“What time do you need to be at work, Buttercup?” he asked from the kitchen as he did the evening dishes. The day had gone better than Talon would have ever dreamed. Spending time with his Little was magical.
Elizabeth set her crayon down and dug her phone from her back pocket. Able to see her screen, he watched her pull up her schedule. “I’m in cour… a meeting tomorrow. I’ll have to leave here around six thirty to be organized.”
“You’re in court?” he asked.
She screwed her mouth in a bow and pulled it to the side as she thought. Talon waited to see if she’d tell him the truth or come up with something flamboyantly fake.
“Yes. I’m in court tomorrow,” she admitted.
“What do you do in a courtroom? Are you the judge?”
“Oh, not yet,” she popped off with before realizing what she’d said. “I mean—of course not.”
“So, you’re a lawyer? What’s your specialty?” he asked, tossing the towel on the counter and coming to pull his chair at the table out. He whirled it around and sat down on it backward.
She hesitated for a moment. Talon was part of an MC. He admitted to doing bad things sometimes. Should she lie to him? Having him sitting right there looking at her convinced her to tell the truth. He’d obviously find out some day.
“Criminal defense,” she admitted.
“So, you know a few things about the Shadowridge Guardians?” he asked.
“Not much. I’ve never been assigned a case that has anything to do with your group. I mean, I’ve seen the name. Not usually in a bad way. They escorted a battered woman into court to testify against her abusive husband.”
“So, they were the good guys for that case?”
“Yes.”
Elizabeth was quiet for a long time as she struggled to find the right thing to say. She didn’t want her job to jeopardize this. Finally, she admitted, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you would react. Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
“You being a lawyer doesn’t change anything for me. In criminal defense, you’ve stood up for people who need a champion and probably got a few people off even though you knew they were guilty as hell.”
She nodded. He was completely right. Elizabeth loved the first and hated the second—but she did her job.
“You’re my Little girl.”
“Knowing this doesn’t change everything?”
“Not for me. You know I’m a mechanic at a repair shop owned by a bunch of bikers with a kick-ass attitude. You didn’t run away.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to run,” she pointed out.
“I’m never going to give you that chance. I don’t care what you do for work as long as you enjoy life with me,” Talon stated firmly.
Elizabeth stared at him. Talon always cut straight to the chase. But she had to make sure he understood everything.
“My schedule is hectic. During a big case, my hours are crazy. Can you live with that?”
“I won’t like it, but my hours can be weird as well.”
“When you’re involved in Shadowridge Guardian business?” she asked.
“When my brothers need me, I respond. The only person who ranks above them is you.”
“Really? We haven’t known each other for long,” she pointed out.
“You’re mine, Little girl.”
She swallowed hard before admitting, “I feel good when I’m with you.” Her face flamed red as she remembered just how good he could make her feel and watched a grin spread over his face.
“Not just when you’re touching me,” she said quickly. “Inside, I just feel better when we’re together. It’s like you’re a missing piece that suddenly snapped into place.”
“I like that, Buttercup. We fit well together.”
“We haven’t had sex. Maybe I’m crappy at it. My husband wasn’t too excited,” she blurted.
“You are amazing in my arms. Your ex-husband was a clueless bastard and is no longer part of your life. I’m sure he knew one position and sucked at everything but finding his pleasure.”
Her mouth dropped open as she looked at him. How does he know that?
“There’s an easy way to prove I’m right and you’re wrong,” Talon pointed out, scooting his chair closer to hers.
“What? You’re going to whisk me away to the bedroom and test drive me?” she said. Could he tell her bluster was driven by self-consciousness?
“I’m going to make love to you like you should have always been taken care of.”
She stared at him, allowing a small glimmer of hope to kindle in her heart.
“Come on, Buttercup.”
He stood and held out a hand to pull her from her chair. When she stood, he bent down and scooped her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she said, wriggling.
“Don’t make me drop you,” he warned, knowing he’d never drop her in a million years. To punctuate his words, Talon swatted her rounded bottom sharply.
At that quick taste of slight pain, he heard her quick inhale and knew he’d just started her engine. Damn her incompetent husband! Who could ignore the signs that she needed so much more than just missionary style in the dark?
At the doorway into his bedroom, Talon stopped to turn on the overhead lights. Immediately, she asked, “Can we turn those off?”
“I’m not making love to you in the dark, Elizabeth. I want to see every inch of your body and every bit of arousal on your face,” he told her firmly as he walked to his large, four-poster bed.
Setting her feet on the carpet, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her pelvis to his. “Making love to you is going to be a treat for all my senses.”
He glided one hand up her arm, taking his time as he watched her focus on the simple move. Cupping her jaw, he whispered, “Touch.”
