Page 38 of The Hottest Daddy
He reached in his back pocket but she shook her head. “No.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure?”
“I want to feel you inside me.” She studied his eyes. “Does it scare you?”
River’s smile answered her question. “No. Not at all … I’ve been thinking about it since Berry asked you the question.”
“I know it’s quick, but I feel like … my body is aching to bear your child. I’ve never felt like this before, that it’s right, it’s time.”
She didn’t have to say anything else. River’s lips were rough against hers as he kicked his jeans and underwear off, and as he gathered her to him, hitching her legs around his waist, he nodded. “I want this too, baby, so, so much.”
His cock was ramrod hard as she helped guide him inside her and he pushed inside her slowly, wanting to remember this moment, finally, skin on skin as they began to make love.
Their gazes never wavered, their breathing synchronized as River’s cock thrust deeper and deeper into her. Sunday’s thighs gripped his waist, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles harder around his cock, making him groan.
His hands pinned hers the tile as his pace increased and by the time she came, she was almost weeping with pleasure, his body owning hers entirely. She felt his cock pump thick, creamy cum deep inside her as he buried his face in her neck, murmuring her name over and over.
Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, a light breeze blowing over their damp bodies. River’s hand splayed on her belly, his lips against her shoulder. Sunday gazed out over the valley. “It’s unbelievably perfect here.” She grinned at him. “Let’s just stay here.”
“Done,” he laughed, then sighed. “But seriously, as much as I love it here, we have to go back. Luke’s there, Carmen, and Berry has school.”
“I know, it’s a pipedream.” She sighed. “And I still have to face whoever is stalking me.”
“I hate to admit it, but yes. We cannot have that hanging over our heads, especially with Berry.”
Sunday chewed her lip. “You know, if it came down to it … I would never put you and Berry in danger. I couldn’t bear that. Whatever this is, it’s between me and the psycho nutjob who killed Cory. It’s my fight.”
“Ourfight. ‘We,’ remember. Always ‘we.’”
She kissed him. “Let’s just enjoy this vacation.”
Carrying their clothes, they walked hand in hand to their bedroom, where they made love again and then fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
At 3:00 a.m., in the blue moonlight of early morning, River slipped from the bed and put on his jeans. He padded through the silent house, checking in on his sleeping daughter as he did.
He stepped out into the cool night and drew in a lungful of breath. A movement caught the corner of his eye and he looked to see the dark-clothed man approaching him.
FBI Agent Sam Duarte nodded at River. “Mr. Giotto.”
River gave a wan smile. “Sam, call me River, will you? You’re here at all hours, protecting my family. I think it’s right we know each other’s first names.”
Sam smiled, but then it faded. “Does she know?”
River shook his head. “No. She thinks we’re here alone and I want it to stay that way. For these two weeks, is all I ask. Sunday’s had too long being watched by this asshole, and, forgive me, by you. I want her to think she’s free.” He sighed. “Any news from Rockford?”
“We’ve looked into Scanlan and Merchant. Scanlan’s a pretty big deal in New York—it would be hard for him, given his visibility, to orchestrate that kind of campaign without there being some weak link in his armor, someone who would give him away. Marchand … he may look like a surfer dude, but he’s hiding something. He’s rich … and we’re talking could buy Bill Gates three times over rich.”
“Tony?” River was astounded. “I’m assuming family money?”
“Some, but mostly he’s a self-made man. Older than he looks, too, and here’s the kicker. He says he’s from the Pacific Northwest? He was born there but guess where he was for the last five years?”
“In New York,” River said, his heart sinking. Sam nodded.
“You got it … and there’s more. His apartment? Three blocks from Marley’s—sorry, Sunday’s.”
“Shit. Anything tying him to her?”
“Not that we’ve come up with yet. He’s still in Rockford, still dating that sweet girl from the coffeehouse.”
