“You’re mine, Red. We might be in your father's house, but you know who your daddy is.”
Oh myyyyy. That shouldnotturn me on like it does, but I swear I have a small orgasm. He rocks against me, his cock pressing into my sex.
“Tiernan.” I moan his name.
“Wrong.” He stops immediately.
“Daddy,” I correct quickly, making him smile. I get more turned on seeing the approval on his handsome face.
“You think you can be quiet?” His voice drops low. “Quiet enough to let Daddy fuck his little girl in her bed?” He bites my bottom lip.
I nod my head, and he begins rocking again. A small moan comes from me. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“Liar.” Maybe I am.
“You’re going to let me fill your sweet little cunt with my seed. Then we’re going to go have dinner with your parents. You’ll sit at the table full of my cum reminding you who your real daddy is.”
I’m going to orgasm listening to him talk.
“Then we’ll go home.”
“The lodge?” Home to me is wherever Tiernan is, but I do love the lodge. We’ve made our own little family out there. One that is going to start growing quickly.
“The lodge,” he agrees before I do as he asks. I let him fill me with his seed, and he gives me more orgasms than I can even count.
Who knew that the story that I had been working on so many years ago while looking for my big break would actually turn into my happily ever after?
14
TIERNAN
Isnort quietly and keep reading.
I don’t know why, but I can’t stand not knowing what happened to Lucky. He’s still alive. He has to be. I just can’t get a bead on him. I’ve hacked and dug and looked everywhere. I refuse to believe he’s dead. He’s too smart, too damn clever. He was smart to try and keep his face out of the press. He’d be hard to spot by anyone except those who knew him, especially if he’s changed his look at all. God, what I wouldn’t give to know the truth about him. I’m obsessed. It has to stop. But I get the feeling I’ll never stop looking for this gangster. Maybe one day I can have a true crime blog and put all my notes out for people to help me look for him. Then I could—
“Hey!” Daphne jumps on my back and swipes her journal out of my hands.
“What?” I grab her arm and pull her into my lap. “I was just doing some light reading.”
“You know these are private,” she scolds as I pull her close.
A fresh snow falls outside as we cuddle in front of the fire. Leonard, the enormous cat, walks past and leaves through his top of the line cat door. Diego and I installed it when Daphne and I returned from LA a week ago.
Things have been quiet since. Good. I want them to stay that way so I can enjoy my sneaky little brat. I nibble her ear.
“I think you weren’t just curious about me. You were smitten.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I was obsessed with thefacts of the case. Not you.”
“Yes, me.” I slide one hand down to her hip and move my other between her thighs. “You’ve been obsessed with me for years.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Please.”
“It’s okay. Because now I’m obsessed with you.” I run my hand higher and inside the fabric of her flannel shorts until I feel her panties.
She gasps. “Tiernan!”
“My little brat needs a reminder of who I am.” I push past the panties and run my fingers up her slit.