I might not know her, but I can ease the burden from Kane. My fingers tingle with the need to fix the devastation every time he's reminded of my mum.
Guilt weighs heavy, keeping my feet stuck to the kitchen tiles. I should have come home sooner. He’s been grieving alone since I left this morning. I want to be able to join him in his grief, but I have no real emotion or feeling except the overwhelming pull I have to the living room to take Kane’s pain away. I can’t share in his grief, but I can make him feel good.
I pad over to the door and lean against the door jamb. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugs and sips his drink. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you for the rest of the night.”
I step closer to him, padding over the carpet bare foot and kneel at his feet. “I’ve never had anyone give a shit about me before. It never crossed my mind to let you know I was all right. I’m sorry.” I don't bother to hide the tears cascading down my cheeks.
He lifts my chin, then leans over me to place the beer on the table. A sigh protrudes from his lips. “I’m sorry, Vi. You mean everything to me.” His gaze penetrates my soul, the weight of his words crushing my chest.
“I won’t put you through that again. I’m sorry.” I kiss his denim covered knees as he strokes my wet hair back from my face.
Fingers caress my face, stroking my wet hair with one hand, and his thumb runs along my lips with his other.
I kiss the pad of his thumb and the palm of his hand, then trail kisses up his denim muscular thighs until I reach his belt. With a quick glance to meet his gaze, pools of fire burn bright, and I unbuckle his belt.
His hand grips my wrist. “Vi, what are you doing?”
“Showing you how sorry I am.” I pull down his zipper.
“You don’t need to do that, petal.” He pulls on my hand. “Come here.” He pats his knee and I climb up, straddling his lap.
His heart beats in rhythm with mine as we hold each other close. Strong hands soothe up and down my spine as he hushes my tears away. He doesn’t know my tears are for him and his pain. All these years he’s suffered alone.
“Hush now, baby girl. Everything’s all right. We’re all right.” His lips press against my cheek, kissing away my tears. I want to be his baby girl and him my daddy, but a daddy that takes care of all my needs. My fingers curl around his neck, holding his head in my palms as he peppers small kisses on my face.
With each kiss brings an abundance of love, and I love him. I peck his lips and trail my hand down between us, holding his gaze for any resistance.
He sighs heavily, then hangs his head low. “Petal, I—”
“It’s okay. I want to make you feel good, too.” My hand slips into his jeans as I climb off his lap, resuming my position on the floor.
He watches me with heavy breaths while I nestle myself between his thighs, freeing his erection.
His fingers work through my hair as I lick the pearl of his desire from the tip before taking him into my mouth. One delicious lick at a time. A low rumble leaves his lips. He lifts as I tug at his jeans, pulling them down enough so I can slip my hand between his thighs and play with his balls.
With his thumb, he traces my lips, tightly wrapped around his throbbing dick, while my tongue greedily laps. “You’re fucking perfect, Vi. So fucking perfect.”
His words spur me on, along with the dancing flames in his eyes. With every suck and lick, as though I’m devouring an ice cream cornet, my centre pulses with need. Unable to stifle my own desires, I climb aboard his lap again, straddling him and take his rough unshaven jaw between my palms, bringing my lips to his.
He grips my hair from behind, preventing our connection as if kissing me would mean going over the edge, stepping into a new world with unchartered territory. But I’m ready for it and my heart thrums at the thrill of a new adventure. Wherever it will lead, I’m safe with him along for the ride and what a fucking good ride it will be.
I untie my dressing gown while he holds my face in place, deciding if he wants to go down the rabbit hole with me. The towel material slips from my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts. I lift, tugging the remaining fabric away and discard it to the floor.
Kane ravishes me with one look, taking my pebbled nipple into his mouth. I run my fingers through his thick waves, caressing him as he suckles, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst.
My hips rock against his lap, desperate for the friction against my swollen clit. Shuffling forward, I gasp when his erection drags along my sensitive spot with perfect precision. “Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear as he moves to suckle on my other nipple.
His eyes flash with white heat.
I lift my dripping pussy from his lap, eager to fill the void, but he grips my hips as I hover above him, the head of his thick length gripped by the muscles around my entrance in a vise, just like the one he holds me in now with his stare.
“I’m not suited.”
Fighting against his restraint and fingers digging into my fleshy hips, I ignore his protest, desperate to feel him inside. “I don’t care.”
He pushes me back, then grips my face, squeezing my cheeks together with his finger and thumb. “You should fucking care.” He scolds. Is he seriously going to parent me again? “You never fuck anyone without protection, not even me. I don’t care how much you want it, or how much your pussy cries for it. You keep yourself protected.” He jerks my face. “You hear?”
