13. Stella
Stella
W aking up in Vito’s arms is the best part of every day. He’s always warm, holds me tight, and I know there’s nothing but love for me. Even if we haven’t said the words yet.
I feel it in every touch, every kiss, the way he holds my stare while we make love. It surrounds us. And as his hands caress along my body now, I know he’s remembering that he nearly lost me not too long ago because he’s memorizing every inch of my body with his fingers.
Spinning in his arms, his gaze focuses on my face as he moves over my body, sliding into my pussy like we’ve been doing this for a lifetime. Lifting my legs, I invite him home and wrap my feet around his back.
“Daddy,” I gasp as he sinks in all the way. Pulling him down so our heads touch, I whisper, “Are they dead?” Somehow, I just knew that’s where he was going last night.
He stops moving, shocked chocolate eyes meeting mine. “Yes.” No details, just confirmation. Gratitude overwhelms me, and tears spring into my eyes. “Don’t cry for them.” His lips touch mine, initiating a sweet kiss that I melt for. “I couldn’t have them in a world where you exist.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’ve surprised him again. “Some people need to die.” I repeat a line that’s said all too often in crime dramas because it’s true. There are just some people who are too evil for this world, and they were two of them.
“I love you, sugar, more than I can ever accurately express. I hope you know that.” Sliding his hands around my back, he holds one shoulder and the back of my head as his hips move back and forth. The erotic agony is beautiful and addictive with him.
“Daddy, oh, oh, ohhhhh, Daddy, please, please, please.” How is this painful? Not his movements or the force, but the buildup to the orgasm that will shoot me to the moon with its intensity. “Daddy, I love you.” Whispering the words sends him into overdrive as he thrusts harder, faster, and deeper.
My orgasm crests and holds me hostage before exploding, making my whole body tingle as I black out from the pleasure for a second.
“Ah fuck, sugar, you suck it out of me like a vortex,” he groans into my ear.
I can’t help it when I beg, “Breed me, Daddy. Give me your baby. Please, Daddy, don’t make me wait.” Sobbing as another more powerful orgasm builds, I cry as we shout our pleasure together.
Vito holds me so tight, I can hardly breathe, and I love every minute of it. My body begins to ache, I’m exhausted, out of breath, and still I don’t want him to stop. My man doesn’t disappoint. There’s nothing he loves more than bringing me pleasure, and in turn, I want to reciprocate the favor.
“Give it to me, Daddy, give it all to me. Make me your girl forever, Daddy.”
A groan vibrates through his chest as he turns his head to capture my lips and makes love to my mouth in slow motion as his thrusting becomes rougher, more chaotic.
“You’re fucking perfection. You know that, don’t you, sugar?” Whining into his mouth, he fucks me harder, making me feel light as we race to the finish line. When he suddenly stops, I want to cry, until he steals my sanity by saying, “Marry me, Stella. Be all mine, and I’ll be all yours.”
“Yes!” I cry out as I explode again, and this time, he follows me over the edge.
Twitching, sweating, and feeling overly sensitive, Vito drags me over to lie across his body. “You’re amazing, sugar.” He kisses my temple, holds me tightly, and I’ve never felt so loved as I pass out on his chest before having to start getting ready to return to class in a couple of hours.
“Miss Jade?” The detectives from the shooting case approach me as I leave my final class this afternoon.
Thankfully, my professors were understanding and provided me with plenty of notes that I’ll need for their three upcoming assignments. I was granted extensions for each, but I’m hopeful I can turn them in on time, given that I'm not working at the moment.
“How can I help you, detective?” I’m fairly certain about the reason for their visit.
“Can we chat?” I nod and lead them to a picnic table near one of the buildings, where not too many students wander around. “There was a fire out in the bayou late last evening. Can you account for your whereabouts?”
“In bed, sleeping with my fiancé. What would I have to do with a fire?” I hope my acting is as good as when I was a teenager, fooling social workers when Mom drank too heavily to function.
“Well.” They share a look. “As it turns out, the two victims in the fire happened to be the ones who shot up Blue Heights. There were only a couple of survivors.”
In the distance, I spot Vito leaning against his truck, waiting for me, an amused expression on his face.
“A lot of lives were ruined that day.” My anger begins to grow.
“It seems to me like it could be anyone. I also heard Reggie was into drugs. Since he was their original target, wouldn’t it make sense for him to be the one under suspicion instead of one of their victims?
” The tears pooling in my eyes are real, right along with my anger.
“I don’t like being accused of this. Just because I wasn’t shot doesn’t mean I haven’t been traumatized too.
Focus your efforts on the criminals, detectives.
I’m just trying to pick up the pieces of my life now.
” Getting to my feet, I rush over to Vito, who waits with open arms.
Scooping me up, my limbs wrap around him, and he holds me so tight I can’t breathe. “You okay, sugar?” I nod, and he turns, pressing my back into the truck door and tilting my chin up. “They upset you?”
“Only because it had me thinking of my friends again.” And it’s still so painful.
Dropping a kiss on my lips, he lingers until I sigh and start feeling better. “Our attorney will give them a call and make sure they leave us alone.”
“We have a lawyer?” I’ve never even spoken to one before.
“We do. I had a chat with those guys this morning. Had I known you were on their list, I’d have warned you.” He brushes my hair back from my face and presses his lips to my forehead, the reassurance of his love making everything better.
“When can we get married?” My question shocks him. I seem to do that from time to time. “Because I think the courthouse is still open.”
“Right now? You don’t want all the bells and whistles? Big fancy affair?” My head shakes vigorously. “Sugar, you can have anything you want.”
“I just want my Daddy.” Sighing into a kiss as I make love to his mouth this time, he groans and agrees.
And that’s how we wound up married in a quick ceremony, with Karma as our witness and a honeymoon in Tallahassee, celebrating with my mom before flying to Las Vegas so I could meet Vito’s brother and his wife.
Growing up, I never had the picture-perfect family, but I had my mom, and even with all her faults, I never felt unloved or unwanted. Now, Vito and I are determined to give our children everything we never had and so much more.