Page 67 of Hell's Kitten

“I missed you, Daddy,” I whisper as I take him in deeper.

He plucks one of my hands from his chest and kisses my palm. “I’ll never let that happen again,” he promises me.

I know he said he wanted to take care of me, but my kitten is coming out, and I need to prove he’s mine. I look down at him as he penetrates me farther, dragging my pretty manicured nails down his chest, leaving red lines that shine against his creamy skin and the dark ink of his tattoos.

“Daddy,” I rasp as I bottom out, loving the fullness of him inside me. “Daddy.”

“My kitten,” he says, reaching up and running his thumbs over the bars in my nipples. “My beautiful boy, so good for Daddy.”

I bite my lip as I start to rock. He matches me with every thrust, moving his hands down to my hips so he can steady me and control our motions. It’s like I’m the center of the universe when he looks at me like that, but right now it’s so much more intense than it’s ever been before.

“I love you,” I utter, and he gasps.

“I love you so much, kitten,” he tells me back.

We pick up the pace. There will be times to take our lovemaking slow. But I think right now both of us need this so badly to prove that the bump in our road has long since passed. I dig my fingers into his chest as I ride him hard, my sweat dripping down onto his skin.

As predicted, as soon as he wraps his hand around my cock, I’m done. I drop my head back and scream as he jerks me off and pummels me hard. My orgasm is mind-blowing, and as I’m shooting my load all over his chest, I feel him throbbing inside me as he comes for the first time without any kind of barrier.

I tremble as my climax starts to fade, and he’s immediately hugging me against him tightly, pressing his mouth everywhere it can reach. Eventually, our lips meet in a slow, sensual kiss that says so much more than words ever could.

My Daddy is never going to be a poet laureate, but that doesn’t matter to me so long as he communicates the best he can. He can say everything he needs to with his mouth just like this, and I’ll understand.

I am his, and he is mine. It’ll be nice to have a collar and some rings to tell the world that someday. But right now, it’s enough that I know it to be true.

Epilogue

Eighteen Months Later

Nim

I can’t say that cheerleading competitions are my idea of a fun or relaxing time, but it’s always worth it to see my baby boy shine on that big blue mat.

I’ll be forever grateful that Rafferty McKenna was able to undo whatever damage his son did and get Jessie’s name cleared with the Cheer First cheerleading association. I don’t know what strings he pulled, and honestly, I probably don’t want to know. The bottom line is that Jessie wasn’t punished because of me, and he was allowed to pursue his dream of college cheer.

The team welcomed him back with open arms. Apparently, the girl dating McKenna’s son left in a big fit of dramatics, taking her nasty little cronies with her. That meant that Jessie’s best friend, Alannah, could join the competition squad like she always wanted, so I think it all worked out for the best.

I’ve been to every one of their competitions so far, and I’ve been so proud watching them flourish, aware of how much Jessie poured his heart and soul into their training. It was nosurprise to me that when he entered his sophomore year, he earned a place on the committee.

And now here we are in Nashville at the Kittens’ first grand national championship in years. I’m watching the current team with butterflies in my stomach, knowing that my boy is going to hit the mat next.

When the Kittens needed to raise the funds to pay for entry fees, transportation, and accommodation, the Cardinals were the first to come forward and offer to help with fundraising. We held an event at O’Toole’s as a thank-you for the way the cheerleaders all came together and saved our community when we thought all hope was lost.

Mercifully, the temporary closure didn’t affect Toe Beans too badly in the end. In fact, thanks to all the media coverage at our protest, as soon as I opened the doors again, we were booked up for months in advance. We were able to survive those couple of low-income months because of the boom that followed. I didn’t have to lose any staff. Actually, I soon had to hire more.

More importantly than that, though, was that the applications for cat adoptions doubled. It’s been a year and a half, and we’re still rotating through cats at record speed as more and more fur babies find their forever homes.

Speaking of which, Jessie and I did indeed end up with an eleventh black cat at home. However, thanks to the café’s increased popularity, even the new black cats have been finding homes. At Jessie’s insistence, I got Leah to do a special series of videos about how black cats are always the last to be picked, and people took that to heart. So for now, at least, it seems like we’re stopping at eleven.

Thank goodness. We ran out of star signs, after all.

As soon as we reopened, the very first adoption was from Sheriff Chancey. It was obvious to me that she bonded with the feisty tabby kitty, who she promptly named McNulty after herfavorite TV detective, and I was glad to see him go to someone who I knew to be loyal and protective. Besides, if she hadn’t taken him, I was in real danger of doing it myself.

Eleven cats is alotfor one apartment, however. Which is why since Christmas, Jessie and I have started house hunting. I’ll miss living right above the café, but the new home we’ve found is only a ten-minute drive away and has about triple the square feet. So much more room for all of us, especially as I’m planning on making a massive catio so our fur babies can safely explore outside.

Having Jessie move in with me right from the start felt like the universe telling us to be together despite our reservations. But it was always my place that Jessie adapted to. The new home will be all ours, together. I can’t wait for that.

The current team finishes their routine with a flourish, and the crowd cheers, bringing my attention back to the here and now. I clap politely, but my eyes automatically flick to the side of the stage, anxious to get a glimpse of my baby before he goes on. I’m standing with a bunch of other friends and family members of the Kittens, several of us wearing some kind of purple and teal combination. I’m rather brazenly sporting a T-shirt that reads KITTEN DADDY that Jessie got for me as a joke but I’m surprising him by actually wearing it today. I know he’ll be absolutely thrilled.