I nod, even as my heart races. “What was the threat?”
He hesitates again, and I lift my head.
“Daddy?”
“A video of us fucking,” he snarls. “He got it off the garage camera. If I don’t break up with you, he’s going to release it to try and ruin our reputations.”
My mouth drops open as I blink. “Well, shit.”
He nods and looks at me. “I didn’t know what to do. If you want to leave, I understand—”
I cover his lips, seeing his worry then. He was scared I would leave him too. Both of us are so worried that we didn’t stop to look at the truth. “Never,” I reply vehemently. “I don’t give a fuck about my reputation. Hell, I’m a singer in a burlesque club, people already judge me. This will only add to that. But, Tyler, what about your job, your family?”
“You’re my family, Angel, you’re my only priority. I can deal with anything else that happens or comes at us, just as long as you’re by my side. Sure this is what you want?” he asks.
“Always,” I whisper, and lean into his chest to kiss him. “Whatever happens, we deal with it together.”
“Then I guess we should go public and stop the rumours before they even start. I’m tired of hiding you like a dirty little secret, Angel, when you are anything but.” He sighs and pulls me closer.
I feel the thrumming of his heart and snuggle against him. Together, we can deal with this together.
“Let’s do it, let’s show them all,” I whisper.
We’re no longer hiding.
No longer restraining ourselves from touching, kissing, or teasing. Our relationship is public, and it feels good. It has only been one night, and we haven’t really been anywhere, but knowing I can touch him whenever I want to, that everyone will know he’s mine, is freeing.
We decide to have breakfast outside. It’s a lovely day, and we sit at the little table. Me in his shirt and shades, him in his shorts and nothing else. We hold hands, our legs are entwined, and we both wear smiles on our faces.
A few of the neighbours stare, and one even makes a rude comment. We ignore them. Let them think what they want. I don’t care. In fact, when that same neighbour insists on glaring at us while he’s cutting the hedge near us, I lean into Tyler. With his eyes locked on the man, Tyler’s face is to the side, so I grab it, turn him, and kiss him. He groans and grips my face to deepen it, but I slowly pull away, licking my lips as I stare at the man.
His mouth drops open, his face turns red, and he quickly rushes inside, making me laugh. Tyler grins at me and leans back in his chair, and I can’t resist, I run my hand up his thigh and over his cock through his shorts. His eyebrows rise and his lips tip up, even as I feel his cock hardening under my touch.
“I think you showed him enough, Angel, but if you would like me to do a display as well, I suggest you get your beautiful ass on that table and spread those thighs so I can lick that pussy for them to see,” he comments conversationally, not even lowering his voice.
The thought sends a spark of desire swirling through me, and I wiggle on my chair as my pussy heats and clenches, my clit starting to throb as I imagine him doing just that. His eyes narrow, and he grips my hand where it rests on his rigid cock. “Is that what you want, Angel? All these nosy bastards watching me make my girl come so hard she screams?”
He leans in and licks the shell of my ear before biting the lobe and licking back up. “See that sweet young cunt of yours dripping for me, your daddy?”
“Yes, God, please,” I beg, leaning into him, plastering my breasts on his arm. He undoubtedly feels my hard nipples that are begging for his lips and teeth, for his special brand of pleasure which he imprints on my skin.
“Will you come for me, Angel?” he purrs, his hand slipping up the shirt. “Will you ride my face and come all over it?” His hand slips higher, cupping my pussy as I hungrily part my legs for him. I’m wet as hell already, imagining him licking me out here with the sun kissing my skin, his fingers inside me, and anyone being able