His words set off another spasm between my legs and I cry out, my vocal cords fried, flesh squeezing almost painfully between my thighs, stroking his still-pumping cock. It goes on for long moments, the ripple of relief coursing through me again and again until I am nothing but human jelly on the backseat. I stare blindly up at the ceiling, limbs limp, the relentless hunger finally abated for the first time since I discovered the notebooks.
“Thank you,” I breathe, licking salt from my man’s shoulder, trailing my fingertips up and down his back. “You saved me. I don’t ache anymore. Thank you.”
Benny stares down at me, supported on one jacked arm, his disbelief obvious. “You’re…thanking me?”
“Mmmm,” I purr, sliding my touch through his chest hair. “No one else in the whole world could have given me exactly what I needed.”
I think my vow is going to please Benny. Instead, his muscles flex to the point of strain, his lips peeling back from his teeth. “No one else will ever give you a goddamn thing. Ever again. No one but me.” He leans down and snaps his teeth against my throat. “Understand?”
Euphoria cascades through my chest, pooling in my belly. “Yes. I understand. I won’t ever want anyone else. Not ever.”
“My girl. My pussy,” he growls, sitting back and shoving his semi-hard sex back into his jeans, zipping up and pulling me onto his lap sideways, cradling me like a baby and stroking my hair with a heavy hand. “Must have done something right in this life, because I’m your Daddy now. And that’s the way it’s going to stay.” Do I imagine the flicker of panic in his features? “Whether you like it or not.”
Chapter Five
Benny
Holy God above.
I can’t even believe I’m holding this gift from heaven in my arms right now. She’s smiling up at me in a daze, her fingers beneath my shirt, playing with my chest hair and gold chain. On the bank of the swamp, I buttoned her back into the dress and slid her little panties back up her legs, covering the absolute mess I made between her thighs. Come and blood and redness. That’s what I did to her—and this angel couldn’t have been more happy about it.
It means I’m finally yours, she whispered, nuzzling my neck. Can we do it again later?
There is every chance I’ve died and somehow ended up in heaven by mistake. That seems to be the only plausible explanation for this horny, loving, determined girl wanting me. Before I took her virginity, I had it in my mind that walking away from her was the right thing to do. It would save her ripping out my heart later, when she realizes how much better she can do. But now…
Oh no.
I’ve glimpsed the kingdom. I felt immortal between her legs and there’s no going back. I’ll fight to the fucking death if anyone tries to take her from me. And unfortunately that means when the time comes and Fawn wants to leave me, I’ll have to lock her up. No help for it. I can’t live without the high she gives me. I can’t live without the strokes of her little fingers or the playfulness in her golden eyes. I’ll die on the spot.
“So…” Grim asks from the driver’s seat, the back of his neck still bright red over what he heard while waiting on the log. “How are you going to explain her to Frank?”
“I’m not.” I bundle her up tighter to my chest. “You’re taking us to my place.”
Grim does a double-take in the rearview mirror. “We’re supposed to report back right after a job. He’ll either want money or proof of death.”
“I said…” My teeth are on edge. “Take us to my place. And leave. I will handle Frank when the time comes.”
Briefly, Grim lifts his hands off the wheel with exaggerated contrition. “It’s your funeral, man. But don’t be sore with me for telling our boss the truth. I have no choice if I want my job.”
“Do what you have to do.” I look down at my precious girl who is positively beaming up at me like I’m her hero. What did I do to deserve this? I’m almost in pain from the incredible way she makes me feel. Like maybe I really could be a better man. Like maybe I could do anything as long as this angel looks at me just like this. “I’ll do what I have to do.”
And what I have to do is make her happy. Keep her safe.
Keep her, period.
At all costs.
Half an hour later, Grim stops the SUV up to the gate surrounding my compound. I nod at his reflection in the windshield, well aware that I will probably never work with him again, and climb out of the backseat with Fawn in my arms. I wait for Grim to drive off before settling my angel down on her feet. As soon as her heat leaves me, I begin to panic, however, and immediately pick her back up. She giggles in response and my heart catapults into my throat.
“I can’t wait to see where you live,” she says, rubbing her cheek on my right pectoral.
If I was just a touch more selfish, she’d be seeing nothing but my bedroom ceiling for the next month. My cock is already hard just from the thought of her walking through my home, touching my things, showering in my bathroom. The lust wreaking havoc on my senses demands I wrap her thighs around me and plow her against the tall gate surrounding my property, but no. No, I can’t do that. Not after the savage way I took her virginity. Fawn deserves to be soothed, worshipped. Not brutalized over and over again.
Thanks to our size difference, it’s easy to maneuver her slight form while taking the keys out of my pocket, letting her into my compound. I hesitate for a moment before opening the gate, not sure what she’ll think of my roommates. But I shouldn’t have been worried. Not with Fawn. Of course when she sees the ducks waddling toward us, she gasps in delight.
“What a lovely welcoming committee,” she laughs, climbing down out of my arms. Feeling a surge of protectiveness, I turn and lock the gate quickly to keep out intruders who might hurt Fawn or try to steal her from me. When I turn back around, she is crouched down and gently tickling the underside of my mallard’s beak. “Does he have a name?”
I’m ridiculously pleased that she knows the difference between the male and female ducks. “That’s Chester.” I mutter the second part. “Quackington.”
Her surprised laughter makes me smile. And it gives her pause.
She stares up at me from below. “You should smile more.”
“I can’t remember the last time I did,” I respond honestly, my pulse knocking around in my veins. How is this girl in my home? How can she stand to look at me? I don’t want to question these things. Just want to enjoy the moment. But it’s damn hard when we are the epitome of beauty and the beast. “I should tell you…” I’m already in love with you. “There are a lot more animals here. In fact, I’m surprised Dave hasn’t joined us yet—” I’m cut off abruptly when my howler monkey jumps down from the tree overhead and lands on my shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”
Dave climbs up on top of my head, gesturing and squawking at Fawn, as if asking for an introduction. Before I can make one, she comes forward with a smile. “Hello Dave.” Briefly, her attention drops to the bandage on his leg. “Is he healing from something?”