Chapter 10
His girl was running herself ragged.
And Spike fucking hated that.
She needed to rest. To relax. He wasn’t even sure that she was sleeping. He tried to stay awake each night to ensure that she lay down beside him and slept, but he kept fucking falling asleep before she did.
They’d been home for three nights now and enough was enough. She was taking care of everyone else and wasn’t letting anyone look after her.
Sometimes, he’d wake up and find her sitting next to the bed, just staring at him.
Yeah, the doctor had said that he had to take things easy. But that didn’t mean he was a fucking invalid. Today, he was getting up, showering and going downstairs to eat.
Climbing from the bed, he headed into the attached bathroom. After using the toilet and brushing his teeth, he felt a lot better. But his energy was fading fast. Fuck.
Turning on the shower, he stripped out of the boxers he was wearing and got in. As he started to wash himself the bathroom door opened and Millie ran in.
“Spike!” she cried out, rushing to the shower. Pulling open the door, she stared at him.
She still had dark marks under her eyes, marring her too-pale skin.
She was wearing a pair of pants and a long sweatshirt.
Which he also didn’t like. His girl wore dresses. Not pants and sweaters.
Her dark hair was pinned up, flyaway strands falling down.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, her hands on her hips.
He frowned. He didn’t mind her calling him Spike or Quillon. But he preferred to be called Daddy.
And it might make him a hypocrite, but he also didn’t appreciate her scolding tone.
“I’m Daddy.”
She bit her lip, giving him a nervous look. As well she should.
“You’re injured,” she stated. “You should be in bed.”
“I needed a shower.”
“Why didn’t you call for me?” she fretted, rubbing her hands together. “I could have given you another sponge bath.”
That sponge bath would have been enjoyable had she taken care of his hard dick. But she’d refused to, worried that she’d hurt him.
He didn’t know how that would even be possible.
Spike ran his hand over his dick, washing it, squeezing it. Her breath caught as she stared down at him.
“Why don’t you come in here and bathe me?” he murmured.
“I . . . I really think you should get out,” she said, her gaze still on his hand as he stroked himself. “You could get dizzy and fall.”
“I’m not dizzy.” Well, maybe a little light-headed. But he wasn’t telling her that. “Get in here.”
She shook her head, stepping back and grabbing a towel. “You come out and I’ll dry you off. I made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.”
Yeah. He didn’t like that either. His girl wasn’t supposed to touch the stove.
All right, so he knew she wasn’t Little all the time. But he cooked her meals. That was just the way their dynamic worked.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t burn anything this time. Reverend Pat helped. He kept an eye on the eggs.”
“I’m cooking from now on.”
“You have to rest, Spike.”
He shot her a look as he finished rinsing off and stepped out. “What do you call me?”
“Daddy.” She gulped heavily. “Sorry.”
He grunted as she started to dry him. Fuck. What was wrong with him that he hated accepting help? Even from his girl.
“I know that it’s hard, but there’s nothing wrong with letting me do things for you,” she told him as she crouched down to dry his feet and lower legs.
Fuck, she looked good on her knees in front of him. He ran his fingers through her hair, loosening the messy bun. Her hair tumbled around her.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured.
“I love you, Daddy.” Her eyes grew wet with tears and he thought she might cry. But closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Opening them, she stared up at him again. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t. I’ll always come home to you.”
Her lips trembled. “Damon said you’re too stubborn to die. And that you have nine lives.”
“More,” he told her. He owed Damon a lot. The other man had been here every day, trying to help Millie. Effie and Grady had been here a lot too. He knew they’d taken Reverend Pat and the others out several times so that Millie could have a break.
And all of his friends and their girls were checking in on them regularly. Although Duke had told him they were trying not to overwhelm him or Millie, knowing he needed quiet and rest.
They were all good people, and he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve them, but he was so thankful that they were in his and Millie’s life. That they were taking care of his girl when he couldn’t.
She hugged his thighs, her face so close to his dick that he could feel her breath against his cock.
Fuck.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to pick her up and carry her to bed. To make love to her like she deserved. Then he’d order her to nap while he took care of everything.
But he couldn’t do that.
Millie stood and reaching up, kissed him lightly. “Come to bed. I want to take care of you.”
“That’s all you’ve been doing lately. I need to take care of you.”
“You always do, Daddy. It’s my turn.”
He didn’t say anything as she took his hand and led him to the bed.
“I’m not going back to bed,” he told her firmly. “I’m getting dressed and going downstairs.”
“If you get into bed and eat some breakfast, I’ll lie with you.”
Hmm. She did look like she needed a nap. She helped him into a pair of boxers, then drew back the covers. With sigh, he climbed into bed and patted it. “In you come.”
