Chapter 16
Goldie
I wasn’t a coffee or tea drinker before having Lily, but I wouldn’t have survived these weeks without caffeine. The rich smell of a freshly brewed pot calls to me as I leave the bedroom and pad toward the kitchen, stopping at the mouth of the hallway. This, of course, is after my momentary freakout, finding Lily missing from her crib just an hour after nursing her and putting her back to bed. It was the discarded cowboy boots on the bedroom floor that was curiously clear of the piles of laundry I had left scattered about that snapped me out of my terror.
Davis is home, and if he keeps the promise he uttered last night when he thought I was asleep, he’ll be home every day. I refuse to get my hopes up, though. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t get caught up in the warm, heady feeling I experienced when he touched me last night. Won’t let myself get used to the idea of sleeping next to him since last night was a one-time-only thing. Won’t long for the feeling of his breath on the back of my neck in our sleep between Lily’s wakeful moments or wish to wake up in his comforting arms every morning, as if he were my husband. As if he loved me.
In fact, I’ll go right into the kitchen and tell him—“What you said last night,” I blurt to his beautifully tattooed naked back as he sips from a mug, cradling a sleeping Lily in his other arm as he stares out the kitchen window, “is ridiculous. It’s not fair, and I want you to take it back.”
Davis sets his mug down on the clean countertop next to the surprisingly empty kitchen sink. He turns to face me with a brow raised to his sleep-rumpled hair that I had my fingers tangled in just a few hours ago. My fingers twitch to comb through it again and smooth it out.
He leans a hip against the counter. “Take what back?”
I push my frizzy hair behind my shoulder, wishing the sight of him holding Lily didn’t make me want to rub my thighs together. “That thing you said about never leaving again. I know you’re still paying off your dad’s medical bills, and I’m not going to stand in the way of you doing your job.”
He tips his head to the side, studying me. “Is that all?”
I shift on my bare feet. “Um…yes?”
A slow grin splits his beautiful face, made all the more handsome by the beard he still hasn’t shaved off. “You sure?” he asks, his voice thick like honey.
I throw my hands up in the air when his grin turns smug, and he shuffles around the kitchen island toward me. “Yes. Why are you smiling?”
Davis draws me quickly into his broad chest with an arm around my shoulders, and I stumble over my feet, careful not to smash Lily between us and risk waking her up just yet. He drops a kiss on my crown and says, “Because you make Daddy so happy, baby.”
I push away from him. “Wait, no, that’s not—”
“No takebacks,” Davis says, trying to pull me back.
I throw my hands up again, then set them on my hips. “You can’t show up randomly and claim you’re my Daddy again. Not after everything you said when you left. That’s not how it works.”
“Sure it is.” I squeak when Davis spins me around and smacks my right asscheek.
“Dangit, Davis! Not this again.” I turn back around with a scowl while rubbing my stinging cheek.
Davis disappears down the hall into the bedroom, then reappears without Lily. I know I should run from the heat in his gaze, knowing he might push me away again after he does what his eyes promise to do to my body. But I sway forward like a moth to a flame. Like a woman who has missed her man. Missed his solid, safe presence by her side.
With his empty hands now gripping my biceps, he guides me toward the kitchen island, spins me around, and then forces me to bend over the counter with his hand between my shoulder blades. It happens so fast that I don’t have time to reach behind me to protect myself when he gives me two harder smacks on my left asscheek, snapping me out of his thrall.
“Goddamnit!” I fight like a cornered animal to straighten up, but he holds me down firmly. I want to stomp on his foot with my heel, but I can’t see the floor. With his free hand, Davis shoves my panties down until they drop to my ankles, and he delivers a harder spanking that leaves me squealing. “Fuck you! That hurt.”
Davis squeezes and rubs my sore asscheek. “That’s what a bad girl gets when she curses at her Daddy.” Then he pops me again.
This time, I do try to stomp on his foot, hoping I can get away and lock myself in the bathroom, but my heel collides with the tiled floor, sending a jolt up my leg that hurts worse than his smacks.
Davis kicks my feet apart, and a sudden, harsh exhale on the back of my thighs has me clawing at the smooth counter to get away from the ticklish sensation. Davis parts my cheeks and dives in, pressing the entirety of his face against my pussy and his tongue against my clit, his beard scraping deliciously across my skin.
