Page 85 of Look My Way
Only one way to find out. Stepping closer, I rub my nose down his neck, and he shivers. “Daddy.”
“Pequeño. My strong, brave, wonderful boy.”
Preening, he rests his body against mine and I wrap my arms around him, swaying us back and forth as we sing together. I do smile. So much with him. They were all fake and pathetic efforts before. It’s all real with him, though, and I finally know what the big deal is. When it comes to falling in love too, because this has to be what this is, or something close to it. It’s fast. Too fast. But it’s either right away with me or not at all. It’s how my brain works. I know I’ll hate something by smelling or being close to it, but with Liam, it was the opposite. The moment I laid eyes on him I had the feeling he was going to ruin me for anyone else.
I kiss his cheek, running a hand down to his cock, and I stroke him lazily. He stretches his body, rocking forward and moaning. “Daddy,” he whines.
“Yes, carino?”
“Don’t stop touching me.”
“Oh, you never have to worry about that.” I move my fingers faster, my other hand traveling down his back to find his pretty tight hole that’s as sweet as the rest of him. I’m obsessed with every part of him, being hooked the more I visit the planes of his body. Lowering myself behind him, I replace my fingers with my tongue and hold on to his thighs as his hips fly forward.
He makes more sexy sounds, struggling to stand still as I drive him crazy with my tongue. I add a finger, and he slams his hands to the wall, his head falling back. No, he didn’t need to beg me not to stop touching him, but if he feels like it gives him more of a choice then I’ll keep giving him what he wants when he does.
He shakes and squirms, body locking up as he comes down the drain. I lick him some more and kiss each of his fleshy globes before standing up. I spin him around and he falls against me, body slack and smiling into my shoulder.
“I think . . .” He pauses. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Then we can be here to catch each other, because I’m pretty sure I’m already there.”
His face burrows into my skin and his arms fall around me, nails digging into my skin. Yes, leave your marks, so you can see that I’m yours to hurt and cover in scars I’m happy to carry around with me. He marks me where my uncle cut me with a razor. His nails break skin where my dad laid the flame of his lighter to my skin. He’s replacing those memories, my old pain, while doing the same for himself. He’s so strong. He could damage me as much as I could him, and he’s looking down, touching my bloody skin while his lips turn up.
“You can handle so much too, Daddy.”
“Yes. We both can. All the same things.”
Licking at his fingers, he looks up at me and sucks on each one. “Ready to go to bed?”
“Our bed?”
“Yes. Our bed.”
“Okay,” he says sweetly, and I reach behind him to shut off the water. After wrapping him in a large towel, I help him out of the tub, and we both thoroughly dry off before snuggling under the covers together. I wake up first in the morning as planned, my heart growing two sizes when I spot the gift he left me on the kitchen windowsill next to the recipe box. It’s the flower and bee he had on his face at the party. I don’t touch the top in case it’s still drying, and I leave it where it is while I turn on the espresso machine.
I fix myself an iced coffee and walk to the living room to look out the window. I’m about to walk away when I see a car slowly drive by. It’s a cop car. It passes the house again, and my teeth squeeze so hard together I think they’ll crack at any minute. Yeah, I’ll be paying him a visit tonight. I’ll wait until my boy is sound asleep to slip out, and I’ll be back before he notices without a trace of evidence of his dead ex on me.
I cover the window back up and set my cup in the sink. It takes a good minute for me to calm down, and when I do, I search out the cuffs I took from Daniel’s unlocked vehicle yesterday. Looking to where my carino waits for me, I slowly move that way and sing “Smile” in a low tone, going quiet once I’m back in the room.Our room.
Thirty-Three
Liam
My eyes are heavy as I open them, and panic sets in when I can’t move my wrists. Arms stretched above my head, I’m cuffed to the headboard. I gaze around the room and a man in all black walks in, the sunlight seeping through the curtains casting a glow on him. The eyes are what I focus on, and my fear shifts to arousal. It’s him. It’s Daddy.
He looks at me with such heat and love, stalking slowly toward the bed. His head tilts from side to side and he knee-walks onto the bed. Looking down, I glance at my naked body, and I move my legs once I notice my ankles aren’t secured to the bed or each other. They don’t get far before he holds them down, crawling his way up my body. “Don’t move,” he says. “Or I’ll find a new way to keep those legs from going anywhere.”
I choke on a breath, my heart pounding, and I shake my head. “Please don’t.”
“No speaking either. But you are welcome to scream.” His tone is deep, and my bones feel hollow when he rests a hand between my thighs, squeezing my balls.
“So pretty and mine to do with what I want. Anything I want.” He licks at one of my nipples and I roll from side to side.
“Stop. Don’t do this.”
“Am I going to have to tape that mouth of yours shut? Don’t think I haven’t seen the things it can do. That tight little hole too. Time for you to lie there like the whore we both know you are.”
My stomach flips, my cock springing to life.
