Chapter 18
Goldie
I stare at the wall, unable to fall asleep as easily as Davis did after we both cried when he’d gone through all of the pictures I’d taken of Lily on my phone while he’d been gone. His favorite was the last one, with Lily in the pink ball cap, which he said he wanted to get printed and framed to hang on the wall by the front door so it’d be the first and last thing he’d see whenever he comes and goes.
Apparently, he’s actually not all that interested in football, like I assumed he was. It was his dad who was obsessed, and most of the ball caps and memorabilia around the house belonged to him. What Davis is most interested in are the memories of growing up watching football with his dad, which is why he still wears the caps and watches all the games, even after his dad passed.
It makes my heart sore that I don’t have any memories like that with my dad. Lily won’t either, at least not with Colton. If Davis truly means what he said about loving us—if this is the real deal—then Lily will have the opportunity to make sweet memories with him— her dad . He’s already promised to take her to as many games as he can when she’s older. He talked about doing so with any future children we may have as well, which was a stark reminder that I need to get on birth control when I go to my six-week checkup so I’ll be protected whenever I do get my period back.
Davis shifts in his sleep and drapes an arm over my waist, and I’m all too aware that he’s hard, his erection pressed against my ass, though he goes right back to snoring lightly. His warm exhalations on my neck make me shiver in delight after a brutal two days of one scare after another regarding Mrs. Fitzroy.
I inch backward into his hold, hoping his body heat will lull me to sleep, but if anything, I’m more awake now that I can feel the firm length of him more closely, making my heart beat faster. Rolling my hips experimentally, I wonder how long it would take for him to wake up if I keep this up. Could I make him cum in his sleep? It’s an intriguing thought.
Other than moaning softly a few times, Davis doesn’t stir. Doesn’t tighten his arm or grind against me, though his cock has grown more rigid. If I roll my hips just right, I can feel the mushroom head of him poking me in the back. Now that I’m all hot and bothered, there’s even less of a chance of falling asleep until I get this out of my system.
God , how I’ve missed sex. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when I got pregnant with Lily, though Colton and I always used condoms—another reason why I want to start birth control since at least one of our condoms failed. The only thing that surprised us was how often I wanted it after I finally gave in and gave him my virginity a year after he asked me to be his girlfriend. Men, as society tells us, are the ones who are always supposed to have sex on the brain, but I was the one who initiated things most often. It’s been a lonely eight months with just my hands to keep me company after Colton left.
Closing my eyes and bringing up the memory of riding Davis on the couch, I slip my hand into my panties and find my clit, rolling it with my middle finger until my hips jerk with the first sparks of pleasure. They jerk again when Davis mumbles something too low for me to hear and yanks on my waistband, working my panties down over my ass with short, uncoordinated movements.
I arch my back and bite my lip to contain my gasp when he enters me…and then stops. I frown and rock my hips back to take an inch more than just his crown, but still, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t slide his hand under my shirt, grip my hips, or thrust forward.
I whisper, “Davis?” Nothing. He’s still asleep. I wait, relishing the burn of his thick cock stretching my opening, wanting him to thrust his whole length inside me. I’m practically panting with need, but still, nothing.
Squeezing my eyes shut with disappointment, I roll forward so he’ll fall out, and even just that tiny fraction of movement has me gripping the sheets, moaning with pleasure. I rock back and take him in, gasping. Back and forth and back and forth, I fuck the tip of his cock, unable to stop as my pussy grows wetter. I’m going to explode if I don’t cum soon.
I shove my hand back down to work my clit, jerking my hips with more force until I’ve taken half his cock, and even then I need more. “Davis, Daddy,” I moan.
Davis wakes with a jolt and grips my hip, forcing me to halt. “Fuck, fuck, I did it again.” He makes a strangled groan and starts pulling out. “Please don’t hate me.”
I reach up and behind me to slip my fingers into his hair and pull his face into my neck. “No, no, no. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need to cum.”
