Surprise Baby for the Don (Dark Daddies #2)

Chapter 17

17

Ginny

H e’s stiff against me already, and my hands slip down to his pants, fiddling with the button and zipper until they give. He leans back against the bed and wiggles his hips as we both work to remove his pants and boxers. Being on top of him is intoxicating, giving me a feeling of power I’ve never experienced in my life. It’s electrifying, exhilarating, and oh-so-addicting.

I rip at his shirt as hard as I can, forcing the flaps open as expensive buttons fly in every direction, making little pinging noises as they hit the floor. He chuckles, but the sound quickly transforms to moans as I kiss down his body, starting at the base of his throat and leaving hot, lingering kisses all over his chest and abdomen. He scoots further up the bed as I move further down, kissing at the base of his shaft. He’s standing fully at attention now, his breath coming out in short, ragged spurts. I look up innocently to meet his eyes, but his eyes are closed in anticipation and desire. I squeeze his thighs, forcing him to look at me. He swallows hard, and when my tongue darts out to lick the tip of his cock, letting out a deep groan, encouraging me.

I slowly kiss his tip, already slick with pre-cum, and lick up the salty liquid. His body begins to shudder as I wrap my hands gently around him. Slowly, carefully, I take more of him inside of my mouth, bobbing up and down until I can’t take anymore. The concept of having complete control over a man as powerful as Mateo Rossi only heightened the heat of the situation.

His deep moans of pleasure send threads of desire to my very core, and the closer he gets to his own release, the harder it is for me to keep the slick moisture from pooling from my center. I didn’t know it was possible for me to become this dripping wet without yet being touched. His hands move to my hair, and he gently pulls, forcing me to release him.

“I have an idea,” he whispers hoarsely, as he tries to regain his composure.

I nod, though I have no idea what he’s thinking. He pulls me back up to him, kissing me passionately, tasting himself on my lips. I moan into his mouth at the carnality.

“Turn around,” he commands. “Let me taste you while you’re tasting me.”

It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying, but once I do, I scramble over him, positioning my pussy over his face and nearly coming undone as I feel his breath move against me. With rough fingers, I feel him spread me open as his tongue darts inside of me, forcing me to arch my back from the immediate pleasure. One finger moves inside of me, causing me to cry out, and it takes me a moment to realize that this is a two-way street.

With all the focus I can possibly manage, I reach out for him again, pulling him back inside of my mouth eagerly. I lavish him with my tongue, leaving no part of him untasted. I swallow him until I can barely breathe.

He moans against my pussy, sending shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but give him as good as I’m getting. As his tongue and fingers move faster, sending me into a frenzy, I try to match his enthusiasm, to take him deeply and bring him to release. I’m climbing, climbing, climbing until I’m sure that the fall back to earth will destroy me. His hips thrust against me with wild abandon, and I know he’s feeling the same. A mixture of fear and uncertainty and absolute need.

His stomach muscles begin to tense as I feel my own clenching, and soon we’re both screaming out, as I’m pumping his member with my hands into the direction of my greedy mouth, tasting the reward of my efforts. I collapse onto him, lapping up anything leftover in the sensual afterglow, stars exploding behind my eyes, and he gently moves me off of him.

After we’ve both had a moment to catch our breaths, he crawls over to me, kissing me gently. I taste my own pleasure on his tongue, as I’m sure he can taste his, and my whole body heats. I’ve never done anything like that before, didn’t even know I was capable of it. He’s opened me up in a way I didn’t know was even possible.

“Are you all right?” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss against my forehead.

I can only nod for a moment, pressing my head harder against his lips.

“That was intense,” I finally manage, unable to think of any other word. My body is humming with an unfamiliar electricity, and my mind has gone completely blank.

He nods against me, his arm wrapping against my shoulders as he pulls me closer to his chest, holding me tight.

He kisses me sweetly, tenderly, but soon we’re battling again for dominance and he’s slipping more than just his tongue inside of me once again.

. . .

The late afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Mateo’s arm is draped lazily over my waist, his breathing steady as he lies beside me. I trace my fingers lightly over his skin, savoring this rare moment of peace. After everything that happened this morning, I feel safe here, comforted by his warm embrace, by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

He eventually stirs, his eyes fluttering open, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

“Good afternoon,” I correct.

We lie there for a few moments, comfortable in the silence, until he starts talking about his plans for the old apartments. His voice is animated, full of excitement, as he tells me how he’d love to renovate the place, maybe even make a penthouse out of the top floor. I can picture it in my head, the possibilities swirling around, and a spark of inspiration flares to life inside me.

“Do you think I could go see the building again sometime?” I ask, trying to sound casual. “I’d love to work up some ideas, if you’re open to it. I mean, I only got a brief glance of the one apartment before…”

Mateo’s smile widens, and he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Anytime you want,” he says, his voice warm. “I’ll have one of my men bring you. There’s a key to the building on my dresser, labeled with an M . You can take it.”

