He takes his glasses off, lays them on his name badge, and then pats his lap. I climb up into his arms and my stomach rumbles as I really get a whiff of whatever it is he brought me.
He kisses me, then reaches over with his bare fingers, breaks off a piece of egg foo young, dredges it in the small container ofgravy, and brings it toward my mouth.
I open automatically, my stomach now almost painfully growling.
Iswear, it hadn’t made so much as a goddamnedpeepin fuckingdays.
He makes me suck and lick the gravy off his fingers, then kisses me. “Good girl,” he whispers before feeding me another piece.
Only after he’s happy with how much I’ve eaten does he let me rest my head against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I tearfully whisper, afraid I’ve disappointed him, failed him.
He nuzzles my temple. “It’s okay, baby. No one can resist Orin’s. Best Chinese in the neighborhood. My old neighborhood.”
I realize he means Lauren’s, where he used to live with her.
“I’m not going to stay all night,” he adds. “I need a couple of nights still. I’ll come in day after tomorrow to start working again,but only if you promise to try to eat for me, okay?”
I can’t stop crying. “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried. I’ve tried in the mornings and I couldn’t. I’m sorry I’m not stronger.”
I’m the motherfucking Commander In Chief of the goddamned US military machine, and I’m bawling like a stupid baby.
I’m pathetic.
“Shh.” He tucks my head against his neck, so I can nuzzle the front of his throat, and he restshis chin on the top of my head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re all doing the best we can.”
When I first walked into his house that day, he was at rock bottom, broken, and it was Chris who truly picked him up and carried him, rebuilt him, made him stronger.
And now our positions are reversed.
“Are we okay, Sir?” I’m almost afraid to ask it.
“What do you mean?”
“Us. Areweokay?”
He tips mychin so I can look him in the eyes. “I love you, baby, and I love Sir. I’m not going anywhere.” His gaze searches my face for a moment. “I have a feeling they’re not going to catch the fucker who did this, and…I’m not handling it well. Doesn’t help that everyone and their fucking brother is sending me the links to my dad’s stupid speech on the House floor. I feel…guilty. I offered to get a car anddriver to taker her, and she said no. I offered to go with her, because I knew she was going to stop by the damn store, and she told me she was fine. She walked back and forth to that store all the time. So did I. I wish I’d gone with her, but I also realize if I had, maybe we’d both be dead.”
He strokes my cheek. “And who’s going to make you eat if I’m not here? Because Chris sure as fuck failed.”A lopsided smirk quirks his lips, and I kiss him.
“Does he know you’re here?”
“I told him. He’s going to come with me for a couple of hours when I leave.”
I don’t exactly know how we got into the configuration, but after a moment I’m riding his cock, kissing him, feeling his hands squeezing my ass and not even caring if I get off.
I just want him to be part of me for a while.
His soft gaspas he comes inside me settles my mind, sets me at ease, and I snuggle there with him going soft inside me.
I don’t care that I don’t get over. That’s not what this is about.
After a couple of minutes he kisses me, then pats me on the ass to get me moving. “I’m going to send this upstairs with you. I want you to eat a little for breakfast, okay?” He reaches out and touches my chin. “Close youreyes, think about me feeding you, about you being my good girl, and eat a little. All right?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” I know I can. He broke my fast—no, I don’t understand it, either—and I want to be his good girl.
After I get dressed, and he’s washed his hands and packed the food, he actually holds my hand as he walks me back to the main stairs, where Christopher is coming down, dressed in jeansand a leather jacket.
