His hands kept her moving up and down on his shaft, his words of encouragement pulled her closer and closer to orgasm. The room around her spun.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
His finger strummed at her clit. So close. So close.
“Gonna come, babe. You need to come first.”
“Yes! Oh please!” she screamed as she came.
He drove himself deep with a roar, coming inside her and setting her own orgasm off. She clenched down around him, loving the feel of him inside her as she collapsed forward on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and still inside her, he rolled them to their sides.
Holding her close, enveloping her, keeping her with him.
Always.
25
“What are you coloring, baby?” Ink asked, walking over to sit beside her on the couch.
They’d stopped on the way into work that morning to buy a coloring book and pens for her. She’d been worried about people walking in, but hey, adults colored too, right? And so far, everyone had knocked and waited for Ink to call them in, which had given her a chance to hide her stuff.
“An alpaca doing the floss.”
“Alpacas can floss?”
“Well, not in real life, obviously, Daddy.”
Silly Daddy.
“Can you floss?” he asked.
She glanced up at him. “If you’re talking flossing your teeth, yep. I does it every night. I’m a big girl.”
He sat back on the sofa, arms out along the top, looking like a sexy devil waiting to be worshipped. “You know that wasn’t what I was talking about, brat. Can you floss dance?”
Drat. “Kind of.”
“Show me.”
Oh no.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working, Daddy?”
“I can spare a few minutes to watch my baby girl floss.”
“I can’t. I is too busy coloring.” If she hadn’t been before, she was now.
“You can stop for a minute.”
She shook her head. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening. “My picture needs something. I think it needs glitter.”
“No glitter,” he growled. “It took days to clean it all out of the safe room.”
Her lower lip dropped and he reached over to tap it. “Less pouting. More flossing.”
Crap. He wasn’t going to let this go, was he?
Standing, she dragged her feet as she moved into the middle of the room. “Can you floss, Daddy?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe I’ll have to teach you. Maybe you can use some moves for the dance floor.”
He grinned. “I promise that if I have you out of the dance floor it won’t be to do the floss.”
A shiver moved through her. She wondered what he was like on the dance floor? Hot. Extremely hot.
“I’ll have to take you dancing one day.”
“Don’t the Iron Shadows have a bar? Do they dance there? What’s it called anyway?”
“Reapers. And it’s not the sort of bar that has a dance floor.”
“Reapers? Really?”
“Not sure it’s your sort of place. It’s kind of rough.”
“It’s dangerous?”
“Not for you,” he growled. “No one would dare touch you.”
“Then I want to go. It’s important to you, right?”
He shrugged. “Used to spend every Saturday night there. Now I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.”
The look he gave her made her insides dance. “Still, I’d like to go. One day.”
He nodded. “I’ll take you one day. Now stop stalling and show Daddy your moves.”
“I wasn’t stalling.” She totally was. “Okay, here goes.” She started rocking her hips back and forth and moving her arms. God, she hoped she didn’t look like an idiot.
After a few seconds she stopped. Ink had sat forward to watch her. He started clapping. “Damn, baby got moves.”
She perched a hand on her hip, pulling up some attitude. “Got more moves than that.”
“Now that I’ve got to see,” he murmured. He stood but then his phone rang. “Crap. One minute.”
Betsy moved back to sit on the sofa and tried to concentrate on her coloring book as Ink spoke into the phone but it was a lost cause once she’d heard him say her boys’ names.
She needed them back. Needed to know they were safe. First thing she was gonna do was hug them tight. Then they were grounded for the next fifty years.
He ended the call.
“Daddy?” she whispered, all the fun from before draining away.
He managed a smile for her. But it was clearly forced. “Still nothing, brown eyes. I can’t understand how they’ve disappeared.”
“You don’t think…I mean…they have to be all right, right?”
Ink walked over and sat beside her on the small sofa, pulling her onto his lap. “They’re fine. They’re teenage boys. They probably just haven’t thought about how they’re worrying you.”