Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
HECTOR
After I drew my fingers through her hair to soothe her, her words continued to replay through my mind. I was the only person in her life that made her feel special, and I didn’t want to admit it, but she was that person for me too.
In the past five decades of my life, I hadn t felt special to any of my family or my subs.
Except her.
The aroma of spices drifted through my nose from our half-finished dinner. Water bubbled over the edge of a pot on the stove, steam pouring out. I held Heather tighter, not ever wanting to release her.
My heart thumped quickly in my chest. “I feel the same with you.”
She placed her chin on the center of my chest and looked up at me, eyes filled with tears. You don t have to say it back, Hector. I just I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you. I m not good with this kind of thing.
“I mean it,” I whispered. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”
In the kitchen, bathed in warm light, Heather smiled up at me, her lips quivering slightly. Her pretty eyes sparkled when the moonlight gleamed on them the right way, and I had never ever felt the warmth in my chest with anyone else.
Everything about us was wrong.
But I wasn’t going to stop. I wasn’t going to give this up.
Not now … maybe not ever.
After pushing away some tears, she smiled up at me.
And yet, while she made me feel safe, anxiety nipped at my insides. Since our little affair had started, I had always feared that she d leave me, but now, what I feared most wasn t that she d leave me but that I d lose her.
If Jacob ever found out about my relationship with his daughter, it would shatter our friendship and unravel the life and the business that I had built with him for the past half a decade of my life. What would my life be without business? It was what I d dedicated every waking moment of my life to before her.
Hands curling around her waist, I pulled her toward me and placed my mouth on hers. She arched her back and pushed herself against me, her fingers curling around my collar. I moved my lips against hers, desperate to taste more of her.
I had kissed her so many times now, but I couldn t help myself.
She had made me hungry to taste her, hungry to be with her.
How can I wait any longer to be more than just a Dom to her?
After tugging off her shirt from her shoulders, I dropped it to the ground and left her standing half naked in my kitchen without a bra. I fondled her breast and ground her into the counter, my cock throbbing inside my pants.
I need you, I mumbled against her lips. Now.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and spread her legs. I ran my hands up her thighs and gripped her ass, and then I kissed down her neck, sucking on the skin. She moaned softly as the water bubbled in the pot.
At this rate, we’d just have to order something because dinner wasn’t being made.
But I didn’t care.
Just as I sank my hand between her legs, someone knocked at the door. I moved my fingers against her clit, biting and sucking on her skin hard enough to leave a bright red hickey. The knock came again.
“ Fuck ,” I growled.
When I tried to ignore it for a third time, the bang became louder.
“Finish up here,” I said, stepping around the kitchen island. “It’s probably a delivery.”
Not sure why anyone would be delivering anything this late at night, but I wasn t normally home during the day. If it was something important-like a certain something that I d ordered for Heather the other night-then I didn t want it sitting out in the hallway.
Before opening the door, I glanced over my shoulder at Heather, humming to herself and stirring around our dinner in the stainless steel pot in nothing but a pair of pants. My lips curled into a small smile, and I pulled the door open.
My eyes widened as I stared at Heather’s father.
What the fuck is he doing here?
“Hector,” Jacob said. “Sorry about popping in so late.”
“Jacob,” I said, loud enough for Heather to hear so she’d hide, “what’s up?”
The very last person that I d expected here was Heather s father, especially this late at night. If Heather tried to hide in the bedroom, she d have to cross the room, and Jacob would see her, so I hoped to God that she had ducked behind the counter.
Instead of staying in the hallway, Jacob walked into my apartment. “We need to talk.”