The thought of having access to the place, of being able to explore and let my imagination run wild, is strangely exciting. I nod, feeling a bit more hopeful about the future.

Mateo eventually pulls himself out of bed, gets dressed, and mutters something about needing to get some work done while there’s still daylight. I watch him from the comfort of the covers, unable to resist the small smile that spreads across my face as he buttons his shirt and gives me a quick, lingering kiss before he leaves.

As soon as he’s gone, I sink back into the bed, stretching luxuriously. I could stay here for the rest of the day if I wanted to, nestled in the warmth and comfort of his sheets. But then a thought strikes me, and I reach over to grab my phone, quickly texting my sister.

Hey, Cass. We need to talk ASAP. Got so much to tell you.

Part of me feels a little guilty for not telling her anything sooner. Cassidy’s always been the one person I can trust, my closest ally in the shitstorm that is Pops. She deserves to know what’s going on.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzes with her response.

I’m free tonight. Can you meet me at the diner? Oh, and do you think you could pick up a shift? We’re short-staffed, and it’s getting crazy in here.

I let out a sigh, glancing around the luxurious bedroom. As much as I’d rather not work tonight, I can’t really say no to Cassidy, especially not when she’s been holding things together while I’ve been away.

Sure, I can help out.

Cassidy responds with a quick thumbs-up emoji, followed by a message that makes me smile.

Thanks, sis! Let’s have a girls’ night after your shift. I want to hear everything!

I grin, my excitement bubbling up. I’ve missed her, and I can’t wait to tell her everything. Reluctantly, I slide out of bed, heading over to the dresser where there’s a new shopping bag full of clothes. I blush as I realize someone must have brought them in while we were napping. After I change, I search through the dresser for the key Mateo mentioned.

Once I’m dressed, I head downstairs, only to find the older man who was here when I came with my father waiting by the front door. Mateo’s apparently out, so he must be my guard dog.

“Miss Ginny, is there something I can help you with?” he asks kindly.

“I need to go home for the day, Mr. …,” I trail off, embarrassed that I don’t know his name.

“You can just call me Rocco.” He smiles brightly.

“And I’m just Ginny,” I joke,

“Well, Just Ginny,” he says with a chuckle. “Mateo didn’t mention anything about you leaving.”

I give him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m just going to spend some time with my sister, help her out at her diner for a shift and grab some dinner after. I’m sure he’d be fine with it.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay,” he concedes. “But I’m arranging a ride for you.”

When I arrive at the diner, Cassidy is already there, waiting for me by the entrance. Her eyes widen as soon as she sees me, taking in my new designer clothes and the sleek black car that dropped me off. I can’t imagine what’s going through her head.

“What the hell is going on?” she demands, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity.

I give her a sheepish smile as I grab her hand and lead her back into the restaurant. I have a change of clothes, my normal clothes, stashed in the office.

“I have a lot to fill you in on.” I laugh. “But first, let me get changed.”

Cassidy rolls her eyes but follows me inside, waiting as I slip into the restroom to change into my usual work uniform. When I step out, I feel more like myself, but there’s part of me that also feels like this part of my life is over.

As I tie my apron around my waist, Cassidy leans over the counter, her eyes narrowing. “All right, spill. Whose car is that and why do you look like you just walked out of a fashion magazine?”

I can’t help but laugh, the sound surprising even me. I haven’t laughed like this in ages, and it’s freeing. “Okay, okay.” I swat at her. “Mateo Rossi owns the car. And he bought the clothes.”

Cassidy raises an eyebrow, her expression hard. “Mateo Rossi is buying you couture and chauffeuring you around town? And what exactly is he getting from this arrangement?”

I know my full-body blush will give me away, but I can’t help it. I understand her wariness, but I want to assure her that Mateo is a good man.

“It’s not what you think,” I reply with a pointed eyeroll. “He’s a good man. He’s been really kind to me and he’s making my dreams come true.”

She gives me a knowing look, crossing her arms. “And are you making his dreams come true?”

I roll my eyes, though we both know she’s not far off. “We make each other happy,” I say vaguely. “He makes me really, really happy, okay? That’s all you need to know right now.”

She smirks, always satisfied to be proven right. Then I realize there’s something else she does need to know.

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about, completely unrelated,” I say in a quick breath, watching as her shoulders tense. “It’s about Dad.”

Cassidy’s face falls, and she lets out a sigh. “I was going to ask you about him, actually. I haven’t seen him all day, and he won’t answer his phone.”

I envision him tied up in that chair before I ran out of the room. I have no idea what happened to him after that.

“He’s probably just on one of his benders,” I reply nonchalantly, though I’m not sure if that’s true. If he is, though, he better be doing it far away from Chicago or Mateo will have his ass.