Page 23 of Joker's Ghost
“That’s what makes you all so perfect.” She strokes my face. “Tough on the outside, soft on the inside.” Her hand wanders to my cock. “And hard where it counts.”
“Mmmmm.” I pull her onto my lap, yank off her tank top, then nuzzle her breasts until a soft purring fills the room.
I nip and suck one nipple, then the other, and Daisy presses herself closer to me. I need more, and I know she does too, so I lie back on the bed, taking her with me.
She runs her hands up my t-shirt until she has it pulled over my head. Then she makes quick work of the tab and zipper of my jeans. I lift my hips, and she pulls them off, throwing them behind her. Her lips part, and I grip the sheets in anticipation.
When she lowers her head and takes me in whole, my hips jerk off the mattress. She keeps at me in perfect rhythm while her hands caress my thighs. The sweet torture is everything I needed today as my mind clears and the only thought is holding out long enough to enjoy the perfect torture of Daisy’s lips.
When she hums against my cock, I can’t hold out any longer, but my woman doesn’t give up. She deep-throats me until I explode, then she licks me clean. Her sly grin tells me she knows where she’s taken me and done what I needed.
She leaves butterfly kisses over my tense abs as she crawls up my body, ending with a deep kiss so I can taste our love on her tongue. She grinds over me, and after a few minutes, my dick is ready for more, so I grab her hips, putting her exactly where I need her.
“Someone’s impatient,” she teases.
“Always with you.” I grab her lips one more time, then center her over my throbbing cock.
She moves to straddle me bracing her palms on my chest. At seven months pregnant, it’s about the only way this works,but the increased pressure and friction of her belly makes my dick impossibly hard.
She rides me slowly at first, then harder and faster until we’re both panting and gasping for air. I hold her hips tight, keeping pace with her frantic movements, and again I feel the sweet agony wash over me. I reach my hand between us, find her nub, and when I twist it with my thumb and forefinger, she yells out, then collapses over my chest, sated and content.
I revel in the aftershocks of her body with my own release. A perfect mix, taking me to the level where stress doesn’t exist and the only people alive are Daisy and I on this bed in this room, feasting on our love.
I roll her to my side and stroke her hair away from her face. “No matter how many times, it’s always perfect.”
“Mmmm, I know, but it takes me longer to catch my breath.” She smooths her hand over her belly. “This little person is growing so fast.”
I lean up and kiss her belly, then turn the side of my head to rest against her stomach, and our baby moves within her.
Daisy runs her fingers through my hair, and I look up at her. “You know, no matter what happens, I will always put you and the kids first, right?”
“Of course.” She smiles. “I swear, I think you’re the one who’s hormonal.”
“I just want everything to be perfect for you this time.”
“I know that, and I also know what happened last time wasn’t your fault, but for some reason, lately you’ve been doubting yourself.”
I cuddle her to me and close my eyes. “I never thought when we were holed up in Miami trying to take down a cartel boss that we’d ever find this kind of happiness.”
“I know, but we have, and we also have so much to be grateful for, so don’t overthink it.”
Daisy’s right, but I still can’t shake the unsettled, itchy sensation coursing through my blood. Past experience taughtme to listen to my gut, and plenty of times, intuition kept me alive, making it all the harder to ignore now.
I lean up on my elbow. “Why don’t we blow off the party tonight and stay right here in bed?”
“What?” Daisy awkwardly pushes herself up on the bed.
“I could say you’re tired. I mean, you are seven months pregnant. No one would question it.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and we have our costumes. Very good costumes. Anyway, Cobra will definitely want you there, and Sheena will be so disappointed if I don’t show.”
I draw in a deep breath. It was worth a try, but I should’ve known Daisy’s reaction. Over the last few years in Vegas, she’s grown close to the other women in the club and even the brothers. They all adore her and probably want to see her tonight as much as me—maybe more.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Then let me up.” She pushes against my hold. “I have to shower and get dressed. Remember everything takes twice as long since I’ve been carrying around your child.”
She rolls away from me, heads for the shower, and for the millionth time today, I try to convince myself all is well.
