I step back and let her slide down my body. There’s a warning in my voice, “Careful, little one. Don’t start something we can’t finish.”
She gets a naughty as fuck look in her eyes and slinks down to her knees. As she looks up at me from beneath her lashes, she reaches for my pants, pulls out my cock, and asks, “Who says we can’t finish it?”
“Fuck,” I hold the word out as my head tilts back and my fists clench at my sides. “You’re going to be the death of me, Edison,” I growl.
She doesn’t say anything, but my head snaps forward when the wet warmth of her mouth engulfs the head of my cock. My hands are shaking as I reach out and grip her hair between my fingers and give it a tug. She’s not wearing the buns today and I miss them.
“Your mouth is magic,” I groan and start to pump my hips.
I can’t take my eyes away from her. She’s a mixture of sexpot and naiveté on her knees in front of me. It makes my head spin. When she bats her eyelashes at me, a primal side of me takes over and I start to fuck her face.
As tears start streaming over her cheeks, satisfaction fills me. I grunt and growl with every thrust, with every press of her tongue against the underside of my shaft and along my piercings. I’ll never get tired of her exploring my cock with her tongue.
I shiver at the memory of every time she’s done it before. They’re good fucking memories. Still, I think waking up with her curled against my chest is my favorite though.
So fucking cute.
This one is damn good too and rapidly moving up the list.
“You look so damn good on your knees for me with tears streaming down your face, little one,” I groan.
She swallows around the crown of my cock when I push it a little farther and my balls draw up tight. I’m not going to last. I pant and groan. I bite my lips so I don’t shout out and alert everyone in the shop as to what we’re doing, even though I’m sure they have a pretty good idea.
When I know I can’t hold it back anymore, I press into her mouth and whisper harshly, “Swallow every drop I give you, Edison.”
I watch as the column of her throat swallows my cum and my knees almost give out. It would be worth it to never have knees or feeling in my legs again. I pet her head, loving the way she’s looking up at me with so much trust and love.
She cleans me off as I let her pull off my length and it’s almost too much. After I yank her up to my chest, I don’t hesitate to kiss her, showing her exactly what she does to me and how much I appreciate her.
I love this woman and I’m not the only one. We all feel that way and we won’t be letting her go.
We haven’t told her with words, but I hope our actions have shown her. I know, in my soul, she won’t run from us anymore. She’s ours.
CHAPTER 15
COYLE
When I look at the time, I’m a little worried about our girl. She should have been home by now, even though she said she was going to stop by her place and grab some more clothes. I can understand why Killian and Jude were stalking her now. Not knowing where she is and if she’s safe is driving me up the fucking wall.
Dinner is almost done, and Jude came out of his office not long ago after getting some things done. I’m antsy as fuck and not having eyes on Edison is not helping.
I know we need to move this thing to the next stage and tonight is the night we do it. We’ve been living in bliss with our woman in the house, but it’s not enough. I want her here permanently, forever. I know I’m not the only one itching to make this happen.
It feels like this falls on my shoulders to make happen and I have no problems with stepping up to do it.
Killian should be home soon too. That is, of course, if he actually went to his shop today like he said he was going to. He had a sheepish as fuck smile on his face this morning when he told Edison she wouldn’t be stalked today, and the pout she shot him had me chuckling to myself.
I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt so much innate happiness as I’ve been feeling in the last few weeks since we’ve gotten our girl to give us a chance, a real one.
I hope she’s open to everything we’re offering. Once we get her in the house and out of her shitty apartment, I know it’s just a matter of time before we’re filling her with our babies. I had no idea a biological clock could tick so fucking loudly, but there are times when it’s all I can think about.
I want to see her holding a little baby. I want to hear little feet running through the house. I want to share the highs and the lows of growing our family.
She might not be ready. I try to remind myself it’s all on her timeline, but then I’ll look into her eyes and see a little flame of hope steadily growing. I can understand it, I feel the same thing inside of me.
We’ve both had our families taken away from us. We’ve survived, but it’s not the same. Even though I had Killian, I still feel the ripples of the loss of my parents. They would have loved Edison. They would have embraced her and everything she brings into our lives.
I like to think they wouldn’t have a problem with our relationship, considering it involves Jude and Killian as well, but I’m not sure if that’s true. I’m pretty sure they’d see the happiness surrounding us and it would be enough.