Page 71 of Breaking the Code

“Pinch my thigh hard,” I order.

His head shakes gently from side to side.

“Do it, ghille. Now!”

He pinches me.

“Harder.”

He pinches me hard enough I’m sure I’ll bruise. I let my head roll back onto my shoulders.

He’s perfection.

“That was perfect. That’s how you should do it if you need me to stop. The first one if you need a break.”

I slide out slowly, and I see his tear-filled eyes peering up at me from around my cock. I smirk down at him and let go, fucking his throat. My balls slap against his forehead as his nose presses against me.

The sight o’ my cock moving in and out o’ the slender column o’ his neck spurs the tingling in my spine closer to the surface. My rhythm falters, and I drop my head back, shouting as cum spurts from my cock.

Tavish tries, but there’s too much. Cum dribbles out o’ his mouth and nose. I pull out and flip him on his belly as he gags and coughs.

I squat in front o’ him, and when he looks up at me, I fucking melt. He’s a goddamn mess. Cum and snot mix with the tears on his face, but the thing that really seals our fate is the smile he’s coughing through.

That fucking organ residing in my chest that laid dead for so fucking long is fucking singing. It’s taking notice and claimed Tavish as ours.

I kiss the boy’s forehead and use the shirt I pulled off him to clean up his face.

“Damn, Daddy, can we do that again?”

I chuckle. He may be years too young, but Simon was right. Even though I feel insane saying that since he’s never met Tavish. But I’m done fighting against how he makes me feel. Tavish completes me. As much as it pains me to admit, he fits me better than Simon ever did.

Now, I just need to keep him alive and out o’ Samuel Nicholson’s clutches.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

TAVISH

My fingers fly over the keyboard. The glare from the screens flickers through the dark room. I’ve almost got the motherfucker, and I’m not stopping until the last bit o’ info is in my hot, little hands.

Since the info about Elijah came in, I’ve been working relentlessly to gather as much information as I can. Much to Daddy’s chagrin. Draven harps at me about eating and sleeping and while I’m doing better, he knows we’ve gotta find this asshole.

My phone buzzes, and a grin stretches my face. A photo I snapped o’ Daddy and I cuddled up in my bed fills the screen. He doesn’t know I took it, but I couldn’t help myself. Daddy’s sleeping in the photo, but he’s got me tucked under his chin. His head rests above mine. I’ve sneaked a few photos o’ us since he quit fighting this thing between us, but this one is my favorite.

“Hello, stranger,” I say when the phone connects.

“Hello, min kara. Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Why are you calling when I should be in bed?”

His laughter filters through the speakers and fills the room. “When was the last time ye slept, lilla du?”

Sighing, I answer, knowing he will not be happy. “I grabbed a couple o’ hours last night.”

A grunt. That’s all I get. But he knows how important this is.

“And food. At least tell me yer eating.”

Looking around at my room, I have to smile. At least in this one aspect, he won’t be so upset with me. “I’m going to need you to come home soon. I’ve almost eaten all my meals.”

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