Page 52 of Daddy's Heart

His pulls out only long enough to spin me around, dragging me by the hand to the driver’s door.

He gets in, putting the seat back as far as it will go, then holding his still hard cock up.

“Get on. You don’t want a ticket, you gotta earn your way out. Make me come again. Show me what that wet, little pussy was born to do. Ride Daddy like the slutty good girl you are.”

Challenge accepted.

I mount him, shove one of my tits in his mouth and ride him like a drunk cowgirl.

This time it’s him shouting my name as our orgasms slam into each other with a crash of heat so bright it drowns out everything in my head except how much I love this man.

His hands know every curve now. They know exactly where to squeeze, what to undo, how to make me unravel like I’ve been waiting all day for this. Because Ihave.

“Been thinkin’ about this damned day,” he growls against my throat, “Watching you in that dress... knowing what I was gonna do the second I got you alone.”

“Colt—”

“That’sSheriff Daddy Booneto you, baby girl.”

Well. Okay, then.

There’s something about the roleplay that sets everything on fire. Just fun layered over something deeper. Something honest.

He takes his time when he starts to move again and somewhere between gasping his name into the mountain air and swearing I’ll never skip cardio again, I remember why this man ruined me for anyone else.

Later, he’s driven us naked down a dirty road onto his brother Cade’s part of the mountain where there’s an incredible stream with a little clearing surrounded by sky-high pines.

We’re wrapped up in a thick quilt in the bed of his truck, the stars overhead so bright and close they feel fake. My head’s on his chest, and he’s stroking lazy circles over my back, like he doesn’t want the moment to end any more than I do.

“Happy anniversary,” he says, his voice half gravel, half butter.

“Best anniversary ever,” I reply, kissing the warm skin of his chest. “Though I’m pretty sure at least three things we just did were illegal. On multiple levels.”

“Good thing I know the sheriff,” he says, all smug and no shame.

I huff a laugh, tilting my head up. “You’re a menace.”

“I try.”

There’s a pause. Just enough silence to let the air cool around us, to let it get soft again.

“I love you, you know that?”

He shifts so he’s looking straight at me, his hand still resting over my spine like a grounding wire.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than I ever thought I had the capacity for.”

“Even when I’m old and gray and I forget the lyrics to every song I’ve ever taught a kid?”

“Especially then. You’ll be sexy and sassy and still making up lyrics on the spot.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re biased.”

“I’m obsessed,” he corrects. Then he cups my cheek like he’s memorizing me all over again. “You gave me everything. A family. A home. A reason to believe happy endings weren’t just for other people.”

I press my forehead to his. “You saved me first. Not just physically. I didn’t even realize how lonely I was until you bandaged up my knee and made me call you when I got home.”

“We saved each other,” he rumbles. “Kicking and screaming, probably. But we did it.”

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