Dietrich #2
Her eyes narrow. “Really?” she scoffs. “Well, I’d like to know what I was supposed to do for the last year. Perhaps I should have gone back to Maaaaaargaret and asked for an allowance?”
“I’m here now.”
“So I see. And where were you when I needed you? You have another Jamie in another city you went to play games with?”
I clench my jaw, drawing a deep breath through my nose.
I’m tempted to simply grab her, sling her over my shoulder, spank her ass for being bratty and march her out of here.
“You see my face?” I say, trying to stay calm, but there’s only so much I can take.
“You think I flew off to Brazil for a little rejuvenation and hung out for a year drinking fucking pina coladas?”
She folds her arms over her chest, but not before I notice the twin points poking through her white shirt. “So, what happened?”
“Come with me. It’s a long story.”
“I have to stay until closing.” She glares.
And I’m done.
“Everybody out,” I grunt. And when only a few people start moving I raise my voice. “Right fucking now. We’re closed.”
“You can’t do that.” Hannah crinkles her nose, shaking her head.
“I can do what the fuck I want, even if I have to buy this place. You need me to do that, or are we going to go back to yours?”
She taps her foot on the sticky laminate floor as I give every person in the room a look, sending them toward the door.
When the place is empty, I grab her around the waist and sling her over my shoulder, walking us out and she finally concedes. “Fine. I’ll drive, you follow.”
***
Hannah
Dietrich doesn’t seem to notice the bassinet in the corner and the rack of drying bottles on the counter by the sink. I’m relieved.
I’m lost in a whirlwind of emotion and confusion as I look at the man sitting in front of me at the table.
His face is a twisted mess of scars and pain but his eyes… Oh, God, they are my Daddy’s eyes, there’s no denying that.
“We need to be quiet.” I nod toward the front of the house where the stairs lead to the bedroom. “The baby is sleeping with Brigid.”
“I guess I missed a lot while I was away.”
“I concur.” I leave it at that as the tingle in my nipples tells me I’m still in love with this man.
“Where’s your father?” he asks, looking around at the boxes in various stages of packing.
“Doing two to five. I don’t want to talk about that.”
Dietrich slides his hand behind my neck, resting his forehead on mine and releases an uneven breath, but I’m still hurting.
“I needed you and you weren’t here.”
“That will never happen again.” He raises his head, his eyes full of sorrow. “I didn’t wake up for three months. Then it was another eight before I remembered anything. I left to keep you safe. To secure a future for us. For you. I had to go and I was going to come right back.”
“Things are different now.”
“Nothing’s fucking different. Not with us.” His lips are on my neck and my resolve is weakening. “Daddy would never leave you. Not by choice.”
“You mean that?”
“You’re my special girl.” His blue eyes rove over me as I run my palm upward, trying to cover the black and blue mark before he sees.
“I’ve been floating through life. I felt it was fine enough, but you showed me there was so much more.
Now, I can’t go back. Without you, there’s nothing for me.
What I had before was just a placeholder.
You woke me up from fifty years of fucking sleeping. I need you baby. I fucking need you.”
Those words send a jolt of heat over my skin as my throat tightens and Dietrich pulls something out of his front pocket, turning up his hand to reveal the most incredible ruby ring I’ve ever seen. My mouth hangs open as my legs start to shake.
“You have to believe me. You are everything. You make me smile. I can’t live without you.
I’ve never felt whole before you. I want to spend every day waking up with you.
Washing dishes and doing all the things I’ve missed my whole life.
I’ve never thought of forever with anyone before, but without you in my life, I don’t want another day.
Please, baby, marry me. Just say you’ll marry me. ”
I should say no. There are a million reasons why this is a bad idea. The timing is bad, it doesn’t make sense right now but I’m not listening to reason because I crumple into the chair, nodding as my heart celebrates.
The ring is on my finger before I can tell Dietrich about the baby. The words lodge in my throat as he pulls me onto him, my legs wrap around his back and I feel the hard muscles as I grab on.
