Page 111 of Deserter

I didn’t even know if I’d gotten through to him. He’d stayed silent as I drove him home, jerking awake as soon as his eyes would close, as if he was afraid of what he might see.

Celia shifted on my lap before quietly asking, “Do you think you could move them again?”

“Yeah, because that was such a fuckin’ success the first time.”

I’d shown up at their house in the middle of the night, not long after Mikey had stayed over, hellbent on getting my kid somewhere safe. Rented a house a few hours south and had handed her all the cash she could ever need.

It lasted three days.

Three days before she’d gone running back to Comedian, putting my son in danger again.

“Could we fight them for custody? Tell the cops that she’s negligent?”

I shook my head. “They’d forget all about Mikey to go after the club at that point. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to keep him safe when his idiot of a mother refuses to leave Comedian.”

With a sigh, I looked up at the sky. “Tell me a story, princess. Astrology… mythology… whatever. I just need something with a happy ending. Maybe a Greek god who saved his son?”

Celia chewed at her lower lip. “Well, Greek mythology isn’t really known for showcasing good relationships between fathers and sons. They’re more cautionary tales like, ‘don’t eat your kids’ or—”

“Don’t eat your kids? Jesus. Well, tell me something else—distract me before I start considering kidnapping again.”

“Oh, you need a distraction. You should’ve said so.” She unbelted the robe, letting it fall from her shoulders.

I made a sound that might’ve been surprise before pulling her body down closer to mine. Her nails raked along my scalp and I groaned against her lips before kissing a trail along her jaw.

I dragged my teeth down her neck, and she arched her back, thrusting her tits up toward my face as an offering. The cold air had turned her nipples into weapons, but that didn’t stop me from latching onto them.

She began fumbling with my belt buckle, panting, “Need you… inside me.”

“Fuck, Celia.” I’d had her more times and, in more ways than I could count, but her begging never failed to send my cock standing to full attention.

I unbuckled the belt and let it fall to either side of my body before working the zipper down. Celia tossed the robe onto the patio, baring herself completely before me.

I raised my hips and worked my jeans down to my knees before laying back to stroke myself with a grin. “This what you need?”

Her teeth sank down onto her lower lip as she nodded. “Please.”

I jerked her hips forward and dragged my cock through her wetness, loving the way she moaned and whimpered as I teased her. She began rolling her hips forward, trying to get herself off.

“Greedy girl.”

“Just for you,” she panted in return.

Goddamn, I needed to feel her body around me.

I lifted her up and pushed inside roughly. She clenched and tightened around me with a soft cry, looking like a goddess in the moonlight.

Just when I thought she was coming down, her movements increased, and she began riding me with abandon again.

“Harder,” she demanded, letting her nails sink into my shoulder blades. Her lips parted slightly, and she smiled when I thrust in deeper.

“Like that?” I whispered and she nodded as she came again. Instead of relaxing, she began rocking against me in ways that didn’t seem physically possible.

“You haven’t been this horny since—” Her eyes flew open and she grinned down at me wickedly.

“Since when, baby?” she asked with another roll of her hips.

“Since—fuck, Celia,” I growled, doing my best not to come. “Are you knocked up?”

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