“The only one you’re going to get.”
The door to the garage apartment opens, and Eden walks down with a backpack slung over her shoulder.
“Dandy, I need you here tomorrow for dinner. We’ll talk this out.” He hugs his daughter and kisses her cheek.
I take the backpack from her and grasp her hand.
The moment I get her inside the house, I push her to the wall and kiss her like I’ve been dreaming of all day. I slide my hand up her scrubs and cup her breast.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper in her mouth. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”
She takes off her shoes while I lift the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. I help her pull her pants and panties off next. When she’s naked, I stick two fingers inside of her pussy, and she moans in my mouth. She’s soaked.
She unfastens my belt while I remove my shirt. I’m so eager for her, I don’t bother to take off my pants. I pull them down and say, “Go to the table and bend over.”
She runs, and that perfect peach jiggles. When she sticks out her ass, I grab her hips with both hands, align myself at her slit, and slide in with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans.
I don’t give her time to adjust or give her a break. I ride her like I’ve been thinking about all day. I thrust as hard and as deep as her body will allow. Grabbing one of her breasts, I squeeze so tight, I hope she’ll have my handprint etched on her skin.
I bend down and kiss the back of her neck. She calls my name.
“Say it again,” I order. “Call my name.”
She screams it. When I slide my hand down her stomach and rub her clit, she comes, and I follow right behind her. I hold her hips while I let my seed seep out.
I stand, pull up my pants, and pick her up bridal style. “Let’s shower, and I’ll feed you.”
Getting a text from Preacher in the middle of the night is uncommon, but not out of the ordinary. Not seeing it until I wake up hours later is. Waking up with a warm, naked body tucked into mine is rare. In fact, this is only the third time it’s happened in my life. She had her head on my arm. Her mouth was open, and she drooled on me. It was the best morning I’ve ever had.
“Oh,” she says, getting my attention. Her head whips around, and so does her ponytail.
I reach over and stroke her hair.
“My questions.”
I raise my eyebrows in confusion.
“It’s my way of getting to know you.” She gestures at me. “The man of mystery.”
“Thorny, I’m the most direct man you will ever meet.” After pulling her close, I plant a loud kiss on her neck. “Not that you’ll be meeting any other men. Not unless you want me to kill them.”
She moves away and looks into my eyes with furrowed brows. “Stop playing.” She swats my chest.
“I’m also not the playful kind, but what are your questions?”
“How old were you when your parents died?”
“This is the kind of depressing shit you want to know?”
“Yes!”
Groaning, I twist my neck back and forth.
“Twelve,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Do you have siblings?”