“Where’s a bed? Closest one.”
I point down the hall where Brigid and I have turned my father’s old bedroom into a reading room with a daybed and an old chair we repurposed from a dumpster.
I’m shaking with need as goosebumps form over my skin and his tongue lashes with mine. All the hoping and wishing I’ve done over the last year comes true in that moment.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I cling to him and he presses his body on top of mine on the daybed.
“It’s small.” He grunts as he stands, stripping off his t-shirt and I see the tangle of scars covering his thick torso. “But we’ll make do.”
Buttons pop and ricochet around the room as he rips my shirt open, my pink nursing bra exposed but he’s hell bent on my southern hemisphere.
“Daddy’s missed your taste.” He flips my skirt up, yanking my panties down my legs and driving his tongue deep into my opening as I bite back a scream and release a long overdue orgasm on his new face. “That’s my fucking girl.”
He’s up again, jerking own his zipper and plowing into me without a word. He’s pumping in and out before I have time to steady myself but his thrusts are savage. My breath is driven from my lungs with each beastly drive going deep, deeper, deeper.
He covers my screams with his palm, his hot breath against my ear.
“Daddy’s missed his little girl’s cunt. You’ve kept it safe for me, haven’t you? You’ve not let anyone else touch what’s mine.” He bares his teeth against my jugular as I shake my head wildly back and forth.
“No one. No one ever.”
“Good fucking girl. Your whole life is with me now. Get used to that. You’ll not breathe without me next to you. I’ll feed you and pay for you and give you everything that sweet little heart desires, but you’ll take care of me too, won’t you?”
I nod, his pace wild, the bed knocking off the wall with his manic drives in and out. “Yes, yes…” I manage between being pummeled. “Your cock doesn’t seem to be any worse for wear.”
He releases a low chuckle against my throat. “That’s right. You’ll be sucking and fucking your husband every day from now on.”
He grinds his body into my throbbing nub, his eyes on mine as he slows, rocking his hips in circles as stars flicker in my eyes and I come undone.
I scream with satisfaction as his mouth crushes on mine, the hot gush of his release filling me as his hips buck and the apex of our frenzy has me cursing the past and dreaming of the future.
His face looms over mine as I focus, this new man looks like a stranger but feels like home.
He pushes up on his arms. “I neglected these tits for too long.”
The shivering of the milk letting down makes me squirm as Dietrich tugs back the wet cotton and freezes.
“There’s milk coming out of your tits.” He stares for a long moment, his eyes seeing things he missed in his lusty haze. “And you’re bruised. What happened?”
I draw a shaking breath. “Which explanation do you want first?”
His cocks slides out as he collapses onto the bed next to me, pulling me onto his lap, fingers looping around my milk-soaked nipple then tracing the bruises on my forearm.
“Bruises,” he says as his forehead furrows. “Then milk.”
I give him the short version of the loan shark which he takes in with fire in his eyes. Then, it’s time for the big reveal.
I point to my belly, tracing my finger up and down my new tiger stripes and watch realization wash over his hard features.
“Baby? But, you said no one else touched you?”
I shake my head, sitting up as he tugs me onto his lap. “No one touched me but you. Do you have brain damage? You can’t put it together?”
“My baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. Your baby. Her name is Ruthie.”
“Her?” His eyes sparkle as he kneads my leaking breast. “A girl,” he says as he tugs my other breast from the cup of my bra.
“Yes, a girl, named Ruthie.”
“Can I taste?” His eyes stay pinned on my milk which is now low key spraying in tiny streams from my nipples.
“It would be helpful. I’m engorged, I need to pump.”
“No pumping.” His mouth is one me in a flash and the erotic relief it gives pushes me close to the edge.
He draws my nipple deep, his fingers finding my heat as he suckles and drives two thick digits in and out of me until I’m spinning again, arching on the bed as he feeds and finger bangs me straight into heaven.