by Callie Hart
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she pants. “Please.”
I haven’t touched her. I’m so close, she can feel my hot breath the most intimate, private parts of her body; I can tell by the way her skin has broken out in goosebumps. She reaches her hands down, digging her fingers into the inside of her thighs, like the crescents of her nails gouging into her skin will relieve some of the pressure building between her legs. She whimpers, sounding pained, and my protective, possessive side roars in my ears. “Don’t worry. Shh, tesoro. It’s okay. Ti faro stare bene. Lo prometto.” She has no idea what I’m saying, no idea that I’m reassuring her, swearing to take care of her. But she doesn’t need to hear me say it. She knows I’m going to do it, no matter what.
I take hold of my dick, squeezing the tip, shuddering as a wall of pleasure rocks through me. I allow myself five torturously slow strokes before I get onto my knees and I fall between Silver’s legs. She cries out, fisting my hair, as I sweep my tongue over her, tasting and exploring every part of her, her thighs tightening around my head as she loses control of herself.
Focusing on her clit, I get to work, making sure she feels every flick I administer with the tip of my tongue. I use my fingers, pushing one, and then two digits inside her, pumping them slowly, bringing her to a boil as her pleasure mounts.
I love fucking Silver. Being inside of her is a religious experience. This feels better, though. Being selfless, doing something purely for her and only her, fills me with a deep sense gratification that can’t be beaten. Nothing in this life brings me more pleasure than making her come with my fingers and my mouth. Nothing.
She shakes, vibrating so hard, I almost have to hold her down on the bed. With her thighs still gripping my head, I can hear my pulse churning in my own ears. Fuck, the taste of her, the smell of her, the frantic way she angles herself up to me, giving me access to her pussy—it fucking turns me on more than I can stand. I rock into the mattress, unable to stop myself, my dick throbbing as I drive it up into the twisted bed sheets, and it feels so good that I groan, my breath heavy, into Silver’s thigh.
Again, my roll my hips, the tip of my erection rubbing against the bed, trapped between my body and the mattress, and a mindless, depraved animal urge tells me to keep going. I stop myself, forcing myself to hold back. But only just.
God, I need her. I need her so fucking bad.
Sliding my fingers into her, I stroke up and toward myself in a beckoning motion, searching for the one spot inside her that will make her fucking implode. It doesn’t take long to find it. I brace, locking my arm around Silver, making sure I have a tight hold on her, and then I apply the slightest pressure…
“Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Silver’s back tries to arch away from the bed, but I have her expertly pinned down, holding her in place. “Alex! Alex, I’m gonna—”
She still, tensed, muscles locked up, straining against me. I continue to lick and lave at her, sucking gently at her clit, knowing precisely how intense that’s bound to feel with a monster of an orgasm creeping up on her. In seconds, Silver bears down, her pussy tightening around my fingers just like I wanted it to, and she lets out a high-pitched wordless scream that echoes around the bedroom.
She shudders, trying to bring her knees up to her chest, trying to roll away from me, but I bury my face deeper into her pussy, feasting on her, driving my tongue up inside her until she can’t take it anymore and she’s pulling me from between her legs by my hair.
“Alex! Alex, holy fuck! God, stop, I can’t…I can’t…I can’t…”
I relent. Takes a lot of doing, but I manage. I sit back onto my heels, surveying the mess I’ve made of her, filled with a ruthless pride. She’s struggling to breathe, fighting to pull air down into her lungs. Her face is beet red, not to mention her neck and the top of her chest. With her eyes still rolled back into her head, her mouth a little open, her arms and legs splayed haphazardly on the bed, she looks like a girl who just got her ass handed by a gold medalist in the orgasm Olympics.
“Silver.” My voice is filled with warning. Almost menacing. I can’t fucking help it, though. Seeing her like this…I’m hanging onto my self-control by a very frayed thread.
Silver opens her eyes, looking at me, her pupils so blown that her irises are nearly gone altogether. “More,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Alex. God, I want you to fuck me so bad.”
My balls tighten, sending a powerful wave of need chasing up my back. I wasn’t planning on holding back. Maybe giving her a minute to recover, perhaps, but with statements like that coming out of her mouth, I’m well and truly fucked.
I descend on her, taking her in my arms, cradling her in one arm, holding her head off the bed, while I support myself with the other. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I warn her through gritted teeth. “You say the word, and I’ll fucking stop.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide as I slam myself up inside her.
“Oh…my…god…” she whispers.
I fight to hold myself still for a second, to give her a chance to get used to the feeling of me inside her, all the way to the hilt, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a very long time. Her pale eyes are locked onto me, staring into my soul in the darkness, and it feels as though one more piece of puzzle is clicking into place. The moment’s laden with tension, our breath caught in both our throats, as we stare at one another…
Her fingers lightly trace the side of my face. “I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you, too, cara. You’re my entire fucking world.”
