Page 49 of Joker's Ghost
“I’m not a baby, Daddy. I’m five.”
“Okay, but you’ll always be my baby.” I tousle her hair. “Where’s Mom?”
“She’s in the bedroom.”
Nice. With any luck, she’s still in the tub. Win-win.
I push the bedroom door open, and Daisy startles on the edge of the bed.
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.”
I search her face, ‘cause my girl doesn’t frighten easily. I join her on the side of the bed, smooth my hand over her bump and nuzzle her neck, drinking in the scent of rosewater soap, her favorite bath fragrance. “I was kinda hoping you’d still be in the tub.”
“There’s only room enough in there for me these days.” Her lips tilt, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
Just like with Cobra, I could read my girl’s expression and body language without her saying a word. Right now, her stick-straight spine and clenched fists speak volumes.
“You were badass back in the day, but even then I could tell when you were keeping something from me.”
“Well, this time you’re wrong.” She throws back her shoulders. “And who says I’m still not badass?”
I cup her baby bump. “Anybody who can carry around another human being in their body for nine months is badass to me.”
“You forgot about labor.”
“Nah, labor elevates you to super hero.” Joker laughs. “But, seriously, you look like you got something you wanna spill.”
She cups me through my jeans and, of course, all logical thoughts leave my brain. “Isn’t this better than talking?”
“You’re not fooling me, and, yeah, this is hella better than talking, but when we’re done, you’re gonna tell me whatever’s weighing on you.”
Daisy’s masterful tongue traces along the scar decorating my jawline, and I fuckin’ shiver. This woman knows how to light me up. Shit, she’s been doin’ it since the first time we met.
She stands, positioning herself between my legs, then drags my t-shirt up and over my head. Her soft hands roam over my shoulders, and when she pushes me back against the mattress, I go willingly.
She leans over me, then gazes at the bulge in my jeans. “Looks like somebody’s ready.”
“Ohhh, I’ve been ready since you mentioned taking a bath—kinda disappointed I missed it.”
“We’ll just have to make up for it now, but I’d like to know what that devious grin is about.”
“Just thinking about the first time we got together.” My grin widens.
“You mean when we didn’t even know each other’s names?”
“Yeah, that first time.”
Daisy runs her palms over my abs, and I twitch. “You being all hard-ass biker.”
“And you with that big-time attitude.”
“And just like then, I can read all your tells.” I undo the front of her robe. “But right now, I want to suck on those beautiful nipples.” Her breasts had ripened like the juiciest fruit.
“If I remember correctly, you were very ready and willing to get with a stranger.” She pushes the robe off her shoulders, and I cup her overflowing breasts with both hands. “But even then, there was something I trusted about you.”
“My biggest decision that night was whether to take you fast, hard, and dirty—or slow, deep, and filthy.” I lean up, capturing one nipple between my lips. I suck her hard, and she throws her head back on a moan.
“It was like something I’d never experienced before andsomething I wanted to have over and over.” Daisy grinds over me, the impatience shining in her eyes.
