“Yup,” I groan, kissing Pepper’s forehead. “He’s also the one that came to the house the other day. I should’ve thought of that before now. He used the bathroom while he was at the lake house. I’m sure he grabbed the ring then,” I glance down at the message and sigh loudly, “because apparently, he was afraid I was going to do something stupid.” I blow out a heavy breath and stare toward my girl. “Anyway, the doctor said your mom is going to need a place to recover or she’ll need to move into a rehab facility here in the Springs.”
“Rehab,” Pepper’s voice tightens, “like a nursing home an hour away from the house?”
“It’s that,” I brush my hand back through my hair and stare down at my princess, “or I renovate one of the empty buildings out at the farm for her. If I get the guys to help, I could have it done in a few weeks. Until then, she can stay in the downstairs bedroom at the farmhouse with us. The accessibility isn’t as great, but I think we can make it work.”
“With us?”
I nod slowly. “With us. You’re mine, baby girl. We talked about this.”
A slow grin lifts her cheeks before she crashes into my chest, warm and soft. “What if we’re crazy, and this doesn’t work out? You’ll be constantly moving my entire family in and out of your house. I don’t want—”
“Youaremy family. I knew that the second I took you from Nathan.” My eyes lock on hers as I speak, my heart desperate for her to believe every word I’m saying. “You’re mine, baby girl. You belong to me.”
She swallows hard, her fingers curled up in the fabric of my shirt. “You’ve only really known me for a couple of weeks, and—”
I shake my head and brush my thumb across her cheek to quiet the spiral that’s forming. “Time doesn’t decide what’s real. We do. When I look at you, I know there’s no way in hell I could ever let you go out into the world again without me. You’re my baby, and I’ll take care of you always.”
She tips up onto her toes and leans into my lips, soft and gentle, the scent of flowers on her skin. I couldn’t tell you which ones. All I know is that it’s a sweet smell, a lot like her.
My girl. My baby. The one thing in this world I’ll protect over everything else.It’s a soft moment, romantic even. I should keep it that way.Everything is turning up roses. Hell, I even saw a message from Nathan’s lawyer offering a payout in exchange for the voice message I recorded this afternoon in the driveway. Who knows how much the payout’s for, but the fact that he’s desperate to negotiate is enough for me.
Life couldn’t get any better, so I shouldn’t push it, and I know for sure I shouldn’t give in to the yearning urge that’s stirring in my jeans. I’m certain I shouldn’t tuck my girl into thecafeteria pantry and drive my cock into her until my balls stop aching again.
I shouldn’t because it’s wrong.
We’re in a public space. A hospital. Anyone could open the door and see us. Anyone could hear her moaning and hear me grunting. Anyone could turn us in and have us banned. Hell, anyone could probably call the cops for the second time in as many days.
I stare down at her heavy tits, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of my oversized T-shirt she’s wearing like a dress, her dark hair laying silky and soft on her shoulders, as her pink lips rest parted.
Heat coils low in my chest, and though I know I should restrain myself, a sharp heavy instinct to take her washes over me.
My pulse kicks, my breath shortens, and suddenly, we’re the only two people in the building.
I need to fuck her!
I need to fill her up!
I need her to know she’s mine!
Heat presses behind my ribs, and without thinking, I lift her onto my shoulder and carry her to the closet at the left side of the cafeteria, shutting it tight by sliding half the storage shelf in front of the door so it’s harder to open.
There aren’t too many people down here tonight, but the few that are present gasp, and I’m sure it won’t be long before someone’s banging on the door, thinking this sweet, little angel is in danger.
Jesus Christ. I’m pretty sure they lock men like me away.
“Daddy needs that pussy, baby girl. He needs it fast.”
She nods once, her eyes glassing over, the scent of her arousal in the small room making me dizzy.
“Sit on that box for Daddy.” I point toward two large boxes stacked on top of one another, and she obeys, climbing up into position.
I slide her to the edge, resting her legs on my shoulders as I unzip my jeans, pull out my cock, and slip into my baby’s tight hole.
“Fuck,” I growl, thrusting into her over and over again as I watch her long hair slip off the back of the cardboard box, her full lips parted, her tits swaying back and forth.
“Oh God,” she moans softly as I continue to thrust, my thumb finding her swollen clit to circle as I fuck whatever innocence was left out of her.
“Good girl. Moan for Daddy. He needs to come.” Goddamn, I’m an animal. My brain is straight fucking static, drowning out all reason. The only thing left is this instinct to fuck, fill her, make sure she knows where she belongs.
