Chapter 24 #2
Fuck me, it’s like a punch in the chest.
Dropping my bag, I rush forward, hitting my knees and pulling her hands into mine. “What happened, Haddy? Is it the baby? Why are you crying?”
My whole body is tight, and I feel like I’m right on the edge. Her eyes squeeze shut and big tears fall onto her cheeks as she shakes her head. “No… it’s not that.”
A box of tissues is on the floor in front of her, and she grabs several, holding them to her nose as she sniffles another sob.
My stomach twists, and I carefully place my hand on her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s Patsy.” She nods in the direction where the small crate used to be, and I realize it’s gone.
Shifting onto my butt, I look all around the room. All of her doggy things are gone.
“What happened to her?”
“Her owner wanted her back. Gigi was here, and she took her…” Another little cry cuts off her words. “I couldn’t do it, and when I came back and saw the empty place, I just… I can’t stop crying.” Another shuddering inhale. “I guess it’s hormones?”
Her brows furrow and her face wrinkles as she cries more. She’s actually pretty when she cries, which I don’t have time to think about right now.
Reaching out, I pull her into my arms. I lift her into my lap, and she faces me with her legs in a straddle. My arm is around her waist, and I hug her to my chest, sliding my hand up and down her back.
“It’s not hormones, baby. You loved that little dog.”
She nods against my neck, and her voice is muffled as she speaks. “She was so sweet. She made those little squeaky barks, and I would cuddle her under my chin…” She snuffles again.
“Look at me.” I lean back, smoothing her hair away from her face and sliding my thumbs over her damp cheeks.
“I’ll get you a dog. Whatever kind you want.
I know we don’t talk about it very much, but I actually have quite a lot of money.
We can get you one just like Peepee or if you prefer something different, a bigger dog or a different breed.
Gigi could probably help us get one tomorrow. ”
Her brows pull together again, and her lips pull down.
She’s adorably pitiful looking up at me. “Gavin?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”
And with that, she breaks me. My chest splits open leaving my heart for her to steal.
Too late—she’s already stolen it.
Cupping her face in my hands, I wipe more tears off her cheeks with my thumbs. “I told you, I’m not mad at you.”
“But you are, and I need you, Gav. I miss you so much.” Her nose wrinkles and more warm tears float down her face. “I have a Gavin-shaped hole.”
I try to hold back a little longer… and fail. A smile splits my cheeks, and I drop my head back with a groan. “You’re killing me, Princess.”
She leans closer, and her warm lips press against my throat. “You said you’d be there if I needed you, and I need you now.”
Her lashes are damp, but she’s not crying anymore. She’s reaching higher, pulling my neck down to her. It’s no use, I’m gone for this girl.
Our mouths seal, and our lips part. Our tongues slide together, and she rises onto her knees. Her hands move into my hair, and our kisses turn hungry.
It’s been too long, and I want her too much.
I briefly squeeze her ass before sliding my hands higher to the hem of her shirt, under it to the clasp of her bra. Unfastening it, I slide my hands around to lift and knead her breasts as her kisses move along my forehead, down to my ear.
Her soft sighs register straight to my cock, which is hard and aching for her.
“Princess,” I groan as her soft lips trace a line along my temple.
“Love me, Gav.”
With a groan, I move her off my lap briefly so I can stand. Then I lift her into my arms like Cinderella, carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. I toss her onto the bed as I close my door and turn the lock.
She sits up, her blue eyes dark as she pulls the thin T-shirt over her head and drops her unfastened bra to the floor. She’s a fucking goddess on her knees topless in the middle of my bed with her dark curls falling around her shoulders.
Her perfect breasts are fuller, nipples tight, and my mouth waters at the sight of them. I can’t wait to get my hands on her body, but first…
Crossing the room, I hold her face, tilting her head so I can kiss her like I’ve been wanting to do for a week. She holds my wrists, exhaling a whimper as she does her best to keep up with my hungry bites, my desperate pulls, my tongue invading, claiming.
I take a moment to remove my blazer, tossing it onto the chair. Then I reach behind my head to pull the black T-shirt off my body. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip at the sight of my bare chest, and it’s the sexiest thing she’s done all night.
My inner cave-man comes alive. Mine.
She’s as tempting as the first night she saw me naked, the night I put our baby inside her, and I walk over, lowering to my knees. I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.
My hands are large enough to span her midsection, and I pull her stomach to my face. It’s still flat and tight from years of toning, preparing for pageants and staying in shape, but I know what’s hidden inside.
I press my forehead against the top of her ribcage, gazing down to where our little avocado is growing.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing her belly, right beside her navel.
“Gavin…” It’s a soft whisper, and she threads her fingers in my hair.
Turning my head, I place my cheek against her skin, my palm over her stomach, and I close my eyes, thinking of what’s coming, not wanting to miss a thing.
She bends forward to kiss my ear, and I straighten, meeting her beautiful eyes.
Fuck, I can’t say I love you to her yet, but I do.
I love our little baby growing in her beautiful body, and everything, from the moment she fell into my arms until now, every piece of the puzzle, every brick in the wall, it’s all right here… My entire world.
It scares the fuck out of me, and I don’t want to think about it too hard. She has a Gavin-shaped hole, and I’m ready to fill it.
Straightening, I meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are so warm, and her cheeks are flushed. She smiles, placing her palm against my cheek before kissing my lips again.
I cup her breasts in my hands. Everything about her is blooming with life, and she sighs as I lean down to pull a taut nipple into my mouth, giving it a firm suck. I trace my thumb over the other before kissing across to pull it into my mouth.
“Gavin,” she whispers as I move my lips down to her ribs, nipping the skin there between my teeth, leaving a mark.
I want to mark her entire body, like I did the first time. Her belly, her inner thighs.
She squirms, moaning beneath my kisses. I kiss her belly again. With my thumbs, I catch the sides of her pants, taking her underwear with them as I drag them down her legs.
Her thighs fall open, and I cover her bare pussy with my mouth, making her moan loudly as I circle her clit with my tongue.
Her back arches and her fingers stab into my hair as I pull and suck her clit between my lips.
I’m relentless and eager, hungry for her moans, for her wetness on my fingers, my cock.
Every gasp, every soft moan makes me harder. I kiss the crease in her legs, biting the top of her thigh, and she jumps and squeals. I look up once more to meet her eyes, shining with desire, her full lips parted in a smile.
“Ready to come for me, Princess?” My voice is rough, and she nods, licking her lips.
I can’t resist moving up quickly to kiss her mouth before returning to the place I know will make her scream. She’s almost there, and I want to feel her pulsing and throbbing when I fill her.