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“So fucking impatient,” he muttered, his voice quiet, as if he hadn’t meant for me to hear him. I whimpered as his hand moved to the other side and again, he rubbed my ass, ignoring where I needed him most.
“Banshee, please,” I begged.
He pulled his hand back. “What was that?” he barked, and I looked over my shoulder.
“Please, Daddy.” I smirked when he winked at me and put his hands back on my skin. The feel of his fingers trailing over me gave me goosebumps, causing me to shudder.
“So fucking pretty,” he praised as he brushed a finger over my pussy, trailing his fingertip through the moisture, then pushing into me. My groan was loud.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.”
“Patience, baby girl, patience.” He pumped his finger in and out, slowly adding a second and then a third. My body lit up inside. Every nerve ending ignited like a lit fuse. “Are you close, baby girl?”
“So close, Daddy.”
My body was climbing higher and higher; my hips were moving with his hand. Back and forth, back and forth. I was almost there. Almost at the top, ready to fall over the edge and fly, when he pulled his fingers out of me.
“NO!” I yelled, and he slapped my ass.
“You don’t tell Daddy no, baby girl. This pussy is mine. You come when I let you come.”
“Please let me come, Daddy. Please.” I begged and pleaded. Wiggled and pushed, searching for him—anything to tip me over the edge. Suddenly I felt his hand on my back. My hands fisted the blanket beneath me as I waited with bated breath.
His fingers returned. He rubbed my clit, circling the little nub, pushing me back up the mountain. The one that seemed so far away when he pulled his fingers back. Then I felt him. He nudged me with his cock, pressing the head in so slowly I thought I might die.
He stopped.
Only an inch, maybe less. But his fingers continued on, rubbing, and circling. Creating a friction that set my body on fire. And just when I thought I would finally hit that peak, his fingers disappeared and he slammed inside of me.
My body went off like a rocket; I screamed out his name as he fucked me from behind. My pussy clamped down on him. He was locked inside of me, barely able to move, but he never stopped thrusting.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
His hands held my hips in a crushing hold, as he slammed into me over and over. Just as I thought my release was waning, he shifted, picking me up and hitting at a different angle, sending me flying once more. Until he pushed all the way in and froze. His dick pulsed inside me as he came with a groan.
I collapsed on the bed, not even trying to make room for him. I was done. I was mush. I heard him moving around behind me but my eyes wouldn’t open. Then I felt the washcloth, and I smiled. He was so damn good to me.
“Scoot up, baby girl. I’d lift you, but I don’t have the fucking strength, not with two bullet wounds.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. I jumped off the bed and pulled the blankets down, letting him climb in first. Once I was situated, I snuggled up under his arm and I wasn’t sure who fell asleep first.
We could talk tomorrow.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Aspen
I woke up with Banshee’s arm spread over my hips. Listening to the sound of his heavy breathing, I maneuvered myself out from under him. Turning back to the bed, I waited again to be sure he wouldn’t wake up.
I slipped into the bathroom and, as quietly as I could, showered and got dressed. It was earlier than I usually rose in the morning, but the events of the previous day had been exhausting, both mentally and physically.
I told Diesel to stay and watch over Banshee as I made my way into the hall and quietly closed the door behind me. I stopped to listen with my ear against the door before I walked downstairs into the main room.
The injuries he’d sustained meant he needed as much rest as he could get. If I thought I could convince him to stay in bed all day, I would. But I knew if we stayed in bed, neither of us would get any rest.
I smiled as I thought about last night. It had been the perfect ending to a day that was filled with fear and anguish. When I fell asleep in Banshee’s arms, all I’d felt was love.
I entered the main room and saw my brother’s men littered around the space. King had offered the spare rooms we had to my parents and my brother and uncle.
