Page 20 of Dirty Sweet Daddy

"You're mine," I growl, feeling her begin to tighten around me, her climax approaching. "Forever, Kate."

"Forever," she echoes, and then she's coming, her body clenching around me in rhythmic pulses, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

The sight of her—flushed and beautiful, coming apart for mesends me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time and let go, filling her with hot pulses of my release, marking her from the inside in the most primal way possible.

"Mine," I groan against her throat, hips jerking as I empty myself inside her. "You're mine, angel. Forever."

As the pleasure recedes, I gather her close, unwilling to separate from her just yet. Her legs wrap around my waist, keeping me inside her, and her arms encircle my neck in a fierce embrace.

"No more running," she reminds me, pressing small kisses to my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.

"No more running," I agree, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that contrasts with the desperate passion of moments before. "I'm all in, Kate. For as long as you'll have me."

Her smile—soft and sweet and so full of love—makes my heart stutter in my chest. "That's going to be a very, very long time," she warns.

I smile against her lips, suddenly filled with a certainty I've never felt before. "Good," I tell her, holding her closer, already feeling myself hardening inside her again. "Because I'm never letting you go."

And as she sighs happily against my mouth, her body welcoming me for a second round, I know it's true. No more doubt. No more guilt. No more running. Kate is mine, and I am hers, and anyone who has a problem with that can go straight to hell.

epilogue

. . .

Lucas

Three months later

Whispers follow us through town. I feel them like cobwebs on my skin—the stares, the hushed conversations that halt when we get too close, the judgment in the eyes of people who think they understand what happened between us. Kate and I moved past caring weeks ago. Three months since Mrs. Peterson walked in on us, three months since I stopped running from what we have together, and we've settled into a rhythm that feels more right than anything I've ever known. Kate hooks her arm through mine as we walk through the farmer's market, proudly displaying the simple platinum band I put on her finger last week. Not an engagement—not yet—but a promise. A declaration. Mine. Hers. Ours. The gossips can choke on it.

"Mrs. Mebane is giving us the evil eye again," Kate murmurs, pressing closer to my side as she selects a basket of strawberries. "Think she's still mad about catching us making out in your car last week?"

I chuckle, remembering the old woman's scandalized expression when she spotted us in the hardware store parking lot, Kate straddling my lap in the front seat, my hand up her shirt. "Probably. Or maybe she's just jealous."

Kate laughs, the sound bright and carefree, drawing more stares. She doesn't shrink from them. Instead, she rises on her tiptoes and presses a deliberate kiss to my jaw. "Let's get these home, Daddy," she says, just loud enough for nearby browsers to hear. "I'm in the mood for something sweet."

The word—that fucking word—still hits me like a freight train every time she says it. My cock stirs instantly, pressing against my zipper as heat floods my system. Kate knows exactly what she's doing. Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches my reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Brat," I murmur, squeezing her ass discreetly as we head toward the checkout. "You'll pay for that when we get home."

"Promise?" she whispers, batting those innocent lashes at me while her hand brushes deliberately against my growing erection.

Three months, and she still drives me absolutely wild. Three months, and I still can't get enough of her. The intensity hasn't faded one bit. If anything, it's grown stronger as we've settled into our life together.

We faced the hard conversations early on. What about college? Her future? The plans her father had for her? I was prepared to send her anywhere she wanted to go, to support her dreams no matter what they were—even if it meant I had to move across country to be with her. We’re never being apart again.

But Kate was adamant. "I'm not going across the country just because that's what people think I should do," she insisted. "I can get my degree online. Right here. With you."

We compromised. Online classes from a respected university, with the promise that if she ever changes her mind about the traditional college experience, I'll support her decision. But so far, she's thriving in her virtual courses, maintaining a nearly perfect GPA while still having time for us, for this life we're building together.

The academic reward system was her idea. A joke at first that quickly became something more when she saw my reaction.

"What do I get if I ace my psychology midterm?" she asked one night, lying naked and flushed in our bed after a particularly intense session.

"What do you want?" I countered, tracing patterns on her sweat-dampened skin.

Her smile turned wicked. "How about you eat me until I scream if I get an A?"

My cock, which should have been spent after fucking her twice already, twitched against her thigh at the suggestion. "And if you get a B?" I asked, voice dropping to that register that always makes her shiver.