“I don’t know. Can’t think.”
His panted words made me chuckle. The sound was met with a look of shock, which I ignored in favor of fucking him the way I knew he needed. The way he deserved.
In no time I found a rhythm that had him gasping, his hips tilting as his legs squeezed me forward, as if he demanded I fuck him deeper. It was a fight to not come too soon. His body wrapped around mine was utter perfection. He was better than anything, anyone I’d ever experienced.
Weeks of tension came to a head when his body clenched around me. His cock spurted against his stomach, the creamy liquid coating his abs. Seeing that, I couldn’t hold back my own release.
I groaned, my hips jerking one last time as I filled him. Pip sighed while my cock pulsed inside him. It made me chuckle again because it was so unlike him to be this calm and relaxed—at least not without a dead body nearby.
“You’re mine now, Pip. No leaving. No getting away.”
“It’s exactly what I wanted. From the start it was only meant to be you. Just needed you to wake up.”
I raised my head from where I’d tucked my chin down. “Are you saying you planned this?”
He raised his brows. “Me? Planning? You’re mistaken.”
From the way he said it, I knew there was more he wasn’t telling me. I was too deep in the post-sex mindset to challenge him on it. Maybe later I’d remember to investigate what sneaky maneuvers he’d managed right under my nose.
We stayed together for a long moment before I finally, carefully pulled out, cleaned his release up, and dealt with the condom. Pip watched my every move. The minute I was in bed, he curled into my chest.
“You okay?” I asked, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“The okayest of okay.”
“Good. We’ll rest for a bit, then we’ll get up and I can feed you.”
“Mmmm. Yes. I like this plan. And I love that you’re keeping me, Daddy,” he mumbled around a yawn.
We definitely had to have the Daddy talk sooner than later. While I didn’t mind it, I wanted to know what else my murderous man wanted or needed to feel like he mattered.
The idea that he wanted to be kept was still a bit astounding to me. The man who didn’t have a home, a permanent job, or any family, wanted to be connected to me in a way that screamed permanence.
CHAPTER 14
Pip
I'd seenHenny in a lot of different ways over the past few months. Buttoned-up and professional at the warehouse. Sleep-soft and groggy in the mornings. Commanding and intense when he bossing me around.
But nothing prepared me for seeing him in my clothes.
"Stop staring," Henny muttered, tugging at the hem of my black t-shirt. It fit him differently than it fit me, tighter across the shoulders, shorter in the arms. The fabric clung to his frame in a way that made my mouth go dry.
"Can't help it." I leaned against the doorframe, probably grinning like an idiot. "You look good in my shirt."
"It's the only thing that works for tonight. My wardrobe consists of button-downs and slacks. Not exactly sniper gear." Henny's ears had gone pink, which was adorable and also incredibly distracting.
"I know." I crossed the room and ran my hands down his sides, feeling the familiar fabric over his body. "But you have to admit there's a certain appeal to wearing your boyfriend's clothes."
"We're working. And we need to focus."
Henny's voice had that warning edge, but he didn't push my hands away.
"I am focused, Daddy." I pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Focused on how hot you look. Focused on how everyone's going to see you in my clothes and know you're mine."
"Pip." But his protest was weak, and when I looked up, his expression was full of need.
I stepped back, hands raised in surrender. "Fine, fine. Professional. Got it. But later, when we're back, I'm going to spend a long time appreciating this look."
