“I need you, Daddy,” I whimper into his mouth.
Saint groans as he pulls away. “Strip while I do this,” he commands as he quickly pulls the mattress off the bed frame and onto the floor. “Lie down, sweetheart.”
I take off my clothes quicker than I ever have.
As I lie down on the mattress, he rids himself of his clothes, his cock springing free as his underwear falls to the floor. My mouth waters at the memory of his satin skin on my tongue.
“Not now, Mikelle. You can suck my cock another time. Right now, I’m making love to my girl.”
Saint kneels on the mattress and hovers over me, cupping my face and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips as he gently thrusts the head of his cock against my entrance, the head hitting my clit with each pass.
“Please, Saint. Let me feel you,” I beg shamelessly. “No condom. My last test was negative, and I have the implant.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in years. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.Please,Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
As he pushes inside me, the piece of myself I left in Cupid’s Cove settles back into place. My soul feels complete with the knowledge this soft, sweet, incredible man lovesme.
My emotions overwhelm me, and a tear slips down my cheek. Saint kisses the dampness away.
“Shh, don’t cry, Mikey. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
“I know. I love you.”
“Fuck, I love hearing those words from your pretty mouth. I love you, too. Till the end of forever. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
Saint’s thrusts are slow and deep, only pulling out enough to thrust in again. One of his thumbs rubs gentle circles on my clit as our lips meet over and over again. I clench around him, and he moans into my mouth. He thrusts harder, I moan into his. Our breaths intermingle, and sweat forms on our skin as our bodies and hearts come together as one. When I come, I whisper his name, and a few thrusts later, he’s spilling himself inside me.
Saint rolls so he’s lying next to me, his hand tracing lazy circles over my belly as we catch our breath. The anxiety fromearlier is still there, but it’s dimmed by the excitement of the prospects of my new life.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Then we can order dinner since you only have frozen meals and packaged dinners.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“No, there isn’t. But I want to take care of you. Let me feed you.”
It’s hard to argue with him when he sounds so sweet. “Okay.”
26
Mikey is just finishing up my van at the shop, and I’m in her apartment boxing up all of her books. I spent yesterday sitting on her couch with my laptop, doing administrative tasks for the business. Mikey said I couldn’t sit at the shop all day because I distract her.
I get it. She distracts me, too, even when she’s not here.
We’ve been sleeping on her mattress on the floor—barely big enough to fit both of us—and I can’t wait to have her back home in our bed.
I can’t wait to start our new life together.
I need to buy a ring.
Mikey probably can’t wear rings on the job, but she still deserves something pretty to wear when I take her out and show her off. I want to spoil her and treat her like the queen she is. She deserves to be taken care of after everything she’s been through, and I’m more than happy to be the one to do it.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, so I set the box of books down and pull it out to answer.
“Hey, Rubes, what’s up?”
