Page 66 of Hideaway Whirlwind
Maybe not consciously, but now that it’s all out in the open, it’s clear he has some feelings toward me, even as he tries to repair the smoldering bridge between us, that he needs to examine before our relationship can go back to what it once was.
“I’m sorry I doubted you for even a second. It wasn’t fair of me,” he finishes, giving me a sad smile.
I nod in acceptance of his apology, hating the division between us, and finally allow him to clap me on my shoulder before he leaves, locking the door behind him.
And thank fuck he does, because I’m hard, my teeth already sunk into Birdie’s neck when I carry her into the hall bathroom. I let her go for only as long as it takes to spin her around, yank her panties down, and then put her on her knees on the stone counter.
“We probably only have a few minutes before the kids wake up,” she says, her hands planted against the mirror, that mane of hers as wild as my desire for her.
“I’ll make them count.”That’s for damn sure. “Spread your knees and lift your shirt,” I say, pushing my sweatpants down and spearing two fingers into her pussy from behind. She’s already soaking wet, and I quickly replace my fingers with the head of my cock. “I want to see your belly as I make love to you, Mama.”
Birdie whimpers, tucking the extra material into her collar high enough that I get the perfect view of her large breasts bouncing as I take my time thrusting in and out of her until I’m fully sheathed.
“Oh, that’s it,” I say gutturally, moving both hands around her front to hold her, watching her in the mirror. “Most beautiful little bird I’ve ever seen.”
Birdie moans and swivels her hips, dancing on my dick, making it nearly impossible to hold up my promise of making the minutes count. I have seconds, if I’m lucky.
She reaches back, fisting strands of my silver hair, and says, “Bite me and make me cum, Daddy. Now.”
I sink my teeth into her fresh bite mark, her skin already a swirl of colors of my making from yesterday—the only time I’ll ever be violent with her in any capacity, and only because she allows it.
“Yessss,” she hums. “So good, Daddy. So good to me.” She drops her head to the side and parts her lips as I massage her clit with the pads of two fingers, forcing my cock through her pussy as it tightens and relaxes with her orgasm. Only then do I focus on my own pleasure and cum, marking her with my scent.
My eyes flutter shut with the last spurt of my cum, then spring open with a little yelp when Birdie brings my fingers to her mouth, swirls her tongue around them to lick them clean of her arousal, then bites the ever-loving shit out of them.
She smirks when she releases my fingers. “Since I couldn’t bite your neck…”
“Not that you need to,” I say, shaking the sting out of my fingers as I lift my chin so she can get a better view of my new tattoo in the mirror. “Everyone will know who I belong to with or without you biting me.”
“Hmm.” She yanks her collar to the side to study the teeth marks I left on her skin, angry and swollen again. “As soon as I have this baby and wean them, I’m getting this tattooed.”
My brows lift to my hairline, my cock growing hard again as I picture the permanence of my mark inked out on her for the world to see. “Just say when, and I’ll book the appointment.” I wiggle my fingers. “And I’ll get this tattooed, too, if that would make you happy.” I’ll do anything to make her happy.
Birdie smiles. “I was hoping you would say that.”
I lick my lips before I bring up something that’s been running through my head since the whirlwind flipped my world upside down. “My other tattoo—Meredith’s name.” It takes me a moment to steady myself, my voice quiet. “Do you want me to cover it up?”
“I would never ask you to do that,” she says quickly.
“I know. That’s why I’m askingyou.”
“You loved her. Maybe you still do?”
I nod, needing to be completely honest with her, even worried as I am by how she’ll react.
Birdie strokes the back of my head, threading her fingers through mine on her belly. “Meredith might not be here, butshe’ll always have a part of your heart. I’m not so selfish or insecure as to want you to get rid of the reminders of her.”
I turn her face to mine so I can kiss her properly, sliding my tongue over hers as I begin to thrust again, our lovemaking slower, gentler, and all the more meaningful. “I love you,” I say with a hiccup. “You’ll always have the biggest piece of my heart.”
“I love you, too. You have mine.”
I’m crying into her mouth, whispering over and over again how much I love her. How lucky I am that the whirlwind chose us. Thatshechoseme.
And in a heartbeat, the moment is dashed when a stampede of feet slaps the hardwood floor down the hallway. “I’m hungry. Where’s Mommy?” Sydney asks one of her siblings.
“I hope Papa makes waffles,” Dustin says.
It’s an instant mood killer, and I find I’m able to chuckle as I help Birdie off the counter, my spirit lighter now that we’ve had this conversation. “I’ll make the waffles if you—” My words die in my mouth when Birdie only stands there, not moving to clean my cum from her thighs or adjust her clothing while I’m washing my hands, her brows drawn. “Birdie?”
