Chapter 17 #2
“I kept visiting on leave and she kept getting bruises because the dementia made him more violent. I paid for a male carer to assist him full-time so she was spared some, and Grandfather died while I was on a mission. I didn’t find out until a week later when I got back to base.”
I blinked. “That’s where you know the guys from.”
“Yep, we were a good team. We all got out around seven years ago and thanks to Dion, who had a good chunk of money left to him, we bought Salvation.”
I eyed him. There was more. He’d mentioned friends who did security. He wasn't just a manager. “But that isn’t all you do, is it?”
He smiled. “Good girl,” and he rewarded me with a kiss that made my toes curl.
“What happened to your gran?” I nudged because I wanted him to get all that out.
“I moved her into a pretty bungalow in a retirement community hoping she’d make friends, but it never really worked. She was too used to secrets. Hiding her life. Never trusting anyone to know what was really happening, and she died two months ago.” His gaze rested on mine. “Remind you of anyone?”
I nodded somberly. I knew he meant his life, but it wasn’t just him. “Both of us. I was taught diabetes was a weakness. Something to be ashamed of. And eventually, that I didn’t deserve anything good.”
There was silence. Walker’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away.
“I swore I’d never let anyone feel like my gran.
Never let someone I loved think they didn’t deserve the world.
” I drew in a shaky breath as his fingers traced a gentle path down my cheek.
I ignored the tear that spilled over and followed the path of his finger until he scooped it up.
“Because in case you didn’t understand what I meant, I’m going to spell it out.
I love you. I know this is sudden but having you in my arms and in my bed is too perfect to ever give up.
” My lips parted in wonder, and he kissed them again.
“I’m going to make loads of mistakes, but I want to be your Daddy as well.
I don’t know what that’ll look like to us, but we’ll figure it out together. ”
“I love you too,” I whispered, my heart so full. “So much, Daddy,” and we were both silent for a moment after that.
Walker scooped me up like it was nothing. I didn’t even bother fighting it. My body ached everywhere, but not in a bad way. He carried me straight to the bathroom, set me down, and started running the water, easy as breathing.
He turned and stripped my shirt off, slowly, careful. The look in his eyes made my knees wobble. “You want a bath?” he checked, and it wasn’t really a question.
I nodded anyway. “Yes, please. With you.”
He grunted, pleased. “Good girl.” His hands slid under my t-shirt, palms hot against my ribs, and he peeled it up, slowly, knuckles dragging goosebumps over my skin. He never rushed. Just kept his gaze on my face, like he was waiting for me to say no. I never did.
Everything was careful. Every second. He shucked my panties, then bent and kissed the inside of my knee where a tiny bruise from yesterday was starting to show.
“You’re Daddy’s brave girl,” he murmured.
I shivered as the air hit my skin, but he didn’t let me feel exposed for long. He lifted me into his arms again. I wrapped around him, clutching his neck, and he stepped us into the warm water, holding me like I might break.
He settled me in his lap, my back to his chest, and the heat of the water made every muscle relax at once. I melted. I didn’t even try to hide it.
His arms came around me, locking me to him. He reached for a soft sponge and started dragging it over my skin in slow, lazy circles. I didn’t realize how tense I’d been until he touched me like that. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
“Feel good, princess?” His breath was at my ear, rough and sweet at the same time.
I nodded. Couldn’t talk. The way his hands moved on my body—it was better than anything. He soaped my arms, my shoulders, my chest. He spent forever cleaning me, never missing a spot. Every time I shivered at his arousing touch, he made a little approving noise in his throat.
When he rinsed me, the water sluiced over my skin, and I couldn’t help squirming. The ache between my legs was back, sharp and sweet. I pressed my thighs together, but he noticed instantly.
He slid his hand lower, palm wide on my stomach, and let his fingers drift down. I tensed, but not from nerves. It was need. Pure, simple, burning need.
“You want Daddy to touch you?” he whispered, and just the sound of it made me whimper.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. Want it so bad.”
He never hesitated. His fingers slid between my legs and started stroking me, easy and sure, like he knew every inch already.
I moaned, couldn’t help it, but he didn’t make a sound except for that low hum in his chest. He was hard behind me, the proof of it thick and hot, and the only thing I could do was squirm against his lap and try not to break apart right there in the tub.
He bent his head and kissed my neck. “Easy, princess. Let Daddy do it.”
My thighs jerked open under the water. The ache between them was so sharp it almost hurt, but I loved the way he teased me. His free hand dragged the sponge over my ribs, my breasts, the curve of my hip, like he wanted to memorize every inch before he’d let himself go lower.
He pressed the heel of his palm down, bracing me, and circled my clit with two fingers. Not rough. Not fast. Just a steady, relentless pressure, like the only thing he cared about was making my body remember this forever.
I whimpered.
“Good girl. That’s it. You take whatever Daddy gives you.”
I could barely breathe. The steam, the heat, the water sloshing between my legs—it was all too much, but I never wanted it to stop.
My back arched, body so sensitive I felt every swirl of the sponge, every pass of his fingertips.
When he slipped a finger inside me, I made a broken noise and clapped my hand over my mouth.
He just laughed, low and dark, and bit my ear.
“Let me hear you,” he growled. “You don’t ever hide that from Daddy.”
I shuddered. My thighs shook, and when he added another finger, the stretch almost undid me.
His other hand palmed my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and I felt my insides go liquid.
My head fell back on his shoulder, but he didn’t let up, just worked me harder, faster, until my hips started to buck off his lap.
“Daddy, please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
He just tightened his grip around me, mouth rough on my neck. “Come for me.”
