Poising my cockhead at her opening, I thrust inside her. She moans. Her muscles close around me, and I can tell it hurts her to be stretched so wide so quickly. She sucks her thumb into her mouth and it fucking destroys me.
I’m lost to this girl, my sweet angel, the love of my fucking life.
I fuck her as slowly as the beast inside me will allow, until I can’t hold back another second. Her tits bounce. I grab one, relishing the way her nipple tickles my palm. With my other hand, I use my thumb to stroke her slippery clit. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm I denied her to come charging back with a vengeance.
“Milk Daddy’s cock, angel. Show him how bad you want a baby inside you.”
“I want it, Daddy,” she whines. “I want our baby.”
Our baby.
The words send a shot of adrenaline straight to my dick.
I fuck her harder and faster, until her entire body’s shaking with the force of her orgasm. I don’t take my eyes off her face for a second.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Service is in my blood. I’ll spend the rest of my days serving and caring for this woman and our children, until my dying breath.
With her muscles still throbbing around me, I surge forward, emptying every drop of cum my balls can cook up into her pussy. I let myself down onto my elbows, careful not to put pressure on her new tattoo.
Tucking the doll’s head into the crook of her neck, she cradles my face in both hands and says, “I love you, Jonah.”
The crisp outer layer of my heart shatters, as the warm, glowing interior expands to fill my chest.
“I love you, too, angel. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“You mean it?” The sadness in her voice is devastating. I kiss her deeply, stealing her breath.
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”
My cock stays hard like it knows she isn’t done with it yet. Touching my forehead to hers, I resume thrusting, slow and gentle, like a lullaby.
Kissing her closed eyelids, I think of all the things she’s been denied her whole life. Things like love and joy. The awful truth of it makes me want to rip apart the fabric of time, reach into the past and pluck her from that filthy apartment, so I can carry her back to the present and raise her the right way—as my angel, my baby.
But since I can’t do that, I’ll do the next best thing: I’ll devote my life to making sure she never wants for anything, by loving her the best way I know how.
Chapter Fourteen
Jonah
I park my truck in front of Raven’s tattoo shop and wait for Teagan to finish up her workday. It’s been two weeks since she came in to get tattooed, and her ink is healing nicely. She’s already talking about getting more ink as soon as her first one’s fully healed. When I suggested we could get matching tattoos, she immediately reached for her sketchbook.
She steps out into the summer heat dressed in black leggings and a fitted purple tank—clothes she bought to match the Black Swan’s Goth-colored aesthetic. She climbs inside the truck and kisses me. I stroke the edge of her jaw.
“How was it?” I ask. Today’s Teagan’s fourth day on the job as an apprentice, and I can tell she’s a little overwhelmed.
“Exhausting.” She buckles her seatbelt and melts against the leather seat. “I can’t wait to go back tomorrow.”
“That’s my hard-working girl.” I squeeze her knee and then shift into drive.
It’s been a pleasure watching Teagan immerse herself in work that fulfills her. Working for me would’ve been just another job; what she’s found in Raven’s tattoo shop is a tried-and-true calling.
As I merge into traffic, Teagan checks her phone. “Can we stop by my uncle’s place on our way home? I need to drop something off.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” It’s been a little over two weeks since the barbecue, and I have yet to hear anything from Cal. It’s not unusual for my old partner to drop off the face of the earth while he’s working a case. I figure he’s either caught up in something, or he dug deep into Craig Moss and came up with nothing to report. “What do you need to drop off?”
“Just some money I owe him,” she says.
Now that raises my hackles. “You borrowed money from your uncle?”
“Not borrowed. It’s for the Cali trip.”
A million sirens go off in my head. How long has Teagan been giving Craig money? And why would she need to pay him at all when I already said I’d take her there myself?
“Angel, I told you I’d take you to California.”
“I know. But Craig was counting on me to help him fix up the car. I feel bad leaving him hanging.”