Page 70 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

From there, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. She came over and over again until I emptied deep inside her, and we both fell to the bed in exhaustion.

“Baby, I lo—”

Whimpering, she buried her face in my chest and shook her head. “No, please. Don’t say it yet. I-I don’t know how I’m going to react to hearing it for the first time. I-I just know it’s going to be intense, and right now, I’m scared of what will happen.”

Swallowing the words that demanded to be set free, I sighed but left them unspoken. Kissing the top of her head, I stroked a hand up and down her back soothingly. “Okay, baby girl. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

She tensed for a moment, then went boneless against me once more and whispered a weak, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Soon, I felt her drift off to sleep and then followed her over.

I wasn’t sure what time it was when reality drifted back in. It was dark outside, but I could hear birds chirping. Daisy was grumpily meowing and scratching at the bedroom door.

Samara whined in her sleep, snuggling closer. Smiling, I kissed the top of her head and carefully untangled us. Climbing out of bed, I glanced back down as she shifted, pulling my pillow closer so she could breathe in my scent.

Quietly, I left the bedroom to take care of Daisy. While she voiced her displeasure at being ignored for an entire day, I grabbed her a can of her favorite food and scooped it onto her dish. She didn’t even give me time to place it in its normal spot before she jumped up beside me and started eating it.

“Spoiled,” I complained with a grin as I scratched her head.

A quick glance at the time had me groaning. No use in going back to bed. If I cuddled up to Sammy again, neither of us would be going to work today. Nishia was coming in to take the receptionist position, and we had meetings that couldn’t be rescheduled.

After starting a pot of coffee, I took a quick shower and grabbed clothes out of the closet. All my stuff was in Samara’s apartment. Even though mine was just next door, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been inside.

Seemed like a waste of space to me. I’d have to talk to Samara about which apartment she wanted to live in for the foreseeable future and then clear out the other. Just until we figured out where we wanted to buy a piece of land and build our own house. I wanted us to design it together, so it was perfect.

Hearing movement from the bedroom, I poured her a cup of coffee and waited. Moments later, she walked blindly into the kitchen. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she’d put on one of my T-shirts. Each step she took was stiff, and my cock flexed remembering all the reasons why her muscles were sore.

Even with her eyes closed, she found me. Her arms went around my waist, and she pressed the side of her face to my chest before releasing a contented sigh. Unable to remember the last time I was so happy, I wrapped her in my arms and took a few minutes to savor the moment.

Making a humming noise, she tilted her head back, and I dropped a kiss on her lips. Three words ached to be said, but I swallowed them down, knowing she still wasn’t ready.

“I want one of those double-chocolate muffins this morning.”

I groaned. “You and me both, baby girl. But the woman who makes the pastries for Aggie’s quit last week. Kingston pissed her off. Now we’re all suffering.”

Her lashes lifted to half-mast. “Damn. How are you holding up?”

Laughing, I dropped a kiss on her lips. “I’ll survive. I just have to find a new dealer for my muffin addiction.”

My phone got an incoming text, making her whine and hold on to me. “Who is it?” she complained.

Lifting it, I saw the message was from Nishia. “I’m going to give her a ride.” I tipped her head up so I could see her eyes and read her better. “You okay with that, my beautiful psychopath?”

She sighed happily. “I like the fairy.”

“Doesn’t answer my question, Sammy.”

Pressing a kiss to my lips, she stepped back. “I’m okay with you giving her a ride, Daddy.”

Grinning, I tapped her on the ass. “Get ready. I’ll see you at the office. Don’t speed.”

“You don’t speed,” she grumbled petulantly.

“Samara.”

Pouting her bottom lip out, she crossed her arms. “I’ll be careful.”

“You better. Swear to fuck, I’m going to put an app on your car that tells me how fast you go.”

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