Davis flexes his fingers on my hip. “You’re really ok with this? Me forcing you—”
“I forced you ,” I confess, suddenly scared that I took things too far and he’s going to be horrified. “I mean, you kind of started it, but then I…”
His cock head twitches inside me. “You what?”
I swallow. “I couldn’t stop.”
“Stop what? Tell me, were you fucking me in my sleep?” he asks incredulously.
“Yes,” I blurt and wiggle my hips. “I’m sorry. I should have stopped. I don’t know why—”
Davis growls, and I barely hold back from screaming at the sudden burst of movement when he rolls over on top of me, forcing me onto my stomach with his knees on either side of mine, pinning my legs together. He thrusts deep inside me and drops his face into the crook of my neck from behind.
“Fuck me, baby. All this time, I’ve been scared out of my mind that you’d hate me if I did it again, but you want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I scream into my pillow, softening the sound.
He pulls his hips back and plunges inside, making my toes curl. “You want Daddy to take you in your sleep?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Davis pauses, and I groan, trying to roll my hips beneath him.
“Whenever Daddy wakes up hard and needs your warm pussy? Or can I—”
“Yes, oh god, whenever you want, Daddy! I need it. Need you.”
His chest puffs out against my back when he sucks in a huge breath. “No takebacks,” he says low, almost like a threat. “Daddy’s gonna take you whenever, wherever I want.”
My pussy clenches around him. “No takebacks,” I pant in agreement.
“Fuck, baby.” He walks back on his knees to straddle my lower legs and yanks my hips into the air. Before he can thrust, I push up onto my hands and throw my ass back to take all of him. Over and over again, I rock, directing how fast and deep we go until my arms give out, and I scream into my pillow when I cum.
“Your golden pussy is choking my dick. Oh fuck, I need to cum.” Davis takes over, giving me hard and fast thrusts, working me up again as he gets closer to finding his own release. I whip my head around when he suddenly cries out, sucking in air, grimacing. He pulls out and falls over on his back, clutching the back of his right thigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Fucking leg cramp.”
Even though I’m tired and sated, I don’t mind taking over again so he can get his release. I kick off my panties and scramble on top of him, straddling his hips and facing away from him in my favorite position.
“Oh baby, I didn’t know you could be any more perfect.”
I moan as I sink onto his cock, loving how I can take all of him in this position, even though he’s double the size of Colton, stretching me almost to the point of pain. Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his lower thighs and ride him, widening my knees so I can sink lower as I bounce my ass up and down.
“Oh my god, you feel so good. Even better than Colton,” I moan since I was just thinking about him.
Davis growls and pops both asscheeks at the same time, making me cry out. “Don’t say his fucking name in our bed. I’m going to make you forget he ever existed. No one else exists but us.”
He lifts one hand, and I whisper-shout before he can pop me again, “I’m sorry!”
He squeezes my cheek. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He grunts and bucks his hips up. “Say my name again, baby.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl.” Davis presses his thumbs between my cheeks to spread them apart. I know he can’t see anything with the lights off, but that doesn’t stop him from groaning and telling me how beautiful I am.
I pause when he dips his thumbs lower to caress my spread pussy lips around his cock, wets them with my arousal, and drags them up to my backside.
“Have you ever had anything here?” he asks with a husky voice.
“No.” Colton wasn’t as adventurous as I turned out to be. Davis pulls his thumbs away, and I lower my chest, presenting more of myself to him as I grind on his cock and peek around my shoulder. “But I’m willing to try.” I’m willing to try anything with him.
Davis lets loose a long groan and makes a popping sound with his mouth, one of his thumbs even wetter when he presses it between my cheeks. I stop grinding when he circles my backside and then pushes just the tip of it inside me. I choke on a breath, feeling a deep burning there, making my pussy tighten and pulse around him.