She hesitated, and he gave her a firm look. “In, Millie. Or I’m getting up.”
She climbed in, then grabbed the tray, putting it on his lap. “Oh, shoot. It’s probably cold.”
It had foil over it. He was certain it would be fine. And he didn’t want her going anywhere.
“It’s fine,” he said gruffly, lifting the foil.
Huh, the eggs really did look like they hadn’t been burned. Millie reached for the fork.
Good.
She was going to eat. He had yet to see her eat these last few days. But instead of feeding herself, she offered the food to him.
Oh, hell no.
No way was she feeding him. He took the fork from her, ignoring her look of surprise, and held the eggs to her lips. “Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He pressed the food into her mouth, not buying that for a second. Or she might think she wasn’t hungry, however she still needed to eat.
Her stomach gurgled, and he raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re not looking after yourself properly, Millie.”
“I’m meant to be looking after you.”
He fed her another bite of food. “Not at the expense of your health.”
“I’m fine, Spike. You’re the one who was injured and in the hospital. You need more rest and care.”
What he needed was his girl in his arms each night. He needed to look after her.
“Please eat something,” she begged.
“I’ll eat and I’ll even stay in bed a few more hours if you do something for me.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “What?”
“Stay in bed with me and have a nap.”
“I said I’d lie with you. But I can’t stay in bed for long. I have to go clean up the breakfast mess. Sunny and Betsy are taking Mrs. Larsen and Mrs. Spain shopping and I have to make sure they’re ready. And Andrey, Mr. Spain, and Reverend Pat are going out with Damon to do something. Hopefully, he’s not taking them to Pinkies, I don’t think Reverend Pat would understand.”
“He’d be fine with it. You think he doesn’t know about who Damon is and what he does?”
“Oh. He does?”
“Yeah. But Damon won’t be going there at this time of the morning. And they can all get themselves ready. Now, do we have a deal?”
She gave him a pouting look, then she sighed. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, Daddy,” she said in a softer voice.
“That’s better.” He fed her and himself until he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. After putting the tray on the bedside table, he lay down and drew her in against his chest.
“Fuck, you feel good in my arms,” he told her.
“You feel good too, Daddy.” Her hand reached down and brushed his half-hard cock. “Do you want me to . . .”
“Only if you want to, baby doll,” he told her, needing the taste of his girl on his lips. “But first you’re going to ride my face.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can.” He pushed himself further down the bed so his head was off his pillow. “Get those clothes off, then straddle my face and feed me that delicious pussy.”
“Spike, I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re injured.”
“My mouth isn’t injured. Besides, I feel a lot better.” Okay, sometimes his head still felt like he was being stabbed by a knife and his body was bruised and battered. But he’d been in worse states.
It wasn’t going to stop him from eating his girl’s pussy until she screamed.
“But your head is.”
“I won’t move it.”
“I’m too . . . I can’t get over you like that . . . what if I slip? Fall? What if I suffocate you?”
“Millie,” he growled. “That just earned you a spanking.”
“What? Why?”
He couldn’t believe that she was giving him an incredulous look. She knew why she’d just earned a spanking.
“As soon as I’m feeling completely better, you’re going over my lap for a spanking.”
“Nooo! Daddy, that’s not fair.”
“Did I not warn you what would happen if you kept speaking badly about yourself?”
“Yes . . . but . . . I wasn’t really talking badly about myself.”
“You were worried about suffocating me,” he grumbled at her. “Why’d you say that? What were you thinking about yourself?”
“That . . . well . . . I . . .” Her shoulders slumped. “Daddy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No way that’s happening.” But fuck, he felt awful because now she looked so sad and upset. And not like she would enjoy herself.
So he carefully sat up and patted his lap. “Come here. Straddle my legs.”
He held out his hand and helped her climb back onto the bed. Then he cupped her face with his large hands.
“I love you, my precious girl. I don’t want you thinking or saying bad things about yourself.”
“I know.”
He ran his thumb over her lips. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, nothing more delicious than my girl’s pussy.”
“Daddy!” she cried, blushing. “I would like that, but I’m scared about you getting hurt.”
“I know you are. But maybe I could have a small taste.” He leaned in and kissed her. He kept it slow and gentle.
For both of their sakes.
When he drew back, they were both breathing heavily and he was as hard as a rock.
“Let me take care of you?” she whispered. “Please?”
“Fuck, baby. Can’t say no to that. But I need you to get naked. I want to see your breasts. To touch your pussy.”
She carefully climbed off him and started to strip. He watched her carefully, hungrily.
Then he laid down again once she was fully naked. “Come here, baby. Climb on top of me.”
She moved hesitantly, but slid her leg over his waist.
