“And you’ll never have to.”
She giggles again and pulls back as I gently set her back on her feet. “I can’t promise to make it easy for you.”
“You wouldn’t be the woman I’m madly in love with if you did,” I answer, holding the back of her head and pulling her lips to mine again. Rodriguez clears his throat behind us and we pull away as Tate blushes.
“Sorry. Got a little caught up,” I admit. He shakes his head.
“No worries and congrats to both of you. You’re good for each other.”
I grin, looking back at my girl. “We have to tell the guys.”
She nods and I scowl, remembering that I left Smith to watch over her.
“Wait. Where’s Smith?”
She purses her lips and looks away from me as Rodriguez starts laughing.
“Tate,” I prompt and she sighs.
“I kind of tased him.”
“Tate,” I growl, pinching the bridge of my nose as she cuddles under my arm and presses her hand to my stomach.
“I’m sorry but he wouldn’t let me leave. I had to get to you.”
I roll my eyes and stare down at her. “He was protecting you like I asked him to.”
“Yeah,” she muses, biting her lip. “We’re going to have to get him a really good present to make up for it.”
“How did I get roped into this?” I ask, laughing and she holds up her left hand, now adorned with my ring, as she reaches up on her tiptoes to press a kiss against my lips. “I didn’t realize my marriage proposal came with apologies to my friends.”
“Sorry to break up this love fest but you should see this,” Rodriguez says, grabbing a piece of paper off the dining room table. I take it from him and blow out a breath as I read it.
I want my daughter
Monday
Sunrise Diner
2 p.m.
“Ready to meet your old man?” I ask, handing the note to her and her hand trembles slightly as she nods.
“Let’s take it to the club and see what everyone else thinks.”
My brows shoot up in surprise and she glances over at me, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going into this alone so I’ll need support from y’all if I decide to face him.”
I shake my head. “I don’t like it.”
“I don’t either but it may be our only option.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tatum
“Lincoln,” I moan, stretching out next to him in bed as he presses his lips to the bare skin between my shoulder blades and I cuddle closer to him, craving the warmth of his embrace. He pulls the covers up over us and kisses my shoulder.
“Morning, Darlin’.”
I smile, peeking over my shoulder at him. “Good morning.”
“Have I ever told you how fucking hard it makes me when you moan my name?” he asks, accenting his point by pressing his rigid cock against my ass. I giggle and shake my hips, teasing him a little more and he growls as he grips my hip. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to take you again, wife.”
“I’m not your wife,” I point out as I turn away from him and wiggle my ass again. His fingers tighten on my hip as he leans forward and slowly kisses a path up my neck. My nipples pebble and I arch my back, pinning his cock between the two of us.
“Not yet but as soon as this day is over, we’re setting a date in the very near future.”
“Oh, really?” I ask, glancing back at him with a quirked brow and he nods.
“Don’t even think of fighting me on this. I’m not waiting a minute longer than I have to.”
I roll over to face him and palm his cheek. “You’re getting very bossy. Afraid I’m going to change my mind?”
“No, not anymore. You made your choice and now you’re stuck with me until the day I die. You’re just lucky I didn’t drag you to a courthouse the second you said yes.”
I push away from him and scoot back on the bed as I fight off a grin. “And what if I run from you?”
“I’ll chase you,” he growls, baring his teeth as he lunges at me and wraps his arms around my waist. I giggle, pretending to fight him. “I’ll never let you get away now.”
He rolls on top of me and slips a hand between my thighs. “Are you still wet for me, baby?”
I nod as his fingers sink into my pussy. This would be round three in as many hours and neither one of us can seem to get enough of each other but that’s been par for the course since I accepted his ring. He’s been insatiable and I might be even worse. Unless we’ve been at the club going over what to do about my father, we’ve been here in this bed making up for lost time.
“Fuck, Tate,” he groans as he starts fingering me and I moan, arching my hips off the bed as my eyes flutter closed. His hand wraps around my throat and my eyes spring open. “Eyes on me always, baby girl.”
“Lincoln,” I whimper, our gazes locked together as he brings me to the point of release with his fingers alone. Just when I think I’m going to topple over the edge, he stops and pulls out of me. “No!”
“Tell me what you want.”
My gaze drops to his cock and I reach forward, wrapping my hand around it as I stroke it back and forth. His eyes close for a second as he groans. When he opens them again, they are filled with fire and he leans down, sealing his lips over mine in a kiss so hot it could burn down this whole house as he pulls my hand away from his length. As he pulls back, he grabs my hips and flips me to my belly. He straddles my hips and grips my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance. My entire body tenses in anticipation and I suck in a breath, holding it in my lungs as I wait for the sweet ache of him driving into me. He leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear and a shiver winds down my spine.
“You want my cock, baby?”
I nod, wiggling my ass against him. “Yes.”
“Can you say please like a good little girl?”
“No,” I hiss. He pulls away and I cry out at the loss as he laughs. “Okay, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, leaning over me again.
“Please give me your cock.”
He groans and slips inside me, giving me that delicious ache I’ve been craving. “With pleasure, Darlin’.”
I moan, gripping the sheets in front of me as he holds himself inside me and sucks in a ragged breath, his grip on my ass tightening.
“Jesus Christ. You feel incredible.”
He rocks his hips but I need more. “Lincoln, fuck me, please.”
“Tate,” he groans, leaning over me as one hand grips the back of my neck. “I fucking love those dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth but what you and I do is not fucking. It never has been.”
“I need you to move,” I plead, my body aching and he growls in my ear as he pulls back and sinks into me again.
“Like that?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He keeps a firm hand on the back of my neck as he moves to his knees and sets a steady pace, rocking in and out of me with just enough speed to drive me out of my mind.