I go right up on my tiptoes, then drop my heels to grind against his tongue because, oh god , it feels so good, and the urge to run away seeps out of my bones. I slap the counter with frustration when Davis retreats.
“I’m going to eat your pussy, and afterward, you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened yesterday.” He dives in again and flicks his tongue back and forth, then backs away right when I’m on the edge of climaxing.
“Quit teasing me!”
“When did you stop bleeding?”
I try to think back through the swirling fog of lust. “Like a week ago. Why?”
Davis nips the underside of my right asscheek, making me squeal. “When’s your six-week checkup?”
Losing my patience as my clit pulses with need, I raise my voice. “Tuesday. Why?”
“Damnit. Three more days.” He kisses my inner thighs. “I was hoping you’d gotten the all-clear already.”
“All-clear for what?” I’m about to kick him if he doesn’t stop talking and go back to licking my pussy pronto.
“For me to fuck you the way we both want.”
With that shocking statement, I freeze, my mind zipping at a million miles an hour with how to escape him when he’s so much bigger and stronger than me. As much as I’ve missed having sex, of being intimate and close with another person, I’m not about to let Davis stick his cock in me like this. We’re not really a couple, and we wouldn’t be making love—though I’m starting to think what I did with Colton wasn’t making love either, at least not for him. This would be a meaningless, hard and fast, dirty fuck on the counter.
I try to shift my feet closer together. “That’s not what I want.”
Pop . “Don’t lie to Daddy. Your pussy is soaking wet, and you’re chasing my tongue, baby.”
“No, I’m not!”
Pop. “Keep lying to me, and you’ll get another,” he growls.
I growl right back with frustration. At him. At me. Because he’s right—I am wet, and I do want him, as much as I shouldn’t. But not like this. I throw my head back when he stands and bands an arm around my waist to pull me up off the counter, and my skull connects with his chin.
“Ah, fuck!” He drops his arm, and I spin around. I give him a one-two—I stomp my heel with all my strength on his bare foot, then try to punch him in the throat. He grunts and catches my fist with one hand. I immediately try to yank it back, but his eyes go dark, and he doesn’t let me go. “Oh, you’re going to get it now, baby.”
Davis bends to scoop me up with his hands under my ass and drops me on the cold island, shoving his hand between my breasts so that I lay flat on my back. When I raise a knee in the air to kick him, he grins like a maniac, grabs the back of my thigh, and pushes my knee up to my shoulder.
For the second time this morning, I yell with exasperation, “Why are you smiling?”
“I’ve got you right where I want you.” I gape at him, realizing that all my fighting has put me in a worse position than before—my pussy spread wide and bare before him. “Daddy’s going to spank the brat right out of you.” He delivers a lightning-fast pop over my clit.
The action rips an involuntary moan right out of me, and I would arch my back if I weren’t pinned down. Then the sexy bastard flattens his fingers over my mound to massage my clit, making my core clench with the need to cum. He drives me toward climax, and I don’t try to stop him by using my free leg to fight him off. I crave his touch and the promise of release. Even as I try to remember all the reasons why this is a bad idea, I prop my foot on the counter and drop my knee to the side, spreading myself even wider.
His eyes flash, and if I could see his cock, I bet it would be hard as a rock. “Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you?”
“N-No!” I push my hands into my hair and arch my neck.
“Liar.” Davis raises his hand, glistening wet. He sucks his fingers and moans. “You taste like a fucking dessert.” Then he delivers another harsh slap to my clit that lights me up inside like fireworks.
I writhe and moan when he goes back to massaging my clit, tossing my head from side to side at the pleasure when he lowers himself and eats my pussy in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head. Smack . I gasp, then moan when he sucks my clit and massages it with his tongue. Smack . Massage. Another smack leaves me a whimpering mess.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close to cumming, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Daddy’s going to give you his tongue every day. Every day , baby,” he stresses, and god help me , I don’t want to believe he’s going to stick around, but my heart does.
“Daddy,” I moan, drawing the word out as an overwhelming emotion I don’t understand rises like the tide inside me, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye and down my temple. “I missed you, Daddy.”
Davis kisses his way up my body and takes my lips, neither of us closing our eyes, lost in each other’s. The hard and fast dirty semi-fucking that I didn’t want in the beginning transforms into a slow and sensual massage that has my heart beating erratically. I love the heat of Davis on top of me, and I palm his face, committing the tender look in his eyes to memory. I don’t dare to blink. This is how I want him to look at me all the time.
