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No longer needing to knead her breast, I slip my hand down her stomach and between her legs to rub firm circles over her clit through her panties with my middle finger. I had no intention of taking things further than relieving her of the pain in her breast, but the minute I got my mouth on her, any resolve I had to keep my distance shattered.
The way she parts her legs wider and rolls her hips as I continue to nurse from her breast has pre-cum wetting my pants. Just as I’m about to slip my hand under her panties so I can touch her bare pussy, she snaps her hips up and cums with a long, high-pitched moan.
Her stream of breast milk slows, and she drops her hips back to the mattress with a long sigh of satisfaction. She untanglesher fingers from my hair and taps me on the shoulder in quick succession. “I think the blockage is gone. You can stop now.”
I pop off her delicious tit, wishing there was more milk for me to drink. “Stop?”
“Yeah.” Goldie sighs once again and pushes against my shoulder. “Thank you.” I grind my hard dick against her leg. She pushes me away with more force, and I reluctantly give her a few inches of space. Goldie drags her shirt back down and rolls onto her side, facing away from me, then drags the comforter over her small body up to her chin. “‘Night, Davis.”
I frown, hating that she called me by my name after being so intimate. A beat of silence passes while my cock twitches with need, and then I slide up behind her, find her hip with my hand, and grind my cock against her ass. Goldie moans softly and rolls her hips while I slowly start rocking against her. I reach under her shirt and gently cup her drained breast, so supple now that I’ve relieved her.
I kiss her neck and whisper, “That’s it, baby. Keep rolling your hips just like that. You make Daddy feel so good.”
Goldie jerks forward, lifts my hand, and sets it down behind her after wriggling away closer to the edge of the bed. “Marigolddoesn’t have a Daddy, andDaviscan use his own two hands. ‘Night.”
Thoroughly rejected and wanting to carve my own heart out when she stressed both her name and mine, I roll onto my back, my angry dick pointing straight up, tenting my pants. If it could speak, it would call me every shitty name under the sun because what right do I have to call myself herDaddy?
After weeks of using my own hands to get off, I refuse to touch myself now. Simply pressing against Goldie with our clothes on was more pleasurable than any of my furious masturbation sessions to her picture, and if I can’t have her, then I don’t want anything at all.
My cock finally deflates as I count to one hundred, then again, then a third time. I roll toward Goldie, pull her to me in the middle of the bed, and push my knees up behind hers.
Nuzzling my nose in her slightly damp hair at the nape of her neck beneath the towel, I listen to her deep, even breaths. I mumble, “I missed you, baby. I don’t know how I’ll fix everything I broke yet. How I’ll make it all work. But I promise I’ll earn back your trust and the privilege of being your Daddy. I’ll never leave or hurt you again.”
Chapter 16
Goldie
I wasn’t a coffee or tea drinker before having Lily, but I wouldn’t have survived these weeks without caffeine. The rich smell of a freshly brewed pot calls to me as I leave the bedroom and pad toward the kitchen, stopping at the mouth of the hallway. This, of course, is after my momentary freakout, finding Lily missing from her crib just an hour after nursing her and putting her back to bed. It was the discarded cowboy boots on the bedroom floor that was curiously clear of the piles of laundry I had left scattered about that snapped me out of my terror.
Davis is home, and if he keeps the promise he uttered last night when he thought I was asleep, he’ll be home every day. I refuse to get my hopes up, though. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t get caught up in the warm, heady feeling I experienced when he touched me last night. Won’t let myself get used to the idea of sleeping next to him since last night was a one-time-only thing. Won’t long for the feeling of his breath on the back of my neck in our sleep between Lily’s wakeful moments or wish to wake up in his comforting arms every morning, as if he were my husband.As if he loved me.
In fact, I’ll go right into the kitchen and tell him—“What you said last night,” I blurt to his beautifully tattooed naked back ashe sips from a mug, cradling a sleeping Lily in his other arm as he stares out the kitchen window, “is ridiculous. It’s not fair, and I want you to take it back.”
Davis sets his mug down on the clean countertop next to the surprisingly empty kitchen sink. He turns to face me with a brow raised to his sleep-rumpled hair that I had my fingers tangled in just a few hours ago. My fingers twitch to comb through it again and smooth it out.
He leans a hip against the counter. “Take what back?”
I push my frizzy hair behind my shoulder, wishing the sight of him holding Lily didn’t make me want to rub my thighs together. “That thing you said about never leaving again. I know you’re still paying off your dad’s medical bills, and I’m not going to stand in the way of you doing your job.”
He tips his head to the side, studying me. “Is that all?”
I shift on my bare feet. “Um…yes?”
A slow grin splits his beautiful face, made all the more handsome by the beard he still hasn’t shaved off. “You sure?” he asks, his voice thick like honey.
I throw my hands up in the air when his grin turns smug, and he shuffles around the kitchen island toward me. “Yes. Why are you smiling?”
Davis draws me quickly into his broad chest with an arm around my shoulders, and I stumble over my feet, careful not to smash Lily between us and risk waking her up just yet. He drops a kiss on my crown and says, “Because you make Daddy so happy, baby.”
I push away from him. “Wait, no, that’s not—”
“No takebacks,” Davis says, trying to pull me back.
I throw my hands up again, then set them on my hips. “You can’t show up randomly and claim you’re my Daddy again. Not after everything you said when you left. That’s not how it works.”
“Sure it is.” I squeak when Davis spins me around and smacks my right asscheek.
“Dangit, Davis! Not this again.” I turn back around with a scowl while rubbing my stinging cheek.
