Chapter 14
ZINNIA
The credits to the third movie of the day roll, and I glance down at the little girl sleeping longways stretched out on the couch.
Gunner hops up from the other end and scoops Delilah into his arms. “I’ll get her to bed and be right back,” he murmurs, straightening.
I nod and watch with amazement as he carries his little girl down the hall to her room.
I clutch at my stomach as thoughts I hadn’t had in such a long time about children pop into my head.
Gunner’s such an amazing dad, and the fact he always makes sure Delilah doesn’t feel an ounce of neglect gives me butterflies.
I know his own parents aren’t around, considering he grew up in foster care, and I remember him telling me once that he spent more time on the couches of his friends than in the care of his so-called ‘caregivers.’ He told me that whenever he had children, they would never know a moment of loneliness when it comes to a parents’ love.
My heart lurches for both Gunner and Delilah. Gunner because he never got to have the love he deserved growing up. And for Delilah, who lost her mother far too early in life. I might have been older than her when my parents were lost to me, but I was still growing up and I know how she must feel.
With a shake of my head, I grab the remote and switch from the movie to a show I’ve been wanting to watch, True Blood. It’s about a woman who can listen in to minds with vampires and all sorts of supernatural things.
I have the first episode going when Gunner comes back in the room. I find myself flat on my back and him over me.
Gunner positions himself between my legs. “You know what seeing you with Delilah does to me?” The gruffness of his voice sends chills of desire down my spine as I shake my head. He presses deeper into me, and his jean-covered hard-on grinds against the legging barrier between us.
“Gunner, we can’t do this here. Delilah’s just down the hall in her room.”
There’s no way I want her to come back out here and find us like this.
“Yeah, baby, and she’s asleep. I know my Pipsqueak, and when she’s out, she’s out. But to be on the safe side, you’ll have to keep it quiet because I fuckin’ need you,” he states and lifts up enough to pull my leggings down and open his jeans enough to release his cock.
My eyes widen at how the shaft springs free, and I lick my lips, wanting to wrap my lips around its girth once more.
“You can suck me later, baby, when I go down on you, but right now, I’m fuckin’ you on the couch.” He smirks and cups my pussy. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
When it comes to him, I’m always ready.
Gunner guides himself to my entrance and thrusts swiftly to the hilt and leans down to capture my mouth to keep me from crying out. His tongue slips in and duals with mine, muffling my sounds as he thrusts deep with power strokes that drive me wild.
I arch into him, wanting more and more. Needing him to give me everything. All that he can. My release builds, and if Gunner’s not kissing me, I’d scream in ecstasy as it washes through me.
Gunner’s thrusts become even harder, and he keeps me in bliss as he pounds into me and joins me moments later, groaning against my mouth.
Only when he slows to a stop does he finally break his lips from mine, panting for breath and grins. “Fuck, Dimples, you’ve no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Hmm, I don’t know and don’t care. Just don’t ask me to move,” I mumble sleepily. Last night I didn’t get much sleep considering our activities were spent doing other things.
Chuckling, Gunner pulls from my entrance, and a whimper of protest leaves my lips. He rights my leggings and scoops me into his arms. “Come on, baby, let me get you to bedroom. We’ll shower together real quick and I’ll let you sleep some before I wake you with my mouth.”
I smile, feeling my body already coming alive again at the idea of having him use his mouth on me. The man has a talented tongue, and when he adds those wicked fingers of his, it’s nearly more than I can handle.
Gunner lays me in the bed and strips me of my clothes before doing the same with his and joining me. My eyes close as I curl into him, allowing myself to sleep for the first time. Not only feeling safe in his arms but happier than I’ve been in nine years.