He pops my ass with his other hand unexpectedly, making me writhe on his lap and tug his dick. “Don’t stop, baby. Ride my cock.” So I do, but when he presses his thumb in further to the first knuckle, I go still again.
He pops me once more, and I cry out, distressed that I can’t do what he tells me to. “I can’t. Oh god, it’s too good. Can’t move.”
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, baby. Daddy’s got you.” Davis sits up and bands an arm around my waist to roll us back onto my stomach. He pulls out and commands with a deep, gritty voice, “Head down, ass up.”
I press my cheek into my pillow and arch my back with my ass in the air. He praises me for following his directions and drives his first two fingers into my pussy. He curls his fingers to gather more of my arousal, pulls them out, then shoves his cock inside to the hilt.
I turn and bite the pillow to muffle my scream, practically shredding it with my teeth when he starts forcing one of his wet fingers inside my ass. It’s not as wide as his thumb, and he’s able to go deeper. He thrusts it in and out in time with his cock, and the sensation is overwhelming.
I’m nothing but a writhing, crying mess. I’m oblivious to everything except my pleasure, just taking, taking, taking whatever Davis gives me. It’s when he forces his finger inside me as far as it will go that my climax slams into me, making me spasm at the sheer force of it. “Can’t breathe…too good…Daddy!”
“Oh, baby, yes!”
I sob into my pillow as he thrusts in and out of me, almost brutally so, until he finally finds his release, filling me with his heat.
Davis collapses forward on top of me, and my hips crash to the mattress with his cock plugging his cum inside of me. The breath is momentarily knocked from my lungs, and I lay there limp beneath him, his large body enveloping me like a warm, weighted blanket. I find just enough energy to pull one of his arms under me and cradle it like a body pillow or teddy bear. Utterly depleted, my eyelids flutter shut, and I fall asleep in peace.
Davis
There’s a pep in my step and a warmth deep in my heart as I strap Lily to my chest in her baby carrier after she nurses in the morning, and I leave Goldie to sleep in a little longer while I do some chores. Yesterday may have been hell with Mrs. Fitzroy showing up with the intention of taking my daughter, but it was sandwiched between two of the most erotic, emotionally overwhelming and fulfilling experiences of my life.
Goldie may have been upset about me cumming inside her yesterday morning, but last night…Neither of us mentioned the consequences of me cumming inside her bare, unprotected pussy again. I fell asleep before I could google how quickly a woman can get pregnant again after giving birth.
The thought of having two little Lilys running around has my dick twitching with the need to bury it inside my woman so I can fill her up again. Except, next time, I’m leaving a light on so I can watch her pussy lips spread to take my cock and her asshole swallow my finger at the same time. If I ever get my dick inside her tight hole, it’s going to choke the life out of me.
I’m looking forward to that.
To get my mind and dick off Goldie, I hum In My Arms by Mark Wills, tearing up at the sweet lyrics as I dance around with Lily in between throwing the clean, wet laundry into the dryer.
It’s crazy to think how fast my life changed when I found Goldie stowed away in my rig. Maybe there is something magical about Berenson Trucking, and I wonder if any of my co-workers will find their soulmates out on the road. Because that’s what Goldie is— my soulmate .
After quickly discarding the idea of bringing the girls with me on my next job, knowing the long hours in the truck would be hell on Goldie and especially on Lily, I plan on heading to the warehouse today to tell Russell that I’m quitting. I really mean it this time. Berenson Trucking has been a godsend when it came to making enough money to take care of my dad. I don’t want to disappoint Russell by bailing on my next long-haul with such short notice, but I’m not willing to leave Goldie running ragged, trying to do everything—taking care of Lily, herself, and the house—on her own. It goes double for leaving her home alone in case her ex’s bitch of a mother comes after her again.
I’m not sure what kind of job I’ll be able to find since I started driving right after getting my bachelor’s degree in a field I have no interest in. I only picked accounting because I didn’t know what else to do, and it was at the top of the list of majors, but the thought of sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day somehow seems even worse than sitting in a truck, driving for fourteen hours a day. It would be worth it, though.
