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Shifting in her sleep, I notice her breathing quicken and her face twist.
A final clap of thunder overhead has her eyes darting open wide as she sits up, clutching her chest and gasping with fear.
“I’m here, I’m here,” I murmur, moving quickly to take hold of her.
“What’re you doing all the way over there?” she asks, realizing she’s had a bad dream.
I hold her close, and shifting myself, I lay down next to her, whispering in her ear that she has to sleep now.
Even though my arousal digging into her back might be sending a different signal.
She sleeps, though, humming to herself and shifting her rear end back onto my dick, making us both moan with pleasure.
God, I….
Shit. I can’t even say it in my head, let alone out loud.
Those three words I know I’ve never heard once. Only when my Papa spoke of me in the third person.
“Loving you like my son…,” that kind of thing.
Even though I am his damned son, he’s never said it, and mom left way before I was old enough to remember if she ever told me.
But I do….
I mean. Those words.
I do with Jasmine.
Ah, shit, who am I kidding? I’ve got a long way to go before I can put anything into words that’ll make sense.
At least I know she’s mine now. And she’s got me, for good.
It’s gonna be a fresh start, alright, and as much as a case of money is, it’ll need to be put to work to make us even more.
No woman of mine is going to worry about money, a place to live, or the finer things.
I’m used to those things myself, come to think of it.
I feel a little stab of remorse for all those pretty things that cost a fortune that I guess I secretly do enjoy more than I thought.
But none of it compares to Jasmine, and she’s worth a million cars or watches, or any of it.
She’s priceless, and as the night shifts into the early gray dawn of day, I finally relax.
I think it’s the first time in my entire life I’ve actually felt so loose, so like myself.
A self I’ve never really had a chance to consider until tonight.
Hell, if the sign on the gate didn’t say any different, I’d swear we were right at home already.
But we can’t stay here. Not for much longer.
Part of keeping anyone missing involves moving them, and in this case, it means both of us because there’s no way I’m bringing Jasmine back to my father.
It’ll only be a matter of time before he learns the real Maria Portello has fled.
Something I’m sure Portello will hold him to account for, even if he had nothing to do with her leaving.
