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I quickly appraised the rest of her, trying to determine if she had any injuries that needed to be addressed sooner rather than later. But from what I could see, there were only minor scrapes and a few spots that were already bruised.
“How you doing, baby girl?” I asked, content with my preliminary evaluation.
Planting one hand behind her, she managed to push herself off the ground and onto her bare ass. My cock slipped free, and I shivered. The cold night air was a stark, unwelcome contradiction to her warm cunt.
But Addison drew my attention back to her. She pushed a stray piece of hair out of my face before she wrapped the cool fingers of her free hand around the back of my neck.
Her eyes bounced across my face. I still hadn’t caught my breath, and the cold air burned my lungs. Addison’s own breath was a little white puff between us.
“I’m good,” she began, letting her nails drag through my hair. “I’m…perfect, Daddy.”
There were so many things I wanted to say. So many feelings I wanted to put into words, but none of them felt perfect enough for the moment or for her. Instead, I cupped her face and guided her mouth to mine in a sweet, sultry kiss.
Her tongue slipped against my lips, and I smiled as fireworks exploded in the distance. It took me a moment to register the sound, and Addison drew back with a gasp, quickly glancing behind her.
The closest house was beyond the valley, but with nothing but bare trees between us, the sound traveled easily through the cold air. More fireworks erupted in an array of colors against the pitch-black sky.
“Oh, wow,” Addison muttered, and I tugged her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. I would have offered her the clothes I’d torn from her body, but they were no longer wearable.
She settled back into me and shivered but didn’t complain about the cold as we watched the impromptu fireworks show. We’d start walking soon, but a few more seconds wouldn’t hurt.
Her head dropped back onto my shoulder, and she sighed. It was the perfect moment with the perfect woman. I didn’t know how it happened, but I was one lucky motherfucker.
Pushing her disheveled pink hair out of the way, I pressed my lips to her temple, she leaned into the kiss, and I saw the briefest flash of her smile. She was tired—exhausted, really—and struggling to keep her eyes open. It was such a luxury to have a gorgeous, sated woman in my arms.
“Happy New Year, baby girl,” I whispered against her skin.
She hummed and turned toward me, running her nose along my jaw and burying her face in my neck. “Happy New Year, Daddy.”
THIRTY-NINE
CARRY ME HOME
Beckett
I gaveAddison my sweatpants to wear on our walk back. We had to tighten the drawstring and roll them several times, but they were better than nothing.
It was a little odd to walk through the woods in the freezing night with my dick swinging in the wind, but I wasn’t going to let my girl freeze.
We held hands as we trudged back to the house, trying to stay in the less dense parts of the forest so the moon would light our path forward. We were a little more than halfway back when Addison’s steps began to slow.
The cuts and scrapes on the bottom of my feet stung, so I could be sure hers did, too. Running through the woods barefoot wasn’t a great idea, but fuck, it was worth it. At least to me.
Before she could argue—because I knew she would—I scooped her up into my arms. She let out a surprised squeak and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Shit, Beckett!” she exclaimed. “I can walk. I’m fine.”
Chuckling, I cradled her to my chest and continued walking. “You were about to fall asleep walking, baby girl. You were not fine.”
“Well, you fucked me too good. It’s your fault.”
Her nails slipped into my hair at the back of my neck, and I started moving a little faster as the cold seeped in. I shot a smile at her and stepped over a small fallen tree, finding a twin smile curving her lips.
“I love how dirty your mouth has become,” I said. “That first night at Abditory, you couldn’t even say ‘cock’ without cringing.”
She playfully smacked my chest, then laid her head against it. “I guess you’ve changed me,” she murmured, and a brief wave of anxiety washed over me. There was no doubt Addison had radically changed me for the better, but I didn’t know if she’d say the same.
“Is that a good or a bad thing? I’m not sure where expanding your dirty vocabulary is on that scale.”
