“Yes, I wanted to try it out. I’ve been thinking of a nickname. Bella is too feminine for her and too cliché. We can’t have Belle, which is another nickname I found on the Internet. But when I came across Isa, I thought that it fits. Queen Isabella was a strong woman who shirked patriarchy and I see Isa growing into a strong woman. What do you think?”
“God,tesoro. I think that I have to marry you. Maybe in Italy when Mamma and Frank come to visit. I love you so much. I can’t begin to express my gratitude for you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.” Mamma and Frank had gotten used to me calling Ethan, Daddy. After doing it accidentally a few times, Ethan told a half truth. He’d explained that we used to kid around about him being mysugar daddybecause he supported us and then it became an endearment. They accepted the explanation and actually Frank had teased me about it every now and then.
“Daddy, you never answered me. Do you like Isa? And am I using the Italian translation correctly?”
“You’re saying it perfectly. The ‘I’ sounds like double ‘ee’ as in see. The ‘s’ is soft like in vision, and the stress is on the first syllable.”
“What do you think, Mamma?” When I turned to her, she had a wistful smile as her gaze lingered on Daddy and me.
“I agree that you should never let each other go. You’re perfect together. And Isa will be the luckiest little girl alive to have you as parents. Besides, everything you said made sense, Jude.”
Isa began to whine, which turned quickly into crying. “Mamma, not now because I’d like to talk to Ethan. But I’d appreciate you showing me how to feed her.”
“Of course,” Mamma said.
Daddy grabbed my hand. “Mamma, I need to go home and get work clothes for tomorrow. I have an early appointment with Artemis.”
“Let me clean the kitchen first,” I protested.
Mamma waved us off. “There’s hardly anything to do, Jude. Go with Ethan and I’ll see you later. After Isa eats, she’ll sleep for a few hours. Be back in time to watch her while I make dinner.”
“You got it,” Daddy said and dragged me behind him as he made a beeline for the front door.
We took my car so we could unpack it, and I’d switch my clothes out for clean ones that were in my duffle. Holding hands as Daddy drove, he asked, “What made you change your mind about adopting? You did a one-eighty.”
“When I thought about Gabby not wanting her and you and Mamma discussing her fate like she was a decorative house gift no one knew where to put…” I studied Daddy’s profile and waited for him to glance my way.
“Ashamedly, you’re right,tesoro. That’s exactly what we sounded like.”
“Well, I thought about my relationship with my parents. How everything was about what my mother wanted. She refused to come across the wrong way with family or friends but ignoredwhat was best for me. As a result, it took to me until my mid-thirties and gazing at you in the confessional to find my spine.”
“You helped me find my way, too,tesoro. I’d still be groveling in guilt if you hadn’t given me a second chance.”
“And that’s exactly why our little bird with her fluttering arms, waiting to grow and fly, deserves more. Plus, even I don’t really understand, Daddy.” I contemplated the moment I laid eyes on her. “There was something about her that shot straight to my heart. Maybe it was seeing you in her. Her toasty skin tone, and I just know that she’s going to have your green eyes. The fact that she trailed after my touch with her still unseeing eyes. She claimed me just the way you have, Daddy.”
“Fuck, baby. I’ve never wanted you more, both physically and emotionally. You have my heart as well.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the elevator tearing at our clothes, having left all my stuff in the car to unload later. As soon as we were inside the apartment, it was about Daddy unloading in my hole.
“I need you, Daddy,” I said, pushing my tongue into his mouth.
He growled and took control, deepening the kiss and stripping off my clothes with desperate precision. The same passionate exactness that made him amazing with the elite vehicles he worked on.
Panting and pulling off long enough to yank off my jeans, briefs, and socks, Daddy tossed me onto the bed. Hovering over me, his dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and his stiff cock leaking, I asked him, “Daddy, are you going to take me apart like you do a shiny red Maserati?”
Gazing into my eyes, he moved his torso back and forth, sliding our cocks together with each pass. My cock dribbled with pre-cum, as did his and pretty soon our dicks were slathered, making the glide erotically smooth.
Creamy and satiny, I reached down and swiped pre-cum onto my index finger and put it in my mouth. Then holding Daddy’s face, I brought his lips down to me. I fed him our pre-cum, meeting each thrust of his tongue.
“That’s my baby slut. Feed Daddy more before I ravage your body. Your sexy, fucking body with the biggest heart.”
When I went for more pre-cum, I teased his slit with my fingernail on one hand and rolled his balls in my palm in the other, groaning at the buzz of need spreading through me like wildfire.
Grabbing my wrists, he lifted them above my head, ordering, “Don’t move them.” Then he licked down the side of my face, nibbled at my ear lobe, and began sucking one hickey after another down my neck. He left a lash of saliva over my Adam’s apple, as if reminding me who I belonged to. I fucking did belong to Ethan Fuller. I knew from the beginning despite my shortcomings, doubts and mistakes, that he continued to love and worship me.
Lowering his face, he sucked on my nipples, twisting and extending the sensitive nubs until I writhed uncontrollably. “Just think how these sexy buds would feel with barbells through them,” he ground out, voice thick with lust. He bit down hard on one and then the other and sucked hickeys onto the aureola.
