How dare she look at her own daughter and not see perfection? I can't wrap my mind around it. I know my mom is going to love her. She'll teach Hattie exactly what it means to be loved unconditionally, exactly the way you are. The same damn way she taught me and my siblings.
That's what my girl needs right now—to be surrounded by people who see her for what she is, not as an unfinished project. She willneverbe that to anyone again. If her brothers can't ensure it, I damn sure will.
"Oh, cranky," she whispers and then giggles softly.
My lips quirk into a grin when I realize she's still dead to the world, dreaming. About me? Christ, I hope so.
I slip my hand beneath the blankets, running it down her side.
She doesn't move.
My dick does, though. He twitches against my thigh, stiffening.
I bite back a groan, dragging my fingertips along her thigh, fascinated by how soft she is. I don't think she has a problem with her size—at least, none beyond the world trying to convince her that she should have with it—but her curves are so perfect it hurts.
Literally. My cock is aching.
My hand drifts between her legs, my fingers parting her slit.
She sighs in her sleep, her legs parting slightly. I take that as an invitation and play with her clit, running my thumb in circlesaround it. Within seconds, she's drenched, soft little mewls whispering from her lips.
Jesus. Even asleep, she's begging for it.
I want to roll her onto her back and slide myself inside…but what'd I say about being selfish? Gotta learn to do better.
Instead, I slip one finger inside her and then another.
Her mouth falls open on a moan.
I watch her, fascinated, as she rocks her hips, chasing the pleasure. She's in that place between being awake and asleep, her body coming alive before her mind. I love her like this—so soft and open, not trying to hide or worry. She's just Hattie in this moment, justmine.
I grind my thumb against her clit.
"Penguins!" she shouts suddenly, her eyes popping open.
I chuckle, my eyes locking with hers. "Penguins, huh?" I grind my thumb against her clit again. "Penguins can't do this to you, Hattie baby."
"I…Oh," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Jesus, Sidney. Don't stop."
"Didn't plan on it," I murmur, curling my fingers inside her. "Not until you have a very good morning."
"Yay for me," she whispers, making me chuckle.
I roll her onto her back, hooking one leg up over my hip to open her up to me. She pants, clinging to the blankets as I play with her, driving her right to the brink. When she's ready to go over, I dive between her legs, licking and sucking until she grips fistfuls of my hair and shouts my name.
I don't waste a drop she spills. I lick up every single one, savoring the way I taste on her. Who knew I'd fucking love that?
When she falls limp beneath me, I crawl up her body, grinning. "Told you that penguins couldn't do that, butterfly."
She covers her face with her hands, laughing softly. "They weren't doing that, Sidney. You're playing them tomorrow."
I tug her hands away from her face. "Yeah, and you're coming to the game."
"Are you sure?"
I growl softly.
"I just meant…I don't want to be a distraction," she says softly. "Do you really want the whole world to know we're sleeping together?"