The orgasm hit so hard my vision whited out.
I thought I’d slide right under the water, but his arms were locked around me, pinning me in place so all I could do was shake and cry out and let the pleasure tear through me.
The sound that came out of me was raw, desperate, so much so that I almost didn’t recognize it.
He held me through the aftershocks, hand still between my legs, just stroking me until I slumped back, boneless, against his chest. The air felt thick, like I was underwater even though I wasn’t.
“You okay?” The words were right at my ear, soft this time.
I nodded, still trembling. “You’re so good at that,” I mumbled, and his laugh rumbled under my spine.
He kissed the top of my head. “I think you might have enjoyed that spanking a little.”
I pasted on an innocent face, but he chuckled so it clearly didn’t convince him.
He washed me off gently, then just let me sit there, draped across his lap, boneless.
His hand stroked low circles over my thigh.
I wanted to stay like that forever, limbs heavy, head tipped back on his shoulder.
Safe. The ache between my legs wasn’t even gone, not for a second, but it was the good kind.
Like I was floating on top of myself, lazy and warm.
He reached for a towel before the water even started to cool and lifted me out, holding me against his chest so tightly I didn’t even shiver. The towel was huge and fluffy, and he wrapped it around me while he dried me off, even my bottom. “Hurt?”
“No.” Not really. I was a little sore, but I liked it. I liked the reminder that he took care of me.
He dried me, then sat me on the bathroom counter. The tile was cold under my butt, but he just grinned like he could see right through me. “You want to do your hair or let Daddy?”
I beamed. “You do it. Please.”
He hummed his approval, low and rough, and fished out the brush.
I expected it to hurt, but his fingers were gentle, working out every knot like it was the most important thing he’d ever done.
I watched him in the mirror, not believing it was real.
I didn’t look grown up. I looked…small. Protected. Exactly how I needed to be.
He tied my hair up with a pink scrunchie, then bent and kissed my temple. “You’re perfect, princess.”
My whole body went tight at the praise.
He carried me back to the bed. I was limp as a kitten, but he just handled me, moving slowly, letting the towel unwind so my skin hit the cold sheets. His eyes went dark.
“You want Daddy to make you feel good again?”
I didn’t even know how to answer. My thighs squeezed together, and my voice was gone.
He didn’t seem to need it. He lowered himself over me, bracing his weight on his arms, and just looked for a second. The way he did that—I’d never felt so wanted in my life. He moved so his cock was hard against my thigh, and the heat in his eyes made my insides clench.
“Tell me what you want, Lottie.”
The words barely came out. “You. I want you.”
He kissed me, rougher than before, not asking this time. He slid his hands over my hips, my waist, cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers until I whimpered. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. Every touch, every sound, every second was for me.
He grabbed the condom off the nightstand without breaking the kiss.
One-handed, he rolled it on, barely pausing, and slicked himself with lube.
He spread my legs and knelt between them, cock thick and heavy.
He lined himself up, hand steady on my thigh, and the head of his cock nudged me open.
I stared at him—I couldn’t not. The look in his eyes was wild, dark, but it was all for me.
Walker braced his hands on either side of my hips, and I couldn’t stop shaking.
Not from fear. From how much I wanted it.
He pushed in, letting me feel every inch. The stretch was sharp at first, but not bad, not scary, just so much. I gasped, my breath catching in my chest, and he froze.
“You okay?” His voice was rougher than I’d ever heard.
“Yeah,” I whispered. Didn’t even recognize my own voice. “Want more.”
He groaned. “You’re unreal, Lottie. You know that?
” He rolled his hips, just a little, pushing deeper.
The fullness was overwhelming. My body squeezed tight around him and I whimpered, grabbing at his arms. He held me there, thick and hot inside me, not moving except for the tremor in his muscles where he was holding back.
“You sure?” He bit out the words. I nodded, frantic, eyes burning.
He started moving. Not fast at first, just a smooth push and pull, and it was perfect. The friction, the fullness, the way he held me open, hips braced so wide I couldn’t move unless he let me. I wanted him to take it, all of it, wanted him to ruin me.
He read it on my face, because his hands tightened and he slammed in deeper. I squeaked. God, I couldn’t help it. His cock felt huge inside me, impossible, but my body just kept taking it, desperate for more.
“That’s it, princess. Relax. Just let Daddy do it.” His mouth was right on my ear, and the words shivered down my spine. I collapsed back on the sheets and he followed, hips rocking, rhythm building until the mattress creaked under us.
Every thrust made my stomach clench, heat fluttering everywhere, especially where we were joined.
He watched me the whole time, never looking away, like he needed to see every second.
Every time I made a sound, his cock jerked inside me.
It was like he needed this, needed me, as badly as I needed him.
I dug my nails into his back, desperate, but he just took it, locking me down with his weight.
His hand moved between us, found my clit, circled lazily- at first, then rougher as I whimpered.
“Want you to come for me, Lottie. Need to feel you lose it around me.” The command in his voice hit as hard as the touch.
My body tensed, thighs shaking, everything winding tighter.
He didn’t stop. He thrust deep and hard, grinding into the spot that made my whole world go white, and his hand worked my clit with brutal, perfect pressure. “You’re right there,” he grunted. “Let go. Daddy’s got you.”
I shattered. It was like a bomb went off inside me. My body clamped down on his cock, milking him, and he shouted out his own release. As the aftershocks subsided and I basked in the knowledge I was loved, truly loved, I knew his words had never been more perfect.
“Let go. Daddy’s got you.”