“That’s my good girl. Now feed me your breast.”
Her entire face was red, but she leaned down with her breast cupped, holding it to his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, tonguing it, biting down gently until she was crying out, her need clear on her face.
He tapped her thigh, and she moved her other breast over so it could get the same treatment. As he teased her nipple, he ran his fingers up her thigh, then pressed them between his stomach and her pussy. She rose up on her knees, giving him access to play with her clit, to thrust his fingers deep into her pussy.
Finally, he pushed her carefully back.
“Turn around, baby doll. Take my dick into your mouth.”
“You won’t overdo anything,” she said sternly.
“I won’t. I promise.”
She moved so carefully it made his teeth ache. He wanted to spin her around, to bring her hips back so he could devour her. But he knew that she’d stop everything and he really needed to come.
When she was in position and her pussy was exposed to his gaze and his fingers, she tugged down his boxers and took him into her mouth.
Fuck. Him.
He wasn’t going to last long. He sucked in a breath, trying to control himself.
Parting her pussy lips, he pressed two fingers into her as he finger-fucked her.
“So wet for me, aren’t you, baby doll?” he murmured. “Do you like my cock in your mouth?”
She hummed around his dick and it was nearly his undoing. A shaft of pain hit him as he moved his head and he had to breathe through it.
He was fine.
This was what he wanted.
She sucked on him harder as he drew his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
“God, you taste so damn good, baby doll. Fuck. Me.” He groaned as he played with her clit. “Come for me. That’s a good girl. Let me hear you come.”
Spike hoped that none of their house guests were walking past their door as she let out a scream of pleasure as she found her release. He drove his fingers into her pussy, feeling her tighten around him.
Fuck. Yes.
He removed his fingers, thrusting them into his mouth.
God. So good.
She took him deep into her throat and then swallowed.
Hell.
It was too much.
“I’m gonna come. Drink all of me down. Don’t miss a drop. Be a good girl for me.”
He came with a moan, ignoring the ache in his body and head. Fuck, it felt like he wasn’t going to stop. Finally, he relaxed back, letting out a deep breath.
That felt so fucking good.
“Such a good girl . . . my good, good girl,” he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
Millieslowly and carefully climbed off Spike, standing next to the bed. She watched him for a long moment. Should she pull up his boxers? Seemed uncomfortable to sleep like that, but she didn’t want to wake him.
Instead, she drew the blankets up over him before she headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Once she was clean and dressed, she grabbed the tray of food and tiptoed out of the room. A wave of dizziness hit her at the top of the stairs. And she had to sit abruptly before she passed out.
Traversing stairs wasn’t her talent on the best of days, let alone when she was operating on limited sleep, food, and a bucket load of stress.
Unfortunately, that was when Damon found her.
Crap.
“Oh, hi!” She waved down at him as he stood at the base of the stairs, staring up at her sternly.
“Good morning.”
“I didn’t realize you were here yet.”
“Sunny and Betsy just left with Mrs. Spain and Mrs. Larsen,” he told her. “I’m here for the men. They’re getting ready.”
“Oh good. I appreciate you taking them, Damon.”
“You know what you can do to thank me?”
She frowned. “What?” Did he need something from her? Because she wasn’t sure that she had anything else in her tank left to give.
“You can take a nap. Eat something. Rest.”
“Damon—”
“I mean it, Millie,” he said in a firm voice. “If you don’t start taking care of yourself the way I know Quillon would want, then I’m taking over.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“It means that all of you will be coming to stay with me and I will make sure that you rest and eat and don’t run yourself into the ground.”
“You’re not my Daddy,” she muttered.
“Just think of me as Uncle Damon,” he countered.
“Kind of disturbing.”
“I know why you’re sitting there, Millie,” he said.
He did not.
Did he?
“And I’m putting my foot down. No more. Understand? You have to take care of yourself. You can’t pour from an empty cup.”
“Hear, hear!”
She turned to find Reverend Pat behind her.
“You tell her, young man.”
Okay. Reverend Pat calling Damon Steele a young man was pretty hilarious. Or it would have been if she wasn’t upset with Damon right now.
Reverend Pat took the tray from her.
“Reverend Pat,” she protested. “I can do that.”
“No, you can go get into bed and have a nap,” he replied. “We’ll be out of the house most of the day and when we get back, Andrey is cooking.”
“That’s right, I am,” Andrey boomed from behind Reverend Pat. He took the tray off the older man before heading downstairs.
“Does he know how to cook?” she whispered.
“No idea,” Reverend Pat replied. “But we’re going to find out. Now, off you go and rest.”
She heaved herself onto her feet. Maybe she’d just nap. For a few minutes.