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“Bear,” she moaned, scratching my back leaving welts in her path.
“Come all over this dick, Cecily.” I knew I wouldn’t hold on for much longer but being inside of her when she came first was such an amazing experience I wanted to soak it in before I let loose. I peered down at the way her tight stomach muscles contracted in tune with the pulsing between her walls. I stared at how much ecstasy she was in with her eyes closed and her thick dark lashes resting against her milk chocolate cheeks. Her full lips parted to drink in sips of air and utter my name so fucking beautifully. Watching Cecily come was like watching the sunrise. I knew it would happen every day without fail but that never made it any less gorgeous.
When I finally shot my load inside of her I made sure to dig deep. I wanted to give her a baby more than I wanted anything else. My next breath wasn’t even as important as creating a legacy with Cecily. It meant the world to me. It meant a chance to do things better. The right way.
When I pulled out of her warmth, my body relaxed and I laid beside her with a content sigh. She reached up beside her head and grabbed the bear paw necklace. “Can I sleep in it? I promise to take it off before I set foot out of the bedroom in the morning.” I studied those gorgeous eyes and nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Once I clasped the necklace around her neck, her head hit the pillow and she was out like a light. I loved putting her to sleep like that. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a boost to my ego.
I slid out of bed and washed up in the bathroom then left the bedroom quietly so I didn’t wake Cecily. The minute I opened the door, the outline of my father’s frame came into view. I reached behind me and clicked the lock on the doorknob before shutting the door completely. A scowl weighed my features down.
“What the fuck are you doing outside my door?” I snapped in a hushed tone.
“Yourdoor? Listen, you cocky little motherfucker, this ismyhouse. Every door in this bitch is mine.” His nostrils flared and I felt my muscles stiffen while my jaw flexed. The tension between us was thick and I had to be the one to dissipate it or else he’d know I wanted him dead.
I had to cower.
The urge to hurt him was strong. I had to ignore it.
So as much as it made my goddamn bones ache, I lowered my gaze and cleared my throat. “Sorry about that, Dad. You caught me off guard. It’s still weird having you around, man.” I forced a lighthearted smile knowing that under any other circumstance, my father would have been laid out on the hallway floor with bullet holes decorating his chest.
That would happen later.
He nodded triumphantly and grunted. “Get used to it.” He flicked his gaze to my closed bedroom door. “You must have been fucking little Cecily in there. I stood out here for a good ten minutes and listened to you murdering her. Did you save any pussy for me, son?” He cracked a wolfish smile and I felt my blood boil. I pushed images of feeding him my gun out of my dark mind.
“Nah, that wasn’t Cecily,” I lied with a straight face. I knew I’d uttered her name a few times but who knew how long Dad was really standing out there. Everything he did was to manipulate and get the outcome he wanted. He could have only been standing there for five minutes, or he could have been there the entire time. Either way, I was sticking to my story of that not being Cecily in the room.
Dad eyed me then asked, “Well who was it?” He rubbed his chin and stared at me. I took note of the fact that there was a slim rectangular bulge in his pocket. He went out and got himself a phone. I was certain he had a few guns too.
“Some random chick. Her name is Lia. Cecily is hanging out with her friend.”
“That little annoying bitch? What was her name? Kaleena?”
“Kareema,” I said, shaking my head.
“Yeah. Her.”
“One and the same.”
“You fucking both of them or just Cecily?” Dad quizzed. I gave him the answer he wanted instead of the truth. “I fuck whichever one is around at the time.” An easy chuckle slipped from my mouth even though inside it felt greasy, on the outside I remained cool and Dad looked pleased.
I led him away from the door and we ended up downstairs in the study. I was careful to sit on the couch and let Dad have the chair behind the desk. Every move I made was calculated to make him feel like he had me on edge and he was running shit. Nothing could be further from the truth. It was hell trying to tame my ego into submission.
“I need all the contacts you have.” He pulled out a brand new iPhone and I laughed a little.
“Who taught you how to use that thing, old man?” He let a genuine smile slide across his face and all I could imagine was how gutted he’d be tomorrow once he realized nobody was on his side and his empire was mine to keep or throw away. The thought eased my ego a bit and I settled into my seat.
“It’s not too different from before I went in. When I was inside I had that shitty burner flip phone. Your dad is officially upgraded.” He slid his thumb over the smooth glass screen and eyed it. “I drove by the businesses. They look good.”
“I would hope so. I’ve been running everything like you told me to. You didn’t let any of the guys see you…did you?” I studied his face while he answered.
“Nah. Nobody saw me. I was traveling alone. How I like it. There’ll be time to see everyone tomorrow.”
“All the soldiers are excited, man. The buzz is real.”
“They fucking better be excited.” His tone was the epitome of arrogance. That’s how I wanted him though. High off his own delusions. “You told your connect, Tito, I’d be taking over?”
“He wants to have a private meeting with both of us tomorrow at the party. I told him I was down. I hope that was cool.” I didn’t give a fuck about what he thought about me scheduling a meeting. It was a meeting he’d never walk out of.