She inhaled sharply and held her breath for what would come next.
“Taste.” He captured her lips in a series of soft kisses that wooed her lips apart. Deepening the next exchange, Talon caressed her inner lips with the tip of his tongue and treasured the soft moan at the back of her throat that rumbled through her mouth. His hard kiss that followed made her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pressed her body against his.
Lifting his mouth from hers, he continued with soft kisses to her jaw and down the side of her neck. When he reached that sensitive spot where her shoulder began, Talon added, “Scent” to his list of treats. He inhaled deeply and paused, savoring the sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers.
“Talon,” she said urgently.
“Daddy.” He straightened to meet her gaze, putting sternness in his own.
“Daddy, please,” she begged, clinging to him.
“I won’t rush this, Buttercup. Daddy likes to play, too.”
Talon glided his hands lightly over her ribcage to grasp the hem of her shirt. Pulling it upward slowly, he gave her time to lift her arms over her head so he could remove it. Looking over her beautiful body, he traced a finger over the swell of one petite breast. He cupped it in his hand and brushed his thumb across the tight nipple that pressed against the lace.
Her aroused moan was exactly the response he wanted. “Sound.”
When she arched her back to push herself firmly against his hand, Talon traced the delicate garment’s band to the back fastener with his other hand. Quickly unfastening it, he eased the garment from her body and tossed it aside.
Devouring the sight in front of him with his eyes, Talon whispered, “Sight. That’s the last of my senses, Elizabeth. You appeal to all of them. Appeal, hell. You set my world on fire.”
“Daddy!”
Not making her wait, he lowered himself in front of her to slide off her leggings and panties. Scanning over her body as he stroked up her legs, Talon memorized her form. “Damn, Buttercup, you’re this Daddy’s dream.”
He stood to cup her small mound and squeezed, feeling her wetness on his fingers. Talon loved how focused she was on him. Being the center of her world was an aphrodisiac like he’d never experienced before. Roughly, he adjusted himself in his now too-tight jeans. Her gaze followed his movement, and he watched her pink tongue peek out to wet her lips.
Clamping his control in force, Talon swept her from her feet and carried her to the side of the bed. He balanced her petite form against him as he ripped the covers down to the bottom of the bed. Gently placing her against the pillows, he stepped back and allowed his eyes to devour the gift that awaited.
Reaching over his head, Talon yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away. He watched her focus on his chest and tribal tattoos. Unfastening his jeans much more carefully to avoid his fierce erection, Talon enjoyed her look of shock as his cock burst free. He paused for a moment to allow her to look, enjoying her heated stare. It struck him how much his Little’s fascination with his body made its mark on his heart. Her desire matched his own.
He couldn’t wait too long. His prize waited for him. Forcing himself to think ahead, he grabbed a pack of condoms from the nightstand and ripped it open to pull out the string of packets.
“Got big plans?” she whispered.
Delighted by her teasing, he growled, “I may never let you out of my bed. I’m safe, Buttercup. Tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Me, too. I tested after my divorce. Just in case.”
“That’s my wickedly smart Little girl. Now, I plan to make you forget everything.”
At her nod, Talon propped one knee on the bed to lean over her. Running his hand over her shoulder and down to her fingers, he linked his with hers to squeeze lightly. “Damn, Buttercup, I am a very lucky Daddy.”
She raised her free hand to trace over his chest and lower. Talon trapped her hand against his abs. “You don’t have permission to touch Daddy.”
“I need permission?” she repeated, lifting her gaze to meet his.
“Daddy’s in charge.”
He waited as a long second passed until she nodded and slid her hand from under his to lay higher on his chest. “Good girl.”
Releasing her fingers, Talon lowered himself to his elbow, supporting his weight as he stretched out on the mattress beside her. Her hands played over his skin, touching and teasing him. He wrapped a hand behind her head and held her steady as he lowered his lips to hers.
The heat building between them flared hotter as their bodies blended together. Her softness molded to his muscular physique, making Talon’s cock twitch against her. When he lifted his head, she bit her lip.
“What’s wrong, Buttercup?”
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” she whispered, waving a hand down his body.
“We’ll fit together perfectly. You were made to be mine. I’d never hurt you,” he promised.
Some of the worried lines on her forehead dissipated, but Talon could read her lingering apprehension. “I promise.”
Elizabeth nodded slowly, and he felt the tension ease from her body. “Thank you for trusting me, Little girl.”
Rewarding her with another kiss, Talon took his time. Rushing this wasn’t an option. Stroking his hand over her body, he searched for those sensitive spots that made her breath hitch or brought a smile to her face. He couldn’t resist the allure of her pert breasts. Each a perfect handful, Talon cupped one.