For now, I’m going to ask to switch back to local deliveries, like Wyatt did, until I can find something else where I can come home on my lunch break and eat with my girls. Maybe even get in a quickie if I’m lucky and Lily is napping.
Yeah, definitely worth it.
* * *
I find Russell leaning over his laptop on the gray Formica countertop in the warehouse’s breakroom. He’s muttering to himself as he researches what appears to be the average cost of endometriosis surgery without health insurance.
“I knew it,” I say with a snap of my fingers, making Russell damn near jump out of his skin and slam the laptop shut.
“Knew what?” he barks out, spinning around to face me.
“Knew she was your woman,” I say, grabbing a Styrofoam cup from the cabinet above the counter and pouring myself a cup of steaming hot coffee from the small pot next to the ancient microwave. “You’re trying to figure out how to pay for Layla’s surgery so she doesn’t have to keep working so many extra jobs, yeah?” I gulp half my coffee and almost spit it out at the bitter taste. I dump the rest down the tiny sink.
“Shut the fuck up.” Russell hikes his jeans up with his thumbs in the belt loops, looking away from my shit-eating grin. “I was not.”
“Sure you weren’t, boss.” I laugh when he grits his teeth and discards his untouched cup of coffee as well.
“I wasn’t. And stop calling her my woman. She’s young enough to be my daughter. I don’t think about her that way.”
“Sure you don’t.” After that quick exchange, my humor fades. “Listen, I need to talk to you.”
Russell nods once and clears his throat. “Let’s take this to my office.” He grabs his laptop and swerves around me, leading me to the front left of the warehouse to the side entrance of his heated office.
I close the door behind me and settle onto the metal folding chair opposite his disorganized desk, overflowing with stacks of invoices, manila folders, and sticky notes. “I want to start by saying thank you for everything you’ve done for me regarding my dad. Truly. And because of that, I hate what I have to do on such short notice, but…I can’t go back out on the road next week. I was thinking, maybe I can—”
Russell leans forward with his elbows on the desk. “You’re fired.”
I rock back in my seat, feeling like I’ve taken a kick to my ribs. “Well, shit, Russell. You’re not even gonna let me explain myself? What happened to not letting me quit?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “You can’t do your job? Fine. You’re fired.”
“Goddamn, man. So that’s it? Twelve years at BT, and you won’t even think about letting me go local again until I find something else?” I slap my ball cap on my thigh and shove a hand through my hair. “I’ve got a family to take care of now.”
Russell grins and leans back in his large office chair, and my blood boils, my head pounding with the need to jump over the desk and clock him in the face. No doubt I’d end up in jail alongside Mrs. Fitzroy and wouldn’t get a good job reference out of him if I did that, though.
“I knew you were a cranky bastard, but I didn’t know you were such an asshole,” I say, fisting my hands on my thighs.
Russell laughs, and I see red. I’m halfway out of my seat, thinking jail might be worth it, until he says, “Sit the fuck down, Davis. Goddamn, you’re so easy to rile up. I needed that.”
I dig my nails into my palms as I lower my ass back onto the seat. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“Payback for all the teasing and grief you’ve been giving me about Layla.”
After taking a deep breath to calm myself, I ask, “So…I’m not fired?”
He shakes his head. “Oh no, you’re definitely fired.”
“What the fuck, man?”
“But I’m hiring you on as my warehouse manager.”
I tip my head toward the large Plexiglas window that looks out into the warehouse just as Jared walks by, his dark hair cut close to the scalp as always despite being out of the Marine Corps for more than a decade. “You planning on firing Jared and giving me his job? He’s got a kid on the way, and you know how much he and Violet have spent on IVF. That’d be fucking cruel. I may not want to be fired, but I sure as shit don’t want to take his position out from under him.”
