand without breaking the kiss. One-handed, he rolled it on, barely pausing, and slicked himself with lube. He spread my legs and knelt between them, cock thick and heavy. He lined himself up, hand steady on my thigh, and the head of his cock nudged me open. I stared at him—I couldn’t not. The look in his eyes was wild, dark, but it was all for me. Walker braced his hands on either side of my hips, and I couldn’t stop shaking. Not from fear. From how much I wanted it.
He pushed in, letting me feel every inch. The stretch was sharp at first, but not bad, not scary, just so much. I gasped, my breath catching in my chest, and he froze.
“You okay?” His voice was rougher than I’d ever heard.
“Yeah,” I whispered. Didn’t even recognize my own voice. “Want more.”
He groaned. “You’re unreal, Lottie. You know that?” He rolled his hips, just a little, pushing deeper. The fullness was overwhelming. My body squeezed tight around him and I whimpered, grabbing at his arms. He held me there, thick and hot inside me, not moving except for the tremor in his muscles where he was holding back.
“You sure?” He bit out the words. I nodded, frantic, eyes burning.
He started moving. Not fast at first, just a smooth push and pull, and it was perfect. The friction, the fullness, the way he held me open, hips braced so wide I couldn’t move unless he let me. I wanted him to take it, all of it, wanted him to ruin me.
He read it on my face, because his hands tightened and he slammed in deeper. I squeaked. God, I couldn’t help it. His cock felt huge inside me, impossible, but my body just kept taking it, desperate for more.
“That’s it, princess. Relax. Just let Daddy do it.” His mouth was right on my ear, and the words shivered down my spine. I collapsed back on the sheets and he followed, hips rocking, rhythm building until the mattress creaked under us.
Every thrust made my stomach clench, heat fluttering everywhere, especially where we were joined. He watched me the whole time, never looking away, like he needed to see every second. Every time I made a sound, his cock jerked inside me. It was like he needed this, needed me, as badly as I needed him.
I dug my nails into his back, desperate, but he just took it, locking me down with his weight. His hand moved between us, found my clit, circled lazily- at first, then rougher as I whimpered. “Want you to come for me, Lottie. Need to feel you lose it around me.” The command in his voice hit as hard as the touch. My body tensed, thighs shaking, everything winding tighter.
He didn’t stop. He thrust deep and hard, grinding into the spot that made my whole world go white, and his hand worked my clit with brutal, perfect pressure. “You’re right there,” he grunted. “Let go. Daddy’s got you.”
I shattered. It was like a bomb went off inside me. My body clamped down on his cock, milking him, and he shouted out his own release. As the aftershocks subsided and I basked in the knowledge I was loved, truly loved, I knew his words had never been more perfect.
“Let go. Daddy’s got you.”
Chapter eighteen
Walker
I barely got Lottie settled on the couch after lunch with her favorite blanket before the doorbell rang.
She tensed, but I just squeezed her hand and went to answer it. I was ready for the team, but nothing could have prepared me for the scene that exploded into my living room.
Balloons everywhere. Streamers. Confetti. Abby barreled in first, blue braids bouncing, arms full of wrapped presents and something that looked like a unicorn. Gideon followed, dignified as hell but carrying bakery boxes stacked so high I was convinced he’d drop it. Maddox and Clare weren’t far behind, and Emily and Dion brought up the rear with what looked like a stuffed animal bigger than Lottie.
“Is she awake?” Abby blurted, eyes huge. “Can we go in?”
Clare didn’t wait for permission. She just ducked around me, grinning, and pounced on the couch right next to Lottie and introduced herself. Mr. Snuggles got a hug too.
“Happy birthday!” Clare’s voice was a squeal. The noise was instant. Laughter, shouts, happy birthday sung so loudly the windows shook.
Lottie looked stunned. Absolutely poleaxed. She stared at the pile of gifts, the balloons, the utter chaos, and her eyes filled up so quickly I thought we’d have to mop her off the floor.
I saw the moment it hit her that this was all for her. That she wasn’t invisible. That she was wanted.
I sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap, just to anchor her. Her hands shook but she didn’t hide. She let Abby fuss with her hair, let Clare wedge the massive bunny on her other side, let the girls be excited. I could see her breathing through it, and every time I touched her, she calmed down, just a little.
Vera and Fiona showed up ten minutes later, loaded with food. Vera winked at me. “We made the cake you ordered, but I did the cupcakes for the Littles.” She set out platters of food on the kitchen counter, and then walked over to Lottie. “You need anything, love-bug, you come see me. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning.”
Vera was a force of nature. She patted Lottie’s shoulder, then fixed her with a look that brooked no argument. “Plenty of food, plenty of water. And you get the special cupcake.”
