His eyes come up to mine, his hands ruffling through his hair. “Nothing can happen to you or Micaela, Tillie.”
“Shhhh.” I press my index finger against his lip. “Nothing is going to happen.” I go to straddle his hips, but his lips come to my apex. He blows air against my clit and then presses kisses. My fingers dig into his hair, my head tilting back as a moan leaves me. He flicks his tongue inside of me and then licks up again, his hands coming to my ass cheeks. Finally, unable to contain it, I straddle his waist and crawl up his body.
He chuckles darkly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks his bottom lip, the ball of his tongue ring catching the soft glint of the bathroom light. “You think you’re fucking slick sitting on my dick like that, huh?”
I smirk, and then rock myself over him, his cock bulging through his slacks. He flips me over and I scream as he dives on top of me. I use my feet in attempt to push the waist of his slacks down as he flicks open his button. The sound of his zipper dropping singing through the silence.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I groan, grinding against him.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
The next morning, I roll over to Nate who is sleeping with his arm slung over his eyes. I peek under the sheet, getting a better look at his tattoos when Micaela starts stirring in her crib. I stand, throwing on my tank and some panties before tossing my hair into a messy bun.
“Good morning, baby girl!” I beam at her. Her little face lights up like I’m her very own angel. Her small lips stretch wide over her gums giving me the most beautiful smile ever. That looks like her father’s. Picking her up, I bring her back to the bed, laying her on the covers.
Nate rolls over sleepily and grins. “Is that my girl?”
His arm hooks around Micaela, and he squeezes her into his chest. My heart explodes with emotion, so I quickly reach for my phone, snapping a range of photos. These memories might fade one day, and I don’t want to forget them if they do.
“You feeling better today?” I ask when Nate has rubbed his eyes and is clearly awake.
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I’ll go see Hector today and see what last night was about. Sorry about flipping out on you, it’s just when it comes to you and her, I won’t take any chances.”
“Nate,” I sigh, shaking my head. “I love that you would do that for her—”
“—and you…”
I smile, trying to ignore how that makes me feel. When you’ve wanted someone and something for so long, when it finally happens, the feeling is surreal. “And me. But this is your world. Your family.”
He shakes his head. “Baby, if they come for you or her, they will no longer be any of those things. In fact, they’ll be my enemies.”
That scares me. Not because I know Nate can’t hold his own, because God knows he can, but this is The Kings. There’s no way.
“Okay,” I answer instead, keeping my frantic thoughts to myself. “Well, maybe call Hector, and you can see him later tonight? I sort of want us to have a family day today. You know, since we haven’t had one of those yet.”
A lazy smile spreads over his face. “Yeah, I’d like that. Give me a second.” Reaching for his phone, I pick Micaela up and take her into the bathroom to change her. He’s still on the phone when I enter the bedroom, but he’s not being hostile, so I take it as a good sign.
“Yeah, good,” he murmurs, and then hangs up the phone.
The truth is, I don’t know what he and I are, or where this is going, but over the last twenty-four hours, there has been progress. So I’m going to go with it and see where that takes us.
“What’s the plan, do you have one or had you not thought that far ahead?” Nate asks, taking Micaela from me and heading into the kitchen to feed her.
“I hadn’t, but I’m sure we can think of something.” Normal. I want one normal day.
The day goes rather quickly. Nate decided to take her to a small beach that his mom used to take him to as a young boy. He just couldn’t resist himself when we walked past a Tiffany & Co store and purchased a little silver charm bangle for Michaela. Her first of many, was his exact words. We snapped a whole bunch of photos and even went as far as to burying Nate in the sand with Micaela next to him sprawled out on a towel, laughing. Her eyes are always on her daddy, and his on her. Their bond is something indescribable. Unmovable. After the beach, we went to get ice cream and Nate fed her up on a whole bunch of sugar and food that no child her age should be having. It’s sundown and Micaela is yawning when we finally head home. Taking the steps two at a time, Nate’s hand touches mine just as I’m entering the pool house.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I answer back, searching his eyes. I saw Nate today. Really saw him, in his element with our daughter, and it was a beautiful thing.
His fingers graze my cheek. “I might be out late, but I’ll come in in the morning.”
I smile, knowing that this is probably the closest I’ve ever felt to him. I want to wrap this feeling around me and keep it forever. “Okay.”
He leaves, after kissing me and Micaela on the lips and I get busy with her bath. I put some random playlist through the sound dock and wash her up, dressing her in nice warm pajamas. When it’s time for her to go to bed, I pull out a children’s book
