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Our kid. My woman. Our bed.

Those words clang back and forth in my head, leaving nothing but cleanliness in their path. Nothing buthappiness. This is a feeling I haven’t felt since Dom took my heart andstomped on it while giving Mony what should have been mine forever. Now, I feel it in a way that it has seeped into the very bones of me.

“I’m your good girl,” I finally answer him, because I know he likes that. I can’t stop myself from going further though. “I love you, King.”

His body goes still for a minute and then he turns and moves me, so my upper body tilts just enough to allow him to lean around and suck my nipple into his mouth. He draws from it, and I can feel some of my milk release. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. King loves it and I fucking love that he does. While he sucks and tortures my nipple, our joined hands move faster over my clit. He presses up inside me, his cock giving me what I need as I take it and increase the speed of what has been a gentle ride.

King’s free hand is stretched out over my stomach, almost as if he’s keeping jellybean safe. His mouth works my breast and his fingers work with mine to take me where I need to go. It’s all too much.

“Come for me, Gabriella,” he growls against my breast. “Come for me now.” It’s an order and my body immediately begins to comply. My movements become hurried and scattered. I can feel my orgasm building and I want it.God, I want it.He grinds our fingers against my clit, working me until I know I’m going to lose it.

“Baby,” I cry, riding him now, my body lifting and slamming down on him like I’m on autopilot. I lose his lips on my breast, but his hand moves up to hold it and work my nipple. His body meets my thrusts and somehow, we work and fit together like we were made to from the beginning of time. I feel that inmybones. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I cry.

“Take us there, Gabriella. Fuck me and take my cum. Take it,” he growls in a way that tells me he’s just as close.

His words push me over the edge. I let out a scream that if I had close neighbors would probably scare them to death. I can’t stop it, though. My orgasm is so intense, so utterly and perfectlyperfectthat the scream I let loose is the only thing I could use to express how much pleasure my man is giving me. I know King feels the same way though, because he lets out a loud growl. “Fuck, woman. You’re mine!” His body quakes beneath me, his hand bites into my hip as he thrusts up and his cum continues to push inside me in a way that it’s almost as powerful as the strokes of King’s cock.Almost.

“Gabby!” I turn to face the bedroom door that slams against the wall, and standing there looking scared to death is … my father.

Oh my God!

Chapter 37

Gabby

“What the fuck?”King growls, and this growl is not from the pleasure we were sharing. My man is pissed.

Even though his body is vibrating with anger, he lifts me up like I’m a delicate flower. He moves out from under me and then puts me back on the bed, while simultaneously throwing a cover over me. He kisses the top of my head.

“King—”

“Get dressed, Sunshine,” he orders softly. I look into his eyes, biting my lip, but I nod. He gives me a tight grin that doesn’t meet his eyes. He grabs his shorts, and that’s when I hear my father.

“Beth, go in the kitchen. Now.”

“Skull—”

“Go,” he growls.

I hear footsteps leaving, and I know my mother is gone. It sucks because I’d rather have her as a buffer between my father and us. Still, King is walking around with his dick waving in the air—like he hadn’t just filled me with his cum—and staring at my father as he walks toward him. I can’t see his face, but I’m pretty sure he looks like he wants to kill him. I figure I’m safe in thatassumption, because despite being mortified at what my father walked in on,Iwant to kill him.

“You and I have problems, motherfucker,” King snarls.

Oh, yeah. He’s pissed.

“You’re fucking right we do. Get your damn clothes on, asshole.”

I stand up, carrying the sheet with me. It feels all kinds of wrong that I can feel King’s cum leaking down my thighs as I walk toward my father, but this is where I’m at. I have to wade in before King and Dad get into it. I won’t have my father trying to hurt him. I move so I’m in front of King. He doesn’t like that, and I know so immediately, because he quickly—but gently—moves me behind him.

“Let’s all calm down.”

“I’ll deal with you in a minute, hija,” Dad clips out.

Hija.Not Gabriella, not baby, not sweetheart. I’m just his daughter. His tone leaves no doubt that all what he’s feeling when he looks at me is disappointment. That shouldn’t hurt. I’ve worked hard to make it so that it couldn’t hurt.And yet it does.

“You will not touch or talk to my woman unless she says you can. Now get your fucking ass out of our bedroom and join your wife. We’ll be out there in a minute,” King barks. His voice is dark, and it rumbles like thunder. I’m sure grown men quake when they hear that tone. My dad, however, ignores King’s scary vibe.

“She’s not your woman. She is my daughter. Get your fucking clothes on and we will definitely have this out, but I’m not leaving you alone with Gabby.”

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