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She giggles at me, “Good morning to you too.” It takes me way too long to realize she wasn't speaking to me, she was speaking to my cock, and I happily grind it up against her.

“He’s always happy to see you, Sweetheart.”

She takes my face in her hands and kisses me hard. What is this woman doing to me? My body comes to life at just the slightest touch from her.

Reluctantly, I break away from her panting.

“What are you trying to do to me?” She giggles again, the sound sends a shock straight to my cock and I can’t get enough of it. I want more. This time she grinds against me, grabbing my face again. Eagerly peppering kisses along my jawline and down my neck. “Sweetheart,” I growl.

“What?” She giggles, continuing on as she gives a little wiggle of her ass before wrapping her legs around me. I’m powerless to restrain myself, because I don’t know how much I can hold out for; my cock is aching painfully.

“Tell me what you want, Little Wasp?” I growl, grinding my teeth.

“You, just you,” she whispers, breathless. A loud roar escapes me, and I tug my pants down as fast as I can. Slowly, I inch my way inside her. I don’t want to be rough with her, but fuck me, she’s tight.

Delicious moans come from her, as I ever so gently pump in and out. Restless, I bite into my bottom lip to stop myself from coming too soon, she needs this, this is for her. Hungrily, she grabs my hair with both hands and pulls me into her. Our lips crash together; as her soft sweet groans fill up the room. I want to fuck her hard, every single inch of me is fighting the urge to do just that. But that’s not what she needs right now.

Surprisingly, she breaks the kiss, panting heavily in my ear, “Fuck me hard, big boy, give me everything you’ve got.”

I go to protest, but she bites down on my earlobe, and in the sexiest voice I have ever heard she whispers, “I need you to fuck me hard,now.”

Something inside me flips, because I grab hold of the headboard with one hand, and her hip with the other, and slam into her hard.

“GOD!” she screams out while her head rolls back with pleasure. No longer in control, I slam into her repeatedly. I can’t get enough of her; I need her like I need air. She moans out loudly and I know she’s coming. I can feel every moment vibrating through me. Fuck!

I slam into her one last time, holding her still as I spill inside her. “Jesus, Sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?” I puff out a breath, pulling out of her, as I roll over onto my side.

“Only if you want me to,” she says with a wink.

Rising from the bed, I tug off my pants completely, chucking them onto the floor as I make my way to the bathroom to turn on the water for a shower. Returning to the bedroom, I scoop her up from the bed and sling her over my shoulder. The sound of her laughter is almost surreal as I carry her into the bathroom. Carefully setting her down once we are inside the shower, I take my time as I wash her before washing myself.

After we are done and out of the shower, we lay on the bed.

Not wanting to hurt her anymore, and treading very carefully, I try my best to explain everything about her dad and that he would be staying here with us.

Hopefully lightening the mood, I start from the beginning and begin to share with her about my sister, along with all the details and reasons why I do what I do for my father.

Quietly, she listens intently while I speak, which I appreciate because it allows me to get everything out. She listens without a disgusted look in sight, which I take as a good sign.

However, her silence afterwards makes me nervous. I don’t want her to see me differently, it would utterly destroy me, and I haven't mentioned that I have Jack yet, but I will.

One step at a time, I just want her to digest what I’ve told her first.

I'vetakenabreakfrom singing because it feels like no one is listening. I wonder if Donovan has forgotten that I'm even here, I think he has, so what’s the point in continuing?

Is he doing this just to annoy me? Does leaving me here like this do something for him? The asshole that he is, is probably doing all this on purpose, making me wait like a cunt.

I’m certain he has forgotten about me, for fuck’s sake. I had to take a piss in the corner, and now the fucking place stinks. Animals get treated better than I do, but then again, in his eyes, I am one.

Sometimes, I think I hear people talking outside the van, but it quickly disappears. Is he doing this to drive me crazy? Or is he giving me a taste of my own medicine for leaving Raine in the storage container? That thought makes me think: I wonder if he found her, he must have by now, otherwise he would be in here screaming the place down.

“Take him out, tie him up, tight.” Oooh voices, let the fun begin.

Two big bulldog looking fuckers swing the door open and drag me out. I don’t fight them at this point, I want them to think they are getting the upper hand. I scan my surroundings silently, calculating a way out, as I try to pinpoint the exits. There is a heavy wooden door behind the men, and a small window high up on the wall.

I’m lost in thought, when the bull dogs’ ridiculous voices disrupt my focus, pulling me back into the present. What are they being so loud about? I turn my gaze to them, giving a disapproving glare that I hope shows my annoyance. They are locked in a stupid argument, something about mayo or miracle whip in a sandwich, seriously? Rolling my eyes, I take a mental note. If these are the type of people Donovan employs, that argue over condiments of all things, I have nothing to worry about. Their bickering reveals a certain level of incompetence that I find reassuring.

I scan the room again, feeling the tension ease a little as I consider my options. I focus on the door. It looks solid, but I might be able to push it open quietly if the argument continues. As if I'm listening to a bad radio station, I can hear one of them passionately defending his love for mayo, while the other insists that a proper sandwich simply can’t be made without miracle whip. If only all of this were just a bad comedy sketch.

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