“Here, let me do that.”
I grab them from her and start to massage them.
“Oh, that feels good.”
She moans, making my cock twitch. I continue my ministrations, watching her reactions. When she finally pulls them away, she looks sleepy.
“I should let you sleep,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “No, I want to tell you about the man I saw. I am sure it is nothing and I am being paranoid, but he said Emily looked familiar. He asked for her name. I didn’t give it tohim, but her teacher did call out to her. I’m worried he might have heard.”
“I’ll handle it. You are safe.”
“You don’t even know who the guy is.” She scoffs.
“No, but my IT guy, Fox, has been combing the footage. If you give me a description, he can find him.”
“Oh. I didn’t know. You already have him doing that?”
“Of course. Your safety and the kids are my number one priority. Some guy made you uncomfortable, so we are going to find out who he is and what he wanted.” I grab her hand, stroking the back of it with my thumb.
“Okay. He was shorter than you, but taller than me. Dark brown hair. Looked to be in his forties, maybe? He was wearing glasses and a blue sweater. That’s all I remember.”
I pull out my phone and text it all to Fox, then I put my phone away.
“Done. Now focus on more pleasant things, like trick-or-treating. I was thinking that we could walk around here, but most places around here don’t really do much. The club hosts a trunk-or-treat down at the community center, though. We could go to that after.”
She smiles, leaning into my shoulder. “You are too good to us. That sounds lovely. How did it go with Tanner?”
“He is trying to fit in. It’s hard when he feels like he can’t talk about his father. I hope it’s okay, but I told him I would be whatever he needed. So if he wants them to think I’m his father, then that’s what I will do. It’s what he deserves.” I cup her cheek.
“He deserves a dad like you,” she agrees. “So does Emily.”
Leaning in closer, I whisper, “And you deserve a man like me.”
She licks her lips before she leans forward. Her lips touch mine softly at first, but then she presses harder. Without prompting her, she swings her leg over until she is straddlingme. She fists my cut as she kisses me with abandon. Fuck if it isn’t hot letting her take control.
After a moment, my hands fall on her hips, squeezing them before I slide them to her ass. The pretty dress she wore tonight is flimsy underneath my hands. All I can feel is the heat of her skin. I want to feel more.
I don’t dare push, though. I don’t want to trigger her, so I let her set the pace.
She lets go of my cut, her hands smoothing over the leather.
“You like my cut,a mhuirnín?” I ask.
“Yes. At first, it made you scary-looking, but now I see it as a symbol of safety. What does that mean anyway?”
I look down to where her hands are.
“That’s our logo,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, laughing.
“No. That term you call me,a mhuirnín.”
I swallow hard. “My darling. It’s a term of endearment. My father called my mother it.”
She meets my eyes, her feelings shining without hesitation.
