James scoffs. “You better make this right.” He looks from me to Daphne, then back. “I’m not going to run and rat you out to my folks, but you better be a man.” He pauses, setting his jaw before he finishes. “You hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”
I press a kiss to the side of her head, savoring this moment. Savoring her. Cherishing her—my one and only. “If I ever hurt your sister, you won’t have to.”
CHAPTER 10
Daphne
One Week Later
Tears slip down my cheeks as my body shudders.
Another tongue twister in the books.
God, this man’s mouth is everything.
Dutch’s hands are tight on my waist as he finishes me off, eating my pussy like a maestro through the last of my third orgasm this morning.
Between the first and second, he cooked eggs, bacon and made me coffee, which I will need because sneaking into the little house after midnight every night this week and then sneaking back into my bedroom before appearing for breakfast as if nothing ever happened is making sleeping hours slim.
On top of that, Dutch and I don’t really sleep.
Maybe I pass out for an hour or two here and there, but otherwise, Jesus, he knows how to keep a girl up if you know what I mean. We’re still in the kitchen, I’m laid out on the little linoleum table like a buffet and that’s exactly what it feels like.
Dutch is groaning and moaning his own satisfaction when the top of the orgasm hits.
Hard.
The climax reverberates through me like an earthquake and I hear Dutch’s chuckle as I beg him for mercy. Orgasms are bliss, sure, but there’s a tipping point—which he loves to toy with—where they become painful. One is amazing, two is nirvana, three…I’m still riding the wave.
Four, uhhh, ouch a little bit.
“My clit,” I moan, pushing at his head, but his hands only tighten on my waist as he flicks the tip of his tongue against me.
“Fuuuuck. Dutch! Enough. Please.” I’m flat out whining now but he doubles down, tongue and lips, and I start to thrash.
“I need a second.” Screaming now, my throat is raw and it’s hard to believe James and my parents can’t hear us from the house even in their sleep.
I’m twisting, kicking, bucking and slapping at him as his tongue slips inside me, drawing out orgasm number six as the room goes dark.
Stars dance behind my lids as I come back to this world and I wonder how long I was out.
Dutch is standing next to the table, naked in all his majesty, holding a glass of apple juice because orange juice gives me the hives. It’s in one of the travel cups he got for me with ‘Doll’ written on the side in pink letters with a straw sticking out of the top.
“Drink.” He holds the straw to my lips as his other hand rests on my thigh, warm and heavy, telling me in one of his thousand little ways, you’re mine. “You’re dehydrated. That sweet pussy fountain’s been pretty fucking generous this morning.”
“Mhum,” I answer as I gulp down the sweet liquid, feeling the coolness all the way down into my stomach.
Yesterday, we went to see his sister. I really liked her. Strong, tough, but caring. Two things were clear from the moment we stepped in through her doorway. First, that she was deeply hurt by the way he’d treated her—she didn’t know if she was ever going to see him again in her life. And second, she never stopped loving him.
After a long heart-to-heart, where they both got some things off their chests, she went to a dresser and took out a brown package. Inside was a CD and a bank card. Heather, Dutch’s sister, played the CD right there and then, tears in her eyes as her father’s voice came over the speakers. It had apparently been included with his will, apologizing for things he’d done, the way he’d been; something he couldn’t bring himself to do face to face while he was alive.
He spoke to Dutch directly, obviously expecting that he would be there at the will reading. He took some responsibility for the way his son turned out, accepted that if he’d been there for him after his mom died, and hadn’t lashed out with violence at the first sign of trouble, things might have been different.
Dutch wiped away tears, shaking his head, saying he made his own choices.
And then came the inheritance.
I don’t think either of us knew quite what to expect, even though I’d seen the size of Heather’s house. After all, things change. She’s married, her wife is a decorated general she met through her father, Heather herself has a law degree, and they have a son that Dutch didn’t even know about. The house outside the city, with its long driveway, manicured lawns, swimming pool and stables, was just a really nice place. As far as either of us knew, the two of them had bought it together. Their dream home.
Well, let’s just say Dutch’s father had investments. The truth is, Dutch doesn’t need to work another day in his life, he could just retire in comfort. He has plans to help out my father and James with their plans but that will have to wait until all the cards about us are on the table.
I will say, Dutch earned some points with my father when the day after we were at the bar, all the stolen product from the garage was sitting outside the back door. Dutch wouldn’t fess up to what happened, but James made sure Dad knew.
The sound of me slurping up the last of the juice is mixed with another chuckle from Dutch as he moves around the table, holding his thick erection in his fist as he shifts himself between my spread legs.
“Please.” I stutter. “I mean…”
“Please and thank you.” He doesn’t give me another word and I drop the plastic cup on the table above my head, hearing it roll off and pop onto the floor as Dutch slides the tip of his dick into me.
It’s perfect. This man’s dick. There’s nothing about it I don’t love.
“Sit up.” He seats himself into me then reaches out and takes my hands, pulling me up before gripping my ass as he mounts me onto his body, his muscular shoulders hard and flexing as he moves us together and I nuzzle my head into the hard tendons of his neck.
Dutch starts to grunt, hard and deep, just like the fucking he’s giving me. I run my hands over his back, feeling the muscles under my palms as he drives in and out, using my body like a fuck doll and there’s nothing about it I don’t recommend.
It doesn’t take long before I’m on orgasm number…oh who cares, I’ve lost count.
He’s relentless, plunging to my depths me over and over, lifting and slamming my body back down on his cock as our lips come together and I taste my arousal and the apple juice as we grunt and gasp, the first waves of my orgasm crashing through me as I feel the first sprays of his hot cream deep inside.
We pant and chuckle, and Dutch carries me to the bathroom and sits me on a towel that he has folded on a little bench against the wall. It’s cozy here in the little house, small is another word for it, but it’s all I need.
I could see myself living here with Dutch, happy and content, but I know the time is coming that we need to come clean with my parents. James has kept his word about not ratting us out, but I feel like the secret is putting a wedge between us all.
“Dutch, I need to get back to the house.”