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"The fuckers got away," Dodge says in answer to my question.

"It was my father."

Dario looks me in the eye, perhaps to confirm the validity of my statement. I add, "Theresa was the driver. According to my father, he was the one who got Theresa pregnant. It makes me sick."

"Where would they go?" Dodge inquires.

"Other than their addresses from when I lived there, I have no idea." Pause. "Dad had a run-down cabin on the river. I know about it, though, so I doubt they went there."

"They'll need a new vehicle, too. The one they drove won't get them very far." Dario adds.

"Can we go back to the room?" I ask.

"Yeah, babe." Dario nods at Dodge. "We're going to the room."

"Give me a minute. I'll go up with you."

Shivering, Dario takes off his sweater and puts me in it. He smiles. "It looks much better on you."

"I'm so cold."

"I'll keep you warm and from now on I'll hand- cuff us together."

"Oh, kinky!" I giggle and enjoy taunting him. It helps me warm up too.

"Honey, enough of this in public."

"I can't believe my father is behind all this, Dario." We start walking with Dodge in front of us. "We haven't talked in years because he's a terrible person. I just never thought he'd come after me. If anything, I was afraid he would get drunk and kill me with his fists."

Dodge curses under his breath and Dario kisses the top of my head.

"The cops will want to take your statement in the morning, but they are actively looking for your father.”

A few minutes later we're back in the room. My eyes go to the diary, then back to Dario. "It's okay if you read it."

He winces. "You left it open. I saw my name." He grabs my hips and rests his forehead against mine. "I apologize for the way I acted. I was exhausted and in pain. When I saw your face?—"

"I'm sorry too, but I'm relieved. You know what was going through my mind at the time. You have nothing to apologize for either, Dario. I am the one who is sorry. I love you. I wanted to protect you.”

His hands slide up my body, cupping my face. "Sweetheart," he murmurs. "I love you." He smiles. "I'll show you how much."

"No sex, remember?"

Groaning, he grinds his erection against my hip. "Tomorrow's a new day."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DARIO

With a naked Gemmain my arms on the bed, I push all the fear that had gripped me earlier out of my mind. I almost screwed everything up just to get to my girl. Her father will not get that chance again. I’m sure of that. I'll think about it tomorrow. He's not welcome in this room with us.

I run a caressing hand down Gemma's back, concentrating on the round bottom beneath my fingers. My cock stirs against her pussy as I press closer. I revel in the feel of her soft skin against mine, grateful for this moment of peace and intimacy. Gemma's breathing is steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded us earlier.

I nuzzle her cheek and find her gorgeous lips. They're nice and plump after I couldn't stop kissing her in the shower. My tongue dives into her mouth, tasting my sweet Gemma. Her hands move to my chest, her fingers finding the metal bar through my nipple. She tugs, her sexy body moving gently in my arms. Her touch ignites a fire in me that I never want to put out.

Gemma moans into my mouth and presses closer, her tight nipples digging into my chest. I move down her body and take one of her nipples in my mouth, using my tongue to play with the nipple ring. The pierced nipple drives me crazy. A shuddergoes through me as I feel a hand slip between us, and her fingers reach out and find my dick. She plays with the silver, drawing more pre- cum from my body. My dick feels ready to explode. I curse and dive forward, attacking her breasts.

The nipple ring makes her gasp as I suck hard. I don't let go as I roll her onto her back, her pelvis grinding desperately against mine.

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