“Daddy,” she breathes.
“Better.” I kiss her throat as I finger her slowly, torturously.
When I stroke her clit, her body tightens, her breathing stops, and she comes on a low moan that I swallow with a hard kiss.
She’s panting when I put my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. “You are filthy, Mr. Luciano.”
“Hold that thought, because I intend to eat the hell out of your ass tonight.”
“TMI, jeez.” Charles walks through the living room and can barely stifle his laughter.
“As if you don’t eat ass,” I scoff.
“He does.” Clover flits through the room and into the kitchen. “Like a champ.”
Charles growls and follows her. Then we hear giggles and moans from the kitchen.
Daphne sighs and nestles against my chest. “I love it here.”
“So do I. Ever since you ladies showed up, this house has become a home. cliché, but true.”
“You guys are practically brothers.”
“Yeah, we are. But we still had our skirmishes.”
“You mean when the four of you argue over your body counts?” She shakes her head. “I’ll never understand how you can be so sweet, caring, and loving, but then you can destroy anyone who crosses you.”
“That’s easy, Red.” I kiss her crown. “You come first. Anyone threatens you, that’s the last mistake they’ll make. We keep what’s ours.”
“Can I get an amen?” Aurora jets through the living room with Diego hot on her heels.
He just gives a low grunt and thunders after her while she giggles. When a door slams deeper in the lodge, I know he’s caught her.
“She’s about to hit a high note.” Daphne smiles.
“So are we. I managed to get the preacher from Frozen Falls out here next week.”
She leans back, her eyes wide. “Nextweek?”
My heart sinks. “You don’t want to get married next week?”
When she throws her arms around my neck and squeezes, I can finally breathe again. “Oh my God! Next week!” She jumps up and down in my lap, which makes my cock stiffen beneath her. Jesus, she can always get me going. “That is perfect! I need a dress, though, and my parents—”
“Are coming. I already talked to them.”
She squeezes me again, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wipe the grin off my face.
“Preacher?” Barrow leans on the doorframe from his wing of the house. “Next week?”
“Yeah.” I give him a nod.
“I’m in.” He pats his coat pocket and lowers his voice. “I’ve just been waiting for Leonard to learn my proposal routine. He’s supposed to wear it around his neck, and then I’m going to tell Bells that—n ”
“Tell Bells what?” She walks in, her hair up in a messy bun as she leans against Barrow.
He stiffens. “Oh, uh, nothing.”
“Well, can you tell me nothing in your room?” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses him.