“Do you taste sweet here, too?” he asked before capturing her small, pink nipple between his lips. Tasting the tip with his tongue, Talon rolled it lightly and then harder between his lips. Her moan and the nails biting into his shoulders clued him in that his suspicion she enjoyed a bit of pain was completely on target.
Opening his mouth, he sucked her tender flesh into his mouth. Talon moved slowly backward, increasing the pressure before releasing her suddenly.
“No!” burst from her lips and he smiled against her skin as he moved to treat her other breast exactly the same way.
He stroked a hand down her abdomen. Her body was perfectly formed, and he loved her softness. Reaching her trimmed adult hair, Talon tugged it lightly, drawing a moan from her lips. “Daddy will remove this tomorrow.”
“Am I going to see you tomorrow after work?”
Her hesitant question made him look back to meet her gaze fully. He struggled to understand that other men, including her dunce of an ex-husband, might not have craved her as he did somehow. “You’re going to see me every morning, afternoon, and evening, Buttercup, if I have my way. You’re in my blood now. I won’t ever get enough of you.”
His fingers dipped into her wetness and she stilled. He remembered exactly where and how she liked to be stroked. Talon gave her what she wanted while searching for new delights.
She was so responsive. Leaning over her once again, he pressed a hard kiss to her mouth and loved her passionate answer. Talon scattered kisses over her body. He treasured her wiggles of pleasure and hands tightening on his body or tugging his hair.
Pressing two fingers into her pussy, he rotated his hand to stroke his thumb over that small bundle of nerves hiding at the top of her entrance. Her body froze as a wail escaped her lips before shaking as waves of contractions squeezed his fingers.
“Daddy!”
“I’m right here, Buttercup.”
He moved his fingers inside her body, extending her pleasure as he stretched her in preparation for his cock. She was soaked, but he would need to go slow—even if it killed him.
When he felt her moving against his hand as if seeking more, Talon grabbed a condom and sheathed himself quickly. The feel of his own hands on his body made him realize how much control he would need to gather.
Caging her under him, Talon cradled one side of her face. He kissed her deeply, enjoying her flavor and response as he lowered his pelvis to hers. Guiding her petite leg around his waist, Talon slid his shaft against her wet pussy. The gliding contact drew a moan from deep within her.
Shifting, Talon placed his cock at her entrance and pressed slowly inside. When he felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders, he reversed his movement.
“No!” she protested, trying to keep him close.
“Shh, Elizabeth,” he said, meeting her gaze directly. “We’re going slow. Your body needs to adjust to me. I don’t want to hurt you. Daddy’s in charge.”
“Daddy’s in charge,” she repeated before requesting, “Can we try again?”
“Buttercup, we’re going to try over and over. And when we finish, we’re going to try it all again,” he promised her as he pushed back into her.
Her body relaxed around him, and Talon slid further inside. He watched her eyes roll back as his cock brushed over sensitive places inside her. Changing his angle slightly, he felt her fingernails bite into his shoulders.
“More,” she whispered.
Holding himself together by sheer will, Talon eased in and out of her body several times slowly. When his pelvis met hers, he kissed her hard. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she promised.
Rocking in and out of her tight wetness, he knew nothing would ever feel this good. This woman was his everything. He experimented to find the best way to please her. Talon loved the sound of her breath coming ragged from her chest as he pushed her toward pleasure over and over.
The room warmed with their passion. Sweat dampened their skin, alluring him with her feminine scent. Elizabeth lapped her tongue along one of his tattoos, threatening his control like no one ever had. He tangled his hand in her hair and tugged, tilting her lips up to meet his. The moan of passion that whispered from her lips carved itself in his memory.
He treasured every moment buried deep within her. The feel of her coming around his cock was pure heaven. He never wanted this to end but knew he couldn’t continue to hold on. “One more time, Buttercup. Come with Daddy,” he urged.
“Please,” she whispered, holding on to him for strength.
Talon increased his speed, targeting her most responsive spots as he caressed her with a hand. Teasing, he moved his hand lower and lower until it pressed between them. He brushed his fingertip over her clit and felt her shatter around him.
Loosening his control, he stroked into her, extending her pleasure until his body exploded. He poured himself into the condom as he roared his release into the room.
When their bodies calmed, Talon eased from her body, loving the gasp of protest that whispered from her lips. He dealt with the condom quickly while maintaining contact with her. He couldn’t be separated from her.
With her gathered in his arms, Talon smoothed the covers over her shoulders and tenderly hugged her to his body. “Oh, you please me, Little girl.”
Her sigh of “Daddy” before she tumbled into sleep made him smile.
Damn, I love her.