Russell folds his hands over his stomach. “You done with your lecture yet?”
I throw my hands up like Goldie would do when exasperated. “Yes?”
“You’ve been out on the road too long and out of the loop. Violet’s wedding planning business has taken off. Jared’s leaving to run the admin side of things full-time. He’s the one who suggested you take over his position.”
I blow out a massive sigh and cross my ankle over my knee, my foot bouncing with agitation. “You could have led with that instead of making my asshole clench. I’m sweating bullets here.”
“Like I said, that’s what you get, but I got a way to make it up to you.” He flashes me his teeth with a wide grin.
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
“The position comes with a raise.”
“Could have led with that, too.” I’m wearing a matching grin now, feeling on top of the world.
Russell puts a palm on the left side of his chest. “Yeah, but I’m sure you can find it in your heart to forgive me when you get your first paycheck. Jared’s last day is Friday after next. You can start training with him tomorrow, then take over from there.”
“Ah, shit.” My smile drops, and so does his.
“What’s going on?”
“Listen, I can’t do Monday.”
His brows dip with concern. “Why the hell not?”
“You want the short or long version?”
Russell checks the gold metal watch on his wrist since he’s an old fart who doesn’t have his phone glued to his hand twenty-four-seven—something else I like to give him shit about. “I got time. Hit me.”
I give him the long version of events, watching his face darken when I tell him about Colton’s mother showing up out of the blue, trying to forcibly take Lily, and how we’re going down to the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning. At the end of it, he looks ready to murder the crazy bitch.
“You take as much time as you need to make sure your girls are safe, son. And you let me know if you need help, yeah?” Russell cracks his knuckles, then waves me off. “Get out of here. Go home.”
We stand and shake hands over his desk. I hold on a little longer when he tries to pull his hand away. “You’re a good man, Russell, behind all that crankiness, and I really can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.”
“Yeah, well, you can pay me back by bringing Marigold and Lily around to meet me. Let me hold that baby of yours.” With surprising openness, he says quietly, “It’s been too long since I’ve had a little one.”
“Of course.” I push my hair back and put my cap on as I stand.
Russell looks off to the side when I swing the office door open and crosses his arms over his chest. He says almost wistfully, “You ever just smell her hair? That newborn smell?” He breathes in deep through his nose as if the lingering scent of diesel has been replaced with that of baby shampoo. “Ain’t nothing like it.”
“Yeah, man, I do.” I know he doesn’t get to see his son much since Paul splits his time between his university, his mom’s place, and Russell’s. “You, uh, ever think about having another kid?”
Russell pats the middle of his chest like he’s got that ache I sometimes get. “Nah. Too old now. Too much of a cranky bastard.” He smiles at the joke, but there’s no genuine humor behind it. He seems to remember I’m there all of a sudden and clears his throat. “Get on out of here, son. Give your woman the good news.”
I tip my brim at him. “Will do, boss. Will do.”
On my way out, I bump into Wyatt on his way in for work. Without greeting, he narrows his dark eyes on me and says, “Dolly says she wants you to come to dinner tonight. Bring the family.”
“She’s not the one cooking, is she?” I grimace.
Wyatt cracks his knuckles. “Are you making fun of my wife’s cooking?”
“Well, shit.” I shake my head. “You’re a cranky bastard, too. Something in the water ‘round here?”
Wyatt’s mean mug breaks into a face-splitting grin, and he laughs heartily enough to have me laughing right alongside him. “God help her, I love that woman, but no, she’s not cooking on her own. Our mamas are coming over to help. Keep her from setting a pan on fire. Hopefully.”
“Alright, then. It’s been a while since I had some of your mama’s fine cooking.”
He pats his stomach. “How do you think I got to be so big?” If I’m built like a linebacker, he’s built like a defensive end or tackler. He’s a man you don’t want to test, especially where his family is concerned. “Six o’clock,” he says without saying goodbye, heading into Russell’s office.