I was a bit uneasy. No one was rushing to help the men on the floor out there. I wasn’t sure if they were dead or no one gave a fuck about their injuries. I didn’t honestly care about their lives, but mostly I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if Keaton would’ve died in that hole down there before I’d met him.
“Y’all can continue on with your show,” the blonde said with a magazine worthy smile and a wink. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been in a room with a woman as beautiful as her. I didn’t even want to fuck women and I couldn’t help being a bit in awe.
Keaton glanced wildly at me, as if he needed my protection from her suggestion, but I was always happy to provide it. He didn’t need to worry.
“Sorry, I don’t share Miss . . . .”
“Madam Winters,” she said with a gentle nod. “Now, that is too bad, sweet pea.” She smiled at the man she was with. He was odd. I could’ve sworn he hadn’t looked away from her all night. It was starting to border on creepy. I would rather someone try to kill me than just stare all the time.
I grabbed Keaton’s hand when it appeared as if he might pass out from embarrassment and dragged him past the hors d’oeuvres he hadn’t touched and out of the asylum. I didn’t hesitate to rescue him, even though he probably didn’t really need it.
By the time the blush faded from his face, we were in the car driving down the highway while I squinted into the setting sun. “So, Daddy, that was a date.”
“It was.” I glanced at him and kept both hands on the wheel because I wanted to do something to make his face pink again. I might be a serial killer, but I wasn’t going to accidentally murder someone on the road by driving distracted. That was truly insane behavior.
He caught my eye, and we both grinned.
“Little bit of a letdown, actually,” he said, leaning back in his seat.
My gut swooped. “The fight wasn’t everything you thought it would be?”
“Nah, it was okay. I just thought it might be more exciting to go on a date with you, but you didn’t even want to fuck me in front of everyone.”
I veered toward the side of the road and the tires rumbled before I got the Maserati back between the lines again. “You—” I cleared my throat and tried again. “You would’ve been okay with that?”
He shrugged, laughing. “Who knows? But you should see your face right now.”
I slapped my chest, trying to get everything jump started. “I didn’t know you were a jokester.”
“I’m learning all kinds of things about myself.”
I realized where we were and couldn’t resist the trip back to the bridge where we’d first fucked. When I stopped alongside the road, he glanced outside and chuckled.
He didn’t say anything as I made my way down the embankment, but I turned and grabbed his hand as I walked him over to that same spot where I’d first gotten my lips on him.
He moaned when I sank to my knees.
“Daddy, what’s this?” he asked, but his hands were busy opening his belt. The black Rolex I’d gotten him last week glinted in the dying light. I wanted everything on his body to be things I’d bought for him.
I wanted him to belong to me and only me.
His cock made me focus like nothing else could. It was long and flushed. So fucking pretty. I kissed the head, parting my lips to suck on it, and he cried out, scrabbling at the cement wall behind himself.
“An apology. I planned to kill you when I first brought you here. I owe you the full truth now that you’re mine. I was amused when I fucked you here.”
He groaned as I sucked down his length, then fluttered my tongue around his tip. “Why, Daddy?”
“Because I dumped a body here and thought I would kill you after I got the name of your supplier. I did think you were a drug dealer. He was friends with some asshole named Dutch. Cardinal Cross.”
His eyes widened, but I worked him down to the back of my throat to soften the blow.
“Figured you were planning to, but that’s so fucked up, Daddy. Everyone at the park wondered what happened to him.” He sounded delighted, but maybe he would get mad at me later. I would take the win for now.
“I’m sorry I was going to kill you. I love you.” I sucked him again, relishing each burst of precum that hit my tongue. He slid his hands into my hair. Fuck, this was good. I kept going until I gagged, and then he was in the back of my throat. I pulled on his hips, wanting him to have free rein here.
He got the idea, and I went a little lightheaded as he dipped deep down my throat. By the time he pulled back, I gasped for air, only to lose it again when he plunged forward. It hurt, but I didn’t care. Toward the end it was a bizarre thrill when he buried himself as far as he could down my throat and shouted, his voice echoing across the water. He was big enough to block my airway entirely.
When he finally pulled out, I had to hold on to his thighs until my head stopped spinning. Twilight had descended, and I glanced up at him, loving the way he looked wreathed in shadows.
