“Ty,” she whispers, but I growl in warning.
I want to hear it. I want to hear that name from her lips.
“Daddy,”she whimpers and I groan. It sounds so fucking good to hear her call me that. In that tone.Whimpering.
My dick is pressed so tightly against my jeans I’m one move away from my jeans bursting open and taking her right here against the back room wall.
“That’s right,cariño. Who am I?” I growl into her neck, lifting her higher. I can feel her heat growing between her legs, her core pressed against my stomach.
“You’re mine…Daddy.”
My hips press into her, sliding her down a bit so I can grind us together harder. “That’s right. That’s fucking right. I’m yours, baby. Just like you’re mine. Don’t you forget it.”
Roxie’s head falls back, exposing her long neck covered in small healing bruises that make me want to murder someone for touching her in any way other than with gentleness.
I only want to see my marks on her. Ever.
My lips attach to her neck, kissing gently along every mark placed there by that fucknut the other day. When I pass over one of the spots I’ve discovered she loves, I give it a little more attention. A little more care. I brush my nose over the space as Ibreathe her in and find the juncture of her shoulder, biting softly before sucking hard.
Roxie squirms under my hold, her head stretching more like she’s trying to make us closer.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Get your ass out here, Ty,” I hear Asher snap from outside the door and I know I’m in trouble. It’s like a bucket of cold water splashes onto us. I reluctantly pull my lips from her neck and help set her feet on the floor.
“We’re in trouble,” she whispers.
“Worth it though,” I whisper against her lips and smirk.
“Terecino!” Asher snaps and I shake my head.
“If I die, you can have the bike,” I say, gesturing with my head over to where my helmet sits and pressing a parting, dramatic kiss to her lips.
“Oh, so that’s how I can get it?” she smirks.
“Brat.”
At the end of the day, Asher walks out his last client and locks the door behind them so it’s just the three of us. Roxie was given a broom and is doing the final sweep. I’m cleaning my station and getting my receipts in order, Asher walks to his station to do the same. We’re all silently working together to get home quicker, and I love it. It’s domestic, it’s comfortable, and most importantly, it’s something I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to go get the mop,” Roxie says, setting the broom against the wall and smiling before she walks to the back.
“Hey, I need to ask you something,” I say, throwing the wad of paper towels into my trash can and turning to Asher.
“What’s up?”
“I need to go get Roxie’s stuff from Mickey’s. I don’t like that she’s got her stuff there, and every day I know there’s a chance he tosses everything she has out.” My fingers fiddle with the leather band at my wrist, twisting the cord with the rising anger that Mickey has any sort of hold over her.
“That’swhy you got the bike?” Asher asks, shaking his head as he wipes down his chair.
“I need to get her stuff for her.” I shrug.
“Let me think about it,” he says shortly and that makes my hackles rise. What does he need to think about? If he asked me to do this for him, I’d be cracking my fucking knuckles and saying let’s go.
Instead of asking him anything, my jaw sets to the side and I nod.
“Would you be going to start something?” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at me with a look that tells me this will determine if I have back up.
“No,” I answer him honestly. “My main and only goal is to get all of her stuff. She has money she’s been saving up, clothes, and some sentimental stuff that’s at his place. I only plan on going, getting everything that is hers and then leaving. I’ll even swear to you that I’ll be cordial. But that being said,” my hands curl into fists just thinking about what I know will probably happen when Mickey and I see each other. “If he starts something, I’m not going to just take it lying down.”
