Page 21 of The Single Dads Club
It’s so,sogood.
Then she adds a hand, twisting her palm as it slides up my firm shaft, and I know I’m going to come way too soon and embarrass myself. But in this moment, I couldn’t give two fucks.
Pushing my hips up off the bed, I can’t help but fuck her mouth.
“Too good. Fuck, Ryleigh.Shit. Yes, baby.”
Her eyes are closed in concentration, and her dark eyelashes rest against her high cheekbones. She’s beautiful. A few more wet strokes and I come, erupting into her mouth in a series of hot jets that make me see stars.
Ryleigh, always surprising me, swallows every drop, making needy little sounds in the back of her throat.
Fuck.
This girl.
When she’s through, she crawls back up my body and presses a soft kiss to my neck.
“That was fucking incredible,” I croak, my voice tight as I try to slow down my breathing.
She giggles. “Glad you liked it.”
I pull her closer and kiss her on the lips, threading my fingers through her hair. “Liked it? Baby, I fucking loved it.”
As if on cue, Ella lets out a cry from the next room, and Ryleigh stiffens.
“Relax. I’ve got her.” I rise from the bed and tug on my boxers.
“She’s hungry. There’s a bottle already in the fridge.”
I lean down and press a kiss to Ryleigh’s temple before shuffling out of the room, feeling like the luckiest fucking man in the world.
Chapter Seven
Ryleigh
I wake up to the sound of Ella crying, which is nothing new. But when I blink my eyes open, it takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings.
Instead of the white walls and fluffy white duvet I’ve become used to the past few nights in the guest room, I see navy blue walls and dark gray bedding. And I’m surrounded by the best scent in the entire world—Alexei’s masculine scent of leather and spice.
Mmm.
I fell asleep in his bed last night, in his arms, it seems ... and somehow it just feels right. A smile graces my lips as I sit up, ready to swing my legs over the side of the bed to go take care of Ella, but firm hands circle my waist and tug me back to bed. Or, more specifically, toward a hard-muscled chest. Heat zips down my spine at the memory of what we did last night.
“Don’t go. Not yet,” Alexei says in his deep, sexy voice, making my toes curl.He nips at my neck and sends shivers down my spine.
I don’t want to leave the warmth of his muscular chest, but a whimpering baby is a powerful pull. “She’s hungry. I’ve got her this time.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Positive.” I pat one hand against his firm abs, and this time I succeed in escaping his arms.
“Okay,” he says sleepily as he rolls over to doze back off.
I tiptoe from the room, grab my pajamas, and quickly dress before I reach Ella. She smiles when she sees me, and my heart melts at the sight of her gummy baby smile.
“Hi, pretty girl,” I say as I lift her out.
We head to the kitchen and I make her a bottle. As I sit on the couch and begin feeding her, I stroke her hair and watch her drink. Her bright blue eyes latch onto mine as she takes greedy pulls from the bottle. For some reason, standing here in the kitchen with her, both of us in our pajamas, it makes me feel oddly emotional.
