“This is…”
“The adventure you said you were always looking for. Those books on the mafia that you had when we were kids? The ones you said would always be cool to experience? You’re welcome.”
I stand, my erection had finally subsided, and I stroll into the kitchen. “Coffee anyone?”
I look over my shoulder to see Tim look at Gabriella, who just raises her arms in disbelief.
Tim’s phone rings and after a few short replies he says exactly what I predict. “The Feds want another statement…from all of us.”
“After coffee,” I say, firing up the Bialetti.
“You can’t tell the Feds to wait.”
“We’re holding all the cards here, Tim. And they know we’re not going anywhere…they’ve got guys surrounding the house, have since last night. Remember?”
Tim just stands there in complete and utter disbelief.
“I thought a little adventure could help you get past your wife running away. Did it work?”
Still, nothing and I realize I’m being too much of a smart ass, not that I care right now.
“With sugar or without?” I ask, holding up a coffee mug that says ‘World’s Best Dad.’
Where can I find one that says, ‘World’s Best Daddy’? Because now my requirements here are done, that’s what I’m devoting all my time to doing…for my little girl.
But it’s clear from Tim’s expression that I can’t break this news out now. After all the planning that went into this, he’ll think I planned what’s happened in such a short period of time with his daughter, and that’s the furthest from the truth.
But when we do sit down and have an honest conversation I’m going to have to break it to him, that she’s never going to be further than an arm’s length from me for the rest of her days.
She’s mine.
7 Gabriella
I spend the rest of my day at the police station talking to Feds, explaining how I wound up in a strip club, how I was solicited for sex and everything else that transpired. Surreal.
Of course, I leave out the most important part…the ‘why’. And the answer, is, of course, him.
I thought I was in control here, or at least I was starting to get some, but after Gio’s mic drop reveal earlier today I have no idea what to think. All I know is this is as crazy as some of the reveals I’ve read in the Lena Little stories on my Kindle. And to think…I thought I was just reading steamy romance and stumbled upon an actual plot. Well done, girl. You’re definitely a one-click buy for me from now into eternity.
An eternity is exactly how long I want to be Gio’s little girl, having spent more time learning about it after I got home. It’s like I finally understand who I am. There was always this feeling, but now it’s been replaced with a knowing and I know we’re the perfect match.
But what I don’t know is why there are footsteps creaking outside my bedroom door at seventeen minutes after one in the morning right now.
Slowly the door opens and the moonlight from the window reflects on his big frame, only covered by the black boxer briefs which cover his obvious need.
He moves into my room, and I don’t even try and pretend I’m asleep…or clothed. I’ve been thinking about him all night, despite the long day we all had.
Slowly he shuts the door so it doesn’t make a sound, and then moves closer to my bed.
“I thought I was going to have to wait,” he admits with anger in his voice. “Thought this was going to take more time to play out and I was going to die in the process, or you’d be gone to college.”
“I’d wait for you. Always.”
That anger quickly turns to a smile. “Remember how I said we were going to play special games together?”
I nod, knowing in this particular case that talking isn’t the wisest move, which he quickly confirms.
“We’re going to play a game called ‘Quiet, Please’. Nod if you understand.”
I comply as he slowly slides off of his underwear, his huge erection springing free and my immediate thought is where in the world is he going to put all of that?
“The way ‘Quiet, Please’ works is baby girl stays quiet while Daddy pleases her. She can’t make a sound or the pleasing stops because other people might hear. Understand?”
I nod yet again as he reaches the edge of my bed.
“I use to sleep in this very room…alone, years ago when I lived in this house on that exchange program. Not anymore. Not tonight.”
He wastes no time, his big body coming down on mine as the mattress springs strain to contain him as our mouths sink together with a groan, his large hands cupping my face before he glides the calloused tip of his palm along my cheek.
He kisses me softly as if I’m made of paper mache, savoring the taste of my mouth as I do the same. But I want more, so much more and I wrap my hands around his back like I’m lost at sea, clinging to a life preserver, pulling my mouth into his more desperately, with more hunger, letting him know that despite my small size I’m not some doll he has to worry about breaking. If anything I want him to break me… break me in in all ways.
My hands move across and up to his back, sliding along his thick neck and nesting in his hair, my fingertips digging into his scalp as his lips claim mine.
There’s no turning back now, our kiss accelerating to the point I
