Page 14 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Okay, Daddy,” she moaned just loud enough for my ears only. No hesitation. No questioning it. Simply complying, giving me what I wanted.

What we both wanted.

God, I need her.

A spurt of come leaked from the tip of my cock. Swallowing my groan, I touched my lips to her forehead. The dim roar of voices around us was the only thing that kept me from wrapping her hair around my wrist so I could jerk her head back and taste her throat.

Stef placing our drinks on the table had me forcing a smile and thanking the waitress when she said our food would be right out. Samara picked up her glass of Diet Coke and sucked down a fourth of the contents through the straw.

I stretched out my legs in an attempt to ease the constraints of my pants choking my dick.

Her phone ringing made her flinch. Slowly, she picked it up, and I saw her shoulders droop for a moment.

Catching sight of the screen, I frowned.Papawas at the top with a picture of the king of New York wearing reindeer antlers attached to a headband that mushed up his gray hair and a grin so big, the skin around his eyes crinkled.“You don’t want to talk to your dad?”

“It’s not that,” she said with a grimace. “I…” The ringing stopped, and she seemed relieved, only for a text to pop up.

Papa: Did you sneak out again? Your mother is going to kill us both, young lady!!!

Releasing a heavy breath, she quickly replied, but I didn’t see what she wrote. I rested my arm along the back of the booth as she turned the phone off and placed the screen facedown.

“Want to talk about it?” I offered.

“I can say with absolute certainty that discussing my dad is the last thing I want to do right now,” she said with a forced laugh. “Or ever.”

“Does he not support your decision to take this internship?” Would he force her to return home before the twelve weeks were up? “Was that why he said you snuck out?”

Samara played with the straw in her drink, twirling the ice around in the glass. “Would you like me to move to the other side of the booth?” she offered, deflecting. “You’re all scrunched up.”

Catching her hand before she could stand, I entwined our fingers. “I like you here, baby girl.”

* * *

Pulling into my usual spot, I hopped out of my truck and jogged over to open Samara’s door. As she stepped out, we both glanced up at the pole that had a lightbulb blown. It had been fine the night before when I got home. Making a mental note to fix it later in the week, I steered her away from her car and shut the door.

“You look exhausted,” I observed as we walked toward the stairs.

“Today was a little overstimulating,” she admitted. “But I really enjoyed it.”

I let my hand wander from the small of her back to her amazing ass before we got to the second floor, and I was rewarded with the sound of her soft little mewl of pleasure. She liked my hands on her, but not nearly as much as I enjoyed touching her. “You’ve already blown away my expectations. Good job, baby girl.”

“Thank you,” she husked, licking her bottom lip.

We stopped outside her apartment, and she turned to face me. Those blue eyes searched mine, making me want to back her against the door and devour her. Instead, I brushed my lips over her forehead and stepped back. “Sleep well, Sammy.”

“Elias…”

“I’ll see you first thing tomorrow for the conference call.” I tucked a few locks of hair behind her ear, caressing my thumb over the constellation piercings in her cartilage.

“Don’t you want to come in?” she tempted.

“So fucking bad,” I admitted. “But not tonight. Get a good night’s rest.”

Disappointment flickered over her face for a moment before she nodded. “Good night, Elias.”

“Good night, baby.” I waited until she stepped inside and I heard the door lock before taking another step.

Popping the knuckles on my right hand, I walked to Reid’s door and slapped my palm against it three times. Moments later, I heard his heavy steps. As soon as I saw his smug grin, I put my fist through his face.

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