This is Love, Baby(33)

Heat warms my body as I jerk my hand from my dick and bring it back to her lips. I push my finger back into her mouth and drag my smear of semen along her tongue. A soft moan escapes her and it makes me ravenous for her.

Removing my finger once again, I then drag the bottom of her gown up to her belly button, revealing her pussy to me.

God, what I wouldn’t give to devour her right now.

But she’s not ready for me.

I should roll back over and go to sleep.

Yet, I know I can’t. I need to touch her and make her feel better again. Even if I am only able to reach her subconscious.

Grabbing onto the back of her thigh, I pull her knee toward me until it touches the bottom of my thick shaft. I slightly buck my hips against her thigh and groan at how perfect her smooth leg feels against it.

My fingers slide over her cunt and I probe at her opening with my longest finger. She’s slightly wet. I drag my finger over it several times. The craving to taste her is intense. I pull my finger to my mouth and suck on it.

God, she tastes fucking amazing.

And now she’s all mine.

I need to fuck up Gabe once and for all. Get her away from all of this.

Just her and me.

Once my finger is good and wet, I slide it back over her slit. I find her opening and slowly push into her. She whimpers and my cock lurches with desire.

“Mmm,” she purrs in her sleep.

It spurs me on and I fuck her with my finger, lazily. I revel in the way her body grips it. She may have fucked those two men, but she’s still tight. To further prove that fact, I push another finger into her. And then another. Her body accepts me and grows increasingly wet. My cock will stretch her further. Her cunt will take it—every thick inch of me.

With my free hand, I jerk at my dick in unison with each plunge of my fingers into her heat. One day soon, we’ll fuck. Once I’m finally able to break down her walls, I can make love to her sweet body at all hours of the day. She’ll remember our love and find her way back to me.

Another small whimper fills the night air and it’s all it takes before I’m overtaken by my climax. Hot semen spurts all over my belly and I hiss out in pleasure. I’m beginning to relax from my high when she speaks. It’s murmured and in her sleep, but I still catch it.

“War.”

A whispered plea. A reverent evocation. A fucking slap in the face spoken in a way in which I have never once heard my name come from her lips.

The name splashes over me, arctic and icy. I jerk my hand out from inside her. Fury surges through me to the point I’m physically shaking. Tiny threads of what was left of my control and sanity pluck one by one as the anger sweeps through me like a rampant tornado decimating everything in its path. I can actually feel the snap inside me—the shredding of the gentle boy I was before as the reborn man rips from within and bursts free. The man I’ve become flexes and snarls because he knows this means war. I can’t lose her to Gabe, only to lose her to this other guy, too. She belongs to me. It’s always been that way and now I have to fight for her. The old me couldn’t handle it but the new me is pumped up and ready to demolish anything in my path. Fuck that asshole for stealing her body from me and fuck that other prick for stealing her heart. I’m going to do everything in my power to keep her away from that motherfucker in the other room. And soon.

With a grumble, I climb out of bed and clean my cum from my stomach. Lifting my fingers to my nose, I inhale her scent. I certainly won’t be washing her from me anytime soon. Tomorrow, every time I eat or scrub my face in frustration, I will catch a whiff of her. It will get me through the times when she isn’t acting like herself.

I make my way back over to her and slide into the bed. Once the covers are pulled back over us, I wrap my body around hers to keep her warm. Sliding my hand back under her nightgown, I palm her breast and my mind flits to the past as I drift off to sleep.

Tony’s cell phone rings from where it’s plugged in on the bedside table and I jolt to an upright position on their bed. Every time his phone rings, I’m flooded with a mixture of anxiety and hope. Anxious that it could be someone looking for him, hopeful that it could be Baylee.

But it isn’t her.

It never is.

The only contact I get with her is through a questionable email address that shows up in Lynn’s inbox on her cell. Where I play the role of her angry father. Baylee must be playing a role too, because her emails are bullshit and don’t even sound like her.

A growl rumbles in my throat to see the call is from an unknown number. I swipe the button to answer the call but don’t say anything.

“Tony?” a familiar voice questions.

Gabe.

This is the first time he’s tried to make contact with Tony.