The exchange is soft, and gentle, and sincere. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life. Silver leans up to kiss me, her eyes still open, refusing to break away from mine, and I slowly pull back, sliding out of her. A moment later, I drive myself forward, crushing her to my chest, and she moans into my mouth.
“Hold me tighter. Please.”
If I hold her any tighter, I’m going to rebreak her ribs. I understand what she’s feeling, though, because I’m feeling it, too. I need to get closer to her. I need us to become one being, one entity, one heart and one soul. She wraps her legs around my waist and rocks against me, angling her hips up to meet mine, then pulling me back down, asking for even more of me, and my mind goes blank.
She feels…she feels so fucking good. I—
Holy…
…shit.
I go slowly for as long as I can, but soon Silver’s scratching at my back and fisting my hair again, sinking her teeth into the top of my shoulder. I hiss through my teeth, reveling in the pain, and I give her what she so desperately needs.
I fuck her like my life depends on it, and each time I slam myself into her, thrusting my cock as deep as it will go, Silver peppers my neck and my face with kisses, pleading me for more. When we come, we come together, riding out a long wave of pleasure that seems like it will never end.
24
ALEX
“Well if this isn’t a damning picture, I don’t know what is.”
I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone. I was only planning on jogging down the fire escape and grabbing the cable for my cell from the Camaro, but when I fling back the apartment door, preparing for the cold, Cameron’s standing there, his hand raised, about to knock.
He assesses me, eyes skating up and down my body, plainly unamused by the fact that I’m next to naked and only my thin boxers are covering my junk. “I’m assuming my daughter’s in there,” he says stiffly.
“Uh, yes?” Thank fuck I actually put on the boxers. I wasn’t going to bother. The parking lot behind the hardware store is obscured from the street and isn’t overlooked. I’ve made the mad dash down to the car naked before, when I’ve needed to grab something quickly. I only changed my mind because Silver threw my underwear at me and ordered me to cover myself.
Cameron’s mood is almost as stormy as the night we broke into Weaving’s pool house and he pulled out a motherfucking gun. He rubs a hand over his stubble, looking back down over his shoulder at t
he Parisi’s van that’s blocking me into my spot. “Put some fucking clothes on and come meet me down by the car, Alex. I need to talk to you.”
“Should I arm myself?” I’m only half joking.
Cameron doesn’t smile. “Hurry up. It’s cold and I have a headache the size of fucking Texas. Tell Silver you’re going out to grab some food or something. Chinese. She loves Chinese.” He turns and walks down the metal fire escape, his boots clanging on every step, and it dawns on me that Cameron’s about to finally give me the ‘stay the hell away from my daughter’ speech. What else could he possibly want to talk to me about, when he’s shown up on my doorstep wearing that murderous expression?
Back inside, Silver frowns at me from the bed. Holy fuck, she looks so damn good lying there, wrapped in nothing but a sheet. “That was quick,” she says.
I kick my way into my jeans and snatch up a t-shirt, hurriedly getting dressed. “Figured I’d run out and grab some supplies for us since I’m up anyway. You want Chinese?”
She flops back against the pillows, groaning loudly. “Oh my god. You read my mind. Have I told you how much I love you recently?”
Socks go on next. I nearly eat shit as I balance on one leg, trying to shove my foot into my one of my sneakers without undoing the laces. Silver laughs at me under her breath. Once the task is accomplished, I kneel on the edge of the bed, kissing her firmly on the mouth. “You haven’t told me in at least five minutes,” I say softly.
She bumps my nose with the end of her own. “Well I do. Very much, Mr. Moretti. Come back soon. I need your naked body back in this bed.”
My dick would be rock hard if she’d said this to me any other time. Cameron’s looming presence outside seems to have rendered my cock incapable, though. Goddamnit, this is gonna suck.
I give her another kiss, this time on her forehead, and then I hurry out of the apartment, grabbing a hoody and pulling it on as I run down the fire escape towards the van. No sooner am I sitting in the passenger seat than my temple is bouncing off the window, pain splintering my skull apart. Stars explode in my darkened vision, lighting up the inside of my head.
“You’re lucky I’m not more like you,” Cameron snarls.
What…the…actual…?
I hold my hand to my face, staring dumbly down at the flecks of blood that stain my palm when I lower it again. He hit me. Cameron fucking hit me. I gape at him, trying to make sense of what just happened.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Cam hisses. “I thought about taking a pair of secateurs to your balls.”
“What the fuck are secateurs?”
