23. Liam
23
LIAM
“ W hat’s going on?”
I tore my gaze from Eva pushing a thin redhead out the door.
Goddamn, was she fierce. She glared at this stranger, seething and livid. Whatever this woman had said or done, it wasn’t welcomed here. Eva was a tough woman. She had her guard up all the time, and seeing her in “action” here was a hell of a turn on.
I knew she was strong. She didn’t take shit from anyone, but I’d never really witnessed her turning her bold attitude on someone else.
“This bitch thinks she’s Olivia’s aunt.”
I narrowed my eyes, looking over this rail-then redhead. At first glance, she seemed like an unhealthy crackhead, too thin and malnourished, stuck in an addiction that was ruining her from the inside out.
She did not, in any way, resemble my daughter. “She’s not.” I was fuming, enraged that anyone would dare to make a claim on Olivia. The night the bikers chased after me showed me that I could be seen as a target because of my affiliation. But I’d calmed myself out of assuming that Olivia would ever be targeted because she would never be without someone to protect her. Even when she was older, a child, then a teen, growing into her own person, she would never be without security. It would simply be a fact of life, one I would be careful with. I didn’t want to keep her too sheltered, but I’d never slack in protecting her while I helped to protect the Constella Family.
Pamela didn’t have any siblings, so it was impossible for this woman to claim she was Olivia’s aunt. Even if a sibling existed out there somewhere, it wouldn’t matter. I was Olivia’s father. She was in my custody and always would be.
I looked at Roberto, not wanting to step on his toes. He was the patrolling guard, and this liar would be his responsibility.
With a curt nod, he took hold of the woman and marched her out of the house. The older guard who held Olivia while she handled this woman gave her to me. As he headed out to help Roberto deal with this woman, no doubt to question her thoroughly and kick her off the property, I closed the door behind him.
“Damn.”
She scowled, still so furious. When she turned to the side, I realized that she was doing her best to control her anger and not show it to the point that she’d scare Olivia. My daughter was oblivious, babbling about swimming and dolphins in her sweet voice as she tried out all the words she hadn’t mastered. But I respected my woman that much more. She was livid, furious, and likely eager to kill that woman for daring to come here and make up that aunt bullshit. Yet, she was aware of not projecting her mood on Olivia.
“I know.” When she faced me again, she seemed a tad calmer. Her mask was on. She wore it when she didn’t want to reveal her sentiments.
“The audacity of just coming here and thinking she can tell us such a load of bullshit like that.”
I smiled. “No. I mean, damn. Look at you.”
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“You’re so…” I took her hand and led her to my room.
“So what?” she asked, twining her fingers with mine.
“So protective. Fierce.” I looked her over, letting her see how much I wanted her. “It’s sexy as hell, Eva.”
She pursed her lips, still so angry that she couldn’t consider anything else.
“You’d make a good mother,” I said, pulling her closer to kiss her before we reached my door.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, softening a bit.
I nodded. “Yeah. It doesn’t matter if Olivia isn’t your daughter by blood. You’re a mama bear around her.”
She smiled, sighing at Olivia yawning in my arms. Swimming always tired her out, and I was damned glad that Eva had already cleaned up and changed her out of her swimsuit.
Her too, because as soon as Olivia was napping, I intended to show Eva what I meant.
“She’s too precious not to protect,” Eva said softly, watching me lay her down in her crib.
“She is.” I stepped back, amazed at how quickly Liv could close her eyes and be so content and comfortable to doze so easily.
“But you…” I turned and took her hands, leading her back to the bed. “You stun me, Eva.”
I sat, urging her to straddle me on the edge of the bed. Her smile was playful and teasing, and I fell that much further under the spell of wanting her. Of loving her.
“Just because I stood up for your daughter?” She traced her finger along my jaw.
“Not just because of that.” I pulled her close to kiss her hard.
“Then how else do I stun you?”
She wasn’t fishing for compliments. She didn’t need to. But I played along. I would never neglect to give her what she wanted. If she was in the mood to be called my naughty slut, I’d do that. If she wanted a list of how she blew my mind, I’d give her that as well.
Standing up, I forced her to get to her feet. I peeled off her shirt, kissing her as she relaxed against me. Her fingers weren’t idle as I worshiped her body with my lips, brushing them over her soft skin. She tugged at my shirt, working it off me.
“Like this,” I said, lowering her right hand to my erection trapped in my pants. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous, Eva. Body, mind, and soul.”
She smiled, catching on to how much I wanted to praise her. I gripped her pants to push them down, loving how she kissed me so hungrily at the same time she shimmied out of her clothes.
“You’re the kind of woman I want in my life. As my lover.” I kissed her and rubbed my finger along her wet folds. She was already so aroused, a common, happy occurrence whenever our clothes came off.
“As your slut?” she asked, breathless as I stepped out of my pants and boxers.
Unencumbered now, I was free to enjoy her grip on my dick, stroking it confidently. “That too.” I lowered to the bed, clutching the backs of her thighs as she crawled onto my lap.
She didn’t wait, grinding against me and rubbing my dick over her slick entrance.
“And as the mother of my children,” I said, speaking words I never thought I’d utter in my life. Watching her with Olivia was a beautiful thing. Catching her defending her was another point of proof that I could trust her with my future.
“The mother of Olivia?” she asked, her voice soft yet hopeful. Cautious too.
“And…” I guided her down onto my erection, relishing the tight squeeze as she seated herself on me. “Any brothers or sisters we could arrange for her.”
“Mmm.” She kept her moan low and quiet, but it didn’t diminish the sexy sound at all. “Is this practice, then?” she asked as she lifted and sank back on me again.
“Yeah,” I growled, cupping her breasts as she arched her back. “We should practice. All the time.”
She smiled, a smug grin that taunted me. “We do practice all the time.”
“Then we’ll practice more.”
We were playful and teasing, but the crux of this conversation was a big topic. A big deal. I meant every word, though. Starting a family with this woman was something I considered halfway done. She was the mother I wanted for Olivia. She was my partner. Sooner than later, we’d need to figure out where to live. I had ideas for a proposal, but I wanted to wait on it and ponder how to best ask her to marry me.
We hadn’t known each other for long, but it was long enough. I knew. I wanted her , and no one else.
She came quickly, maybe too quickly as she rode me, but I wasn’t upset. Slow or fast, we always got off with each other. As she tightened her pussy walls around me, I watched her breasts and admired the redness of my fingers tugging on those tasty nipples.
Next time. Next time, we’ll play longer. Next time, I’ll get my mouth on her. Next time…
I came, digging my fingers into her ass and slamming her down tight on me as I thrust up into her. My dick jerked, and as I unloaded my hot cum into her, I knew it wasn’t a matter of next time with her.
I wanted her forever, for every day and night for the rest of our lives.
I need to make it happen. Regardless of how recently I’d come into her life and into this family’s organization, I had to ensure that I stayed with her.
No interloper would dare to take our daughter. No enemy would threaten this new beginning I’d found here.
I’d swear on it, and I’d fight until my last breath to ensure it.