Page 217 of Bitter Poetry
My brows pull together. “I’m not following where this is going.” I do, but he’s fishing, and I won’t make this easy for him. If he had any sense, he would read my expression and back the fuck away.
“Christian?”
My face shutters. “You’ve reached your question limit, Cedro. But you can take this as you will: it’s none of your goddamned business. And don’t make it your business.”
I leave before I say something I will regret. But I’m fucking fuming and need to take a moment outside Christian’s bedroom.
She’s going to be in there. Someone who didn’t know her might presume she would be sitting in a chair watching over him. I fully expect her to be in his bed with him.
Maybe it makes me crazy to admit this, but I want her to be.
I push the door open and step inside, shutting it softly behind me again.
The curtains are open and moonlight spills across the room and bed.
He’s on his back. She’s curled into his side.
A wave of fierce love crashes over me.I could have lost him. I could have lost her.
I don’t care about other people’s opinions, and certainly not Cedro’s. He’s a traditional man, and what I want doesn’t fit the traditional mold. Something has been said since I left for him to ask that question. If I even think he’s offering well-meaning opinions to his daughter, I will kick him the fuck out of my home.
But she loves the old fool, so I need to trust him to heed my warning.
I strip down and slide into the bed behind her. She rouses sleepily.
“Hush, baby. Go back to sleep. It’s only me.”
She’s wearing a too-big T-shirt that I suspect to be one of Christian’s. I like her wearing my clothes to sleep in, but I don’t mind her wearing his.
I’m exhausted, my head is buzzing with the many conversations and worries, but my dick still wakes up.
I smile and kiss the back of her neck.
Christian made his rule about me not fucking her while he wasn’t around, but I’m guessing that extends to me fucking her while he’s half unconscious.
Shame.
There’s always tomorrow.
CHRISTIAN
I come awake to the sensation of hot suction around my cock.
Fuck, I like this dream.
My hand reaches down and connects with a head… and long hair.
“Ah, fuck!” My eyes slam open to find Carmela on her hands and knees, her head bobbing as she sucks my dick. Dante is behind her, fucking into her slowly, making her tits sway and pushing her onto me with every thrust.
Jesus! Fuck.I’m going to come.Christ, think of something else, Christian.
I summon up the image of a body we pulled out of the river one time, all bloated and swollen… Yeah, that works. My fingers spear her hair. Fuck, she has amazing hair. It feels like silk under my rough fingers. It’s long, dark, and forms bouncy waves. It looks hot all messed up from my touch.
I’m conscious of her triggers, so I don’t hold her tight, letting her move how she wants to, letting her do this on her terms. Fine by me. She can wake me up like this every day if she wants to.
Dante slides his right arm around her waist. Her sudden jolt as she sucks me deeper tells me his fingers are playing with her.
“Fuck, yeah. Get her off. Make her come, Dante. Fuck, she’s sucking me so good when you do that. Don’t fucking stop.”