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he says, swallowing hard, making his Adam’s apple bob. “You have no idea how much these weeks apart have killed me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.”
I bite my bottom lip because I’m not sure I quite forgive him either. Not yet, at least.
“You’re so beautiful, Goldie. So sweet and fiery at the same time.” Davis drops his face in the hollow of my neck when I buck into his hand as he increases the pressure on my clit, and he whispers, “Cum for me. Give us what we both need.” Over and over again, he repeats it until my belly caves in, and I orgasm with a strangled cry. “That’s it, that’s it, baby. You cum so beautifully.”
More tears slip down my temples, and I try to roll onto my side after he draws himself back when my orgasm fully recedes. I have no idea why I’m crying or why my whole body is trembling as my tears turn into a torrential downpour.
Davis releases my thigh and scoops me off the counter. I automatically wrap my tingling legs around his waist and my arms over his shoulders as I turn my face into his neck. He’s so solid and real and here . I cry even harder.
Davis drops onto the couch with me still in his arms, straddling his thighs. I inch closer and closer as we tighten our embrace. He slips a hand under my shirt to rub his palm up and down my back as he makes shushing noises, whispering about what a good girl I am, how much he’s missed me, and how he’ll hold me as I let it all out .
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I croak, Davis’s neck wet and slippery with my tears that just won’t stop.
“That was an emotional experience as much as a physical one, yeah?” I nod, and he slides a hand up to slip his fingers into the back of my hair. He gently tugs on the tangled strands to pull me back, then brushes his nose against mine. “It was for me, too.” We lock eyes, tears pooling along his lower lashes.
I make the first move, cupping his undoubtedly bruised chin, and tilt my head to the side to press my lips against his.
Davis
I have never shared a kiss like this. We both tear up after an overwhelming emotional release as Goldie parts her lips and meets my tongue with a mewl. If I wasn’t already half in love with Goldie, I think this is when it would fully sink in. Every sexual encounter I’ve had before her has been nothing but a cheap physical release, but this, her heart beating against mine—this is love. I know it.
What started as an intense but slow meeting of our lips turns heated as she rocks her hips over the erection I’ve had since waking up with her small, warm body wrapped in my arms as if she were my wife. I glide my hands down to grip her wide, naked hips to slide her along my cock, my sweatpants sticking to my skin as she drenches the fabric with her wet pussy.
I break the kiss to throw my head back against the couch. She kisses along the underside of my jaw, then down to suck on my pulse point. “Oh, baby, you feel so good. Going to make Daddy cum so hard in my pants.”
Goldie lifts herself off my lap. Shit , she’s turning me away like she did last night, and I know I deserve it. Thinking she’s going to climb off and leave me to my own devices, I force myself to loosen my grip on her. I moan low and deep when she surprises me by tugging my waistband down and pulling my cock out with her fist around my shaft. This is the first time she’s touched me like this, working her hand up and down until it’s slick with my pre-cum.
Goldie’s eyes are a stormy gray sea that snares my soul. It’s undeniable. I love her. These are the eyes I want to wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. The eyes I want to stare deeply into as we say our vows at the altar. The eyes I want to watch blow wide with lust and runaway desire as we make love and fill our home and hearts with more children.
“Goldie…” I moan and flex my fingers when she angles my dick and takes the fat tip of it into her swollen, wet heat. It takes every ounce of my willpower to dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips to prevent her from sinking any lower. “We can’t do this, baby.”
Her eyes flash with hurt. “You don’t want to?”
“Of course, I do,” I rush to say. I want to shake her, wipe that hurt right off her gorgeous face. “But you haven’t been to the doctor yet, and I don’t want to hurt you…” any more than I already have , I finish silently.
Her brows relax, and she softens her expression as she gingerly starts rolling her hips, clenching and releasing the sensitive head of my dick that has my balls already drawing up, ready to empty inside her.
“It doesn’t hurt.” She ensnares me once more when she whispers in a thick voice, “And I want this. Want you …” She leans in and kisses me again as she widens her knees and jerks her hips to take more of me inside her.
“As much as I’m dying to get inside you, we can’t, baby. Not yet,” I murmur against her lips as I try to take control of her and lift her up. “And we still need to talk about last night.”
