Page 31 of Daddy's Heart

“I didn’t think you’d be… this good,” I choke out when he finally stills, trembling over me like we’ve both been struck by lightning.

His laugh is raw and broken. “Me neither.” He kisses the salt of my tears away before catching my jaw between his thumb and forefinger to drag his mouth down my throat, hard enough to bruise, soft enough to melt into. Then he’s moving again, each thrust an explosion of heat that jolts me against the seat.

“Take me,” I beg, arching up to meet him. “I need more.” His grip tightens on my waist like a vice as he goes deeper, faster until the bed groans beneath us and the world narrows to his hips slamming into mine.

“I’m gonna fill you,” he growls, nailing every spot inside that makes me gasp. “Over and fucking over.”

“I need to come. Daddy, please!” The plea spirals into a moan as his fingers bite my clit in time with his thrusts. My climax erupts like a live wire, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling on the edge of his control. “Daddy!” I scream again, his name ripped from my throat in desperate chunks until he stills above me, body going rigid before I feel the first pulse of hot cum spurt inside me.

“My babygirl,” he growls as our bodies pulse together. “Gonna breed you. Gonna put my baby right where it belongs. Fuck that implant, this body is all mine, to do what I want with.”

“All yours,” I murmur against his damp neck, tracing the pulse point that’s thrumming like a caged beast. “Only ever yours.”

One hand tightens in my hair while the other grips my hip like he’ll never let go again. And maybe he won’t. My fingers knead through his sweat-soaked chest hair, clutching him as if that could keep me anchored to this moment forever.

When I look up at him, I know he’s all I’ll ever need.

“Next time,” he promises between labored breaths, rolling us so I’m wrapped in his arms, his cock still deep inside me. “Next time I won’t go easy.”

“I’m done with easy,” I whisper before his lips claim mine, a promise sealed in heat and hunger.

Ten

Colt

The call hits at three a.m., yanking me out of the first real sleep I’ve had in… hell, maybe years. Not even kidding.

"Colt?" Cade’s voice is sharp, serious. "We've got a situation. Mr. Henderson wandered off from Sunset Manor. Went missing around midnight. Staff just caught it."

Shit. I’m already halfway out of bed, reaching for my jeans with a serviceman’s muscle memory.

Cade doesn’t call unless he needs backup. The man knows these mountains better than anyone, and he can track a squirrel in a hurricane. If he’s calling me, it’s because this is bigger than a simple walk in the woods.

“Dementia?” I ask, tugging on my boots.

“Advanced. Family says he thinks he still lives up on Pine Ridge.”

Christ. “That’s fifteen miles,” I mutter, already grabbing my badge and sidearm.

“Exactly. Could be a long night.”

Beside me, Emery stirs, her voice still coated in sleep. “What’s wrong?”

I lean over her, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead. She smells like sex and whispered promises, and suddenly leaving her feels like ripping my own skin off.

“Missing man. Elderly. Memory problems.”

Her fingers brush my forearm. “Do you need help?”

God, this woman. “I need you to stay here. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone.”

She blinks at me, still foggy. “How long will you be gone?”

“No idea. Few hours if we’re lucky. Longer if not.” I pause, brushing hair off her cheek. “Promise me, Emery.”

Her eyes lock with mine, steady and clear now. “I promise.”

Five Hours Later, we find him three miles into the woods, perched on a fallen tree, calling out for his wife like she’s just around the bend. Cade spots the trail instantly. Soft prints in the mud, branches broken low. The guy’s a bloodhound in boots.

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