Page 45 of Loving Wild
He instantly squeals like a girl.
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I waketo neck kisses and a hard dick grinding against my arse. I want to get up and say goodbye to Ava, and know if I don’t move, I’ll end up pinned under Gabe and needing another shower before I can face her. Still wanting to set a good impression, and being the arsehole crawler that I am, I slide away from Gabe and out of bed.
“What the fuck?” he questions, his voice sounding rough and raspy from sleep, despite the special lube I’d provided him with last night.
Pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms, I turn and face him.
“I want to make sure Ava gets breakfast before she leaves.”
“Ava’s more than capable of getting her own breakfast, I’m pretty sure it’s what she does every morning at her mum’s.”
Pulling the T Gabe was wearing yesterday over my head and putting my hair up in a bun, I tilt my head and watch him as he sits up and scratches at his stubbled jaw with one hand and runs his fingers through his messy hair with the other.
He’s so fucking gorgeous, and he’s all mine. The thought makes me lightheaded and warms my belly. Unable to hold it back, I smile.
“What?” he questions with a slow blink before pulling his dark brows down into a frown.
“I don’t want her having to do what she does at home every other morning. I want to finish off her weekend with us making it special. I want her to knowshe’sspecial, that weseeher and love having her here.”
He’s silent as his eyes skate from mine before zigzagging their way down, then back up my body. When they finally settle back on my own, the look in them has changed, gentled. He holds his hand towards me.
“C’mere,” he says with a chin lift. Climbing back on the bed, I move towards him on all fours before his hands slide under my pits and he pulls me into his lap to straddle him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he tilts his head until his mouth is at my ear.
“Is it wrong that I find it so fucking sexy that you want to make my daughter happy?”
“Don’t see how,” I reply with a shrug while I fight a shudder as my pelvic floor contracts.
“Good, coz I do. And just so you know, I think whether you make Ava breakfast or not, she most definitely feels seen and special after spending the weekend with us, and that’s all down to you.”
I shrug again because I’m not sure how to respond. “You’re her dad, it’s you she came to spend time with,” I finally say.
“She did, but she was also desperate to meet you, and I think her future visits will be all about spending time with both of us, and I can’t even put into words how fucking happy that makes me. That she has that, that you two have that. I didn’t realise how important it was to me that you two got along until I spent the weekend watching it happen.”
His words are interrupted by quick little kisses to my ear, temple, cheek, and along my jaw. Finally, he uses the side of his index finger to lift my chin until my eyes meet his.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. I shake my head.
“Loving your daughter is like loving you, it’s easy,” I tell him.
I watch his throat move as he swallows before moving in for a kiss. It’s a soft and slow kiss, his tongue coaxing rather than its usual forceful and demanding as it makes its way into my mouth. Our fingers tighten in each other’s hair at the exact same moment, and that’s when I know I need to pull back. His hand holds my head in place, despite me no longer moving my mouth. He keeps it there as he slides his lips to my forehead, then each of my cheeks, before landing little pecks back on my lips.
“Go feed my daughter,” he says with a sigh. “Before I get you naked again.” With one more peck, he slides me off the bed, and my feet hit the floor. Without looking back, I head for the door.
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After optingfor the most disgusting breakfast food in the history of the world, I slide two slices of Vegemite on toast and a cup of tea in front of Ava.
“Thanks,” she says through a mouthful.
Leaning back against the kitchen bench, I hold my coffee in both hands and watch her eat.
“You got all your bags packed?” I ask.
“Just my school stuff,” she looks up from her iPad and says. “I’ll be back Friday, so I’m just gonna leave everything else here.”
Gabe has hooked his music up to the sound system, and Sophie B Hawkins sultry voice sings about wishing she was someone’s lover, and I wonder if he’s played it on purpose. When Blackstreet’s ‘Deep’ plays next, I can’t help but roll my eyes at the ceiling.
