Page 18 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“Hey, Abi,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment.

Thankfully, he’s smiling. He’s smiling so fucking widely, I almost can’t stand it. “Good morning, little one.”

I know apologies are in order, but right now, I just need to get to him, so he can fill me up. I can’t stand how empty I feel without him. Slowly shuffling over, my eyes are locked with his, neither of us willing to look away. Everyone else has faded from existence, leaving only us in a poorly decorated motel lobby. I slide my thumbs into the waist of my joggers and slowly push them down. Once they’re around my ankles, I kick them to the side, leaving myself almost bare before him. His eyes travel my body like a cartographer scoping out an uncharted land, taking stock of every twist and turn the landscape offers.

“Abi, can I . . .”

He gives a smile, shy and reserved, but filled with affection. “Come to me,” he says, patting his thigh. “Come now, love.”

With just a few short words, he’s lifted any unease still swimming in my bloodstream. He isn’t angry with me. There’s no rage to be rained down on me like an endless shower. Just Abi Kincaid’s kind eyes and welcoming arms. I hoist my leg up and sit on his lap, curling up against his chest like a touch-starved twink.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, closing my eyes and inhaling his woodsy cologne. “I don’t hate you.” His shoulder’s right there, so I pucker my lips and give it a little kiss. “I didn’t mean it. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he says, but I’m not sure how much he believes me. His hand cradles the back of my head, pulling my face against his chest. “You were upset. I understand.”

I shake my head, but his grip on me tightens, locking me in place. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Give me an out. You can’t just let me off the hook so easily. I said some really hateful shit that I regret, and I deserve to be ...”

“Tell me,” he demands. “What is it you believe you deserve?”

My breaths are coming heavy and harsh, and each one feelslike ice in my lungs. Mental images of Benito’s punishments flash through my head like the world’s worst movie. Me, in the chair, watching him take them from me. Listening to his hateful, hurtful words. I fucking hated him for his misplaced hatred, but right now, after what I’ve done to Abi, I feel like it’s what I deserve.

“To be punished,” I whisper.

“Oh. No,” he says, and his voice is filled with so much fucking affection, I don’t know if I can stand it. “No, Tatum.” He takes my face in his hand and lifts until our eyes meet. “I do not punish the people I love, I cherish them. I try to understand them. Yesterday, you were frightened, and you lashed out. I understood it even as it was happening. It will take far more than a slap to the face and a few cruel words to push me away.”

His grip loosens, and I bury my face in his chest. With my ear against his heart, I can hear it thudding rapidly. Despite his racing heart, his body radiates cool, calm, and collectedness. He’s a master at hiding his emotions. I find his hand and guide it to its home, resting his palm against my bare ass. A growl rattles in his throat, and his grip tightens around my cheek, his nails digging into my flesh.

“I feel empty,” I admit. “Waking up without you—it didn’t feel right.”

“I know,” he agrees, kissing the side of my face. His finger slides closer to my crack, running up and down the edge like he’s knocking on a door and waiting to be allowed entry. “Is this still where I belong?” And then it happens. His fingertip taps my hole, and it takes all my strength to stifle a moan. “Is it time for me to come home to you?”

“Please,” I say, breathlessly. “Please, come home.”

It’s all the invitation he needs. He brings his finger to my mouth and holds it there. It takes me a second to realize what he’s asking for, but once it registers, I take him into my mouth, getting him nice and wet for me. When he’s all lubed up, helowers his finger to my crack and drags it across my hole. “Deep breath. Here it comes.”

The moment he’s inside, I feel more content than I ever have. He slides in, then out, then in again, repeating the move on an endless cycle. I don’t want to enjoy it, but it’s the thing I enjoy most in this world. Since meeting Abi, my ass has gotten more attention than it ever did with my exes.

“Ah, what the fuck, man? I don’t want to see that shit,” Brody says behind us, his voice filled with irritation. “It’s one thing when the motherfucker’s got a blanket on his lap, but his whole fucking asshole is out.”

My cock twitches. Abi must feel it, because he chuckles softly into my ear. “Do not worry about him. You’ve got the most beautiful hole I’ve ever seen. It deserves to be on display.”

“So,” Scotty says, louder than the situation calls for. “If you’re done molesting my biffle, we really need to talk about wedding stuff.” Reluctantly, I tear myself away from Abi’s chest and glance over my shoulder. Scotty arranges his playing cards neatly on the table, kissing the tip of his finger and pressing it against each of the character’s faces when he’s done. “Since we’re leaving in a few days, we need to discuss sleeping arrangements.”

“Sleeping arrangements?” I ask.

He nods. “Fee’s already got her room booked at the bed-and-breakfast, but I was thinking Brody and I could take my old apartment.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “We’ve been away from Texas for half a year. I think the new tenants might take issue with a terroristic twink and his psycho boyfriend spending the week there.”

Scotty rolls his eyes. “After Daddy killed my father and the agency stopped trying to hunt us down, Daddy decided to keep it for me, just in case something happens and we need to abandon all of you in a life-or-death situation. God, Tatum, I’ve explained this to you multiple times. Keep up, please.”

“This is quite literally the first I’ve heard of this.”

He shakes his head. “You always do this. It’s like the second his finger slides inside your butt, the rest of the world falls by the wayside. Next, you’ll say you forgot about when I told you Daddy and I stole both of your licenses, bought me a pretty blond wig, and assumed your identities, a few weeks ago.”

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