“Please, Daddy,” she pants and flexes.
“Oh fuck, baby. Please, I’m trying to do right by you. We have to wait…the doctor…your checkup. We have to—” I buck up a little further inside her when she slips her tongue in my mouth to cut me off. I rip my mouth away after a few feverish seconds. “Fuck, you feel so incredible wrapped around me.”
“I want to be with you, Daddy.”
“I want that, too,” I breathe out. “But…but we can’t go any further than an inch or two until you get the all-clear. Ok?”
Goldie makes a little noise of frustration but finally nods, and then all bets are off as I help her slowly bounce on the tip of my cock, our eyes locked tight on each other.
“Goldie, baby. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful and precious as you,” I say, my heart beating for her and her alone. It’s both nirvana being inside of her and also excruciating, only going so far as a few inches instead forcing myself fully inside her snug, golden pussy for the first time.
Goldie palms the side of my face and tilts her head to kiss me again. I get so wrapped up in her that I accidentally pull her halfway down my length. She breaks the kiss with a high-pitched mewl.
I freeze and grab her waist. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh god, no. You’re so big…it’s perfect. So perfect.”
“You’re the one who’s perfect, honey,” I say with awe because it’s true. It’s never been this perfect with anyone else. Goldie writhes and moans and begs for more as I move her in earnest, quickening the pace until we’re both gasping for breath once she’s fully seated on my cock.
“Oh god, so perfect,” she echoes breathily as she grinds on my lap. “I want you. All of you.”
“I’ll give you everything,” I vow to her, then drop the leash on my control, picking her up and dropping her on my lap, meeting her halfway down to thrust up into the woman who stole my heart from the very beginning. “The universe knew what it was doing when it brought me to you at just the right time. To shelter you. Take care of you. Be there for you when you had Lily, and then bring you home with me.”
She grips my shoulders and nods, her eyes once again swimming with tears, though she’s smiling this time. “Yes, yes.”
“And I need you as much as you need me.”
Goldie slows her pace and looks away. “You don’t need me.”
“Yes, I do. Look at me.” I drag her hand down and press it flat to the left side of my chest when she brings her gorgeous eyes back to mine. “You ease the ache in my heart, the one that burns for you when we’re apart.”
“It burns because of me?”
“ For you. Not because of you. Marigold, Goldie, honey, baby. I was miserable without you. Every second of every day was agonizing when we were apart. I need all of you in every way. If you give me another chance, I won’t be an idiot again and ruin what we have.”
A few tears slip down her cheeks. “Oh, Davis…”
If this were any other time, I’d grin and spank her for not calling me Daddy while we’re metaphorically in bed, but right now…what we’re doing is so much deeper. Deeper than the role I’ve enthusiastically taken on for her. It’s a soul-deep connection between everything that makes up her being and everything that makes up mine.
Marigold and Davis. Perfect .
When she moans my name again, I just about hit my peak. “I’m going to cum if you keep saying my name like that.”
“Yes, I want you to cum. Want to make you feel as good as you made me.” Goldie bucks and swivels her ass on my lap, trying to milk my orgasm right out of me.
“Not yet. Need you to cum first.”
“No. I already got off. This is about you.”
“No, baby, this is about us .” I work a hand between our bellies, and Goldie is so slick and ramped up that it only takes thirty seconds of petting her clit as we kiss for her to detonate on my lap.
Goldie’s back arches with pleasure, and I continue playing with her clit to draw her orgasm out, making her pussy walls clench even tighter around me. “Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. I can feel you cumming around me. Gonna make me—” cum inside you . Something stops me from finishing my sentence out loud.
A possessive fire burns me up from the inside out as I free my arm and wrap both around her back, crushing her against my chest until there’s no space left between us to breathe as I lay claim to my woman, giving her the most primal part of me by filling her to the brim with my cum when I orgasm. I know what the consequences may be in doing so, and I love it. Silently pray for it as she takes my pleasure to new heights.
Goldie moans with each spurt, clenching impossibly tighter like she’s trying to suck my cum deeper into her fertile body, whether she is conscious of doing so or not.
When I have nothing left to give and slump against the couch with her lax in my arms, I claim her with my words, too. “ My Marigold. My Goldie.” Goldie slowly leans back, and I look her straight in the eye. “ Mine .”