“Does it matter? They’re sharp. You wouldn’t like them. Put your seatbelt on.”
“What the fuck! I’m not putting my seatbelt on until I know that you haven’t actually gone and lost your fucking mind.”
I’m fizzing with anger. I can’t help it, not that I should have to. Cameron belted me hard enough to ring my fucking bell and then some. It hurt way more when my head smashed into the fucking window, though. My temple feels like someone just took a sledgehammer to it.
“If I were more like you, both your legs would already be broken, I’m betting,” Cam says. He tries to pretend that he’s just rubbing his hand over the top of his thigh, but the way he’s flexing his fingers suggests he probably hurt himself almost as much as he hurt me when he lamped me. “Tell me something.” He turns sharply, gunning me down with a vicious glare. “Have you ever killed anyone?”
“What? No! God, can you stop being so fucking crazy for one second? You’re not the fucking Godfather.”
“Have you been present when that boss of yours has killed someone?” he asks.
No, of course I haven’t, Cam.
This is what I’m a second away from saying. I close my mouth on the lie I was about to tell, quickly looking away. Fuck, it hurts to clench down on my jaw but it’s the only thing keeping me from losing my shit right now.
Gary was the last man I let hit me like this. When I was young and smaller than him, there was nothing I could do but let him hit me. The moment I was strong enough to retaliate, I threw my punches as hard as I could manage, and I didn’t hold back. I was hit plenty of times in juvie, too. Not once did I allow someone to get away with the infraction unpunished. My body wants to launch a counterstrike of epic proportions against the man sitting next to me in the driver’s seat…but I can’t allow that to happen.
He's Silver’s father. I like him more than I thought possible. And…well, he kind of owed me a jaw-rattler. I’ve hardly been subtle when it’s come to Silver. I’ve disrespected his home, and him in turn, with some of the shit I’ve done to his daughter under his roof. I don’t blame him for wanting to tan my hide. Fuck, I totally deserve a beating, I guess. That doesn’t stop the fire in my veins from demanding I grab him by his fucking throat and choke him out until he stops breathing.
“I don’t work for Monty anymore.” I grit the words out between my teeth, the coppery tang of blood coating my tongue. “I quit working at the Rock. I’m not gonna be around that kind of shit anymore.”
“Oh, yeah?” Cam doesn’t sound convinced. Sounds like he thinks I’m fucking stupid. “And your pal Monty just waved a hand in the air and said, “Cool, see you around, man. Nice knowing you.’ Is that what happened? He wasn’t even slightly concerned that the guy who’s been cleaning up his messes for him the past god knows how long just…doesn’t feel like doing it anymore?”
I don’t say anything. I’m not accustomed to being spoken to like this. Not even by Monty. Cam hisses angrily under his breath. He turns the key in the ignition, and the van grumbles to life. He reverses back out of the tiny parking lot way too fast, not even bothering to pause and check for on-coming traffic before he veers out onto the road.
He drives down Main Street, muttering furiously to himself. It’s not until we’re pulling into Raleigh High’s parking lot and he’s cutting the engine again that he quits muttering and speaks to me properly. “I wanted to be the cool dad, y’know. I was doing all kinds of shit when I was Silver’s age, so I figured fuck it. Better that I know what she’s up to. Better that I know where she is and who she’s with. I’ve never once judged you, Alex. Most fathers in my position would have shot fucking first and asked questions later. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I thought…Cam, it’s gonna be fine. They’re just kids, figuring out their shit—”
“God…you’re making it sound like I knocked Silver up and fled the state, Cameron. I love her. You know I love her. You knew we were…having sex…” I say, awkwardly tripping over the last two words. “She’s not just some—”
“OF COURSE I KNEW YOU WERE HAVING SEX!” he roars.
Stunned, I immediately shut the fuck up.
He smashes his fist into the steering wheel, and the van’s horn lets out a surprised meep! that sounds patently fucking ridiculous. “I didn’t care about that,” he says, panting a little too fast. “I wasn’t fucking thrilled about it. Don’t get me wrong. No father’s stoked to know that their only daughter’s no longer a—never mind. The sex thing…whatever. But you did something far worse tonight, Alessandro Moretti.”
My head’s spinning. Throwing my hands in the air, I try to figure out what his deal is, but he’s making it fucking impossible. “Cameron, I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but—”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” he asks, shaking his head angrily. “Is it the glasses? Do they make it seem as though I can’t fucking see, Alex? ’Cause I hate to break it to you, but that’s what they’re there for. They make things pretty damn crystal clear, even from across an average-sized diner.” He pauses. Takes a slow, tense breath. And then he lands a blow that rocks me way harder than his right hook. “You asked my seventeen-year-old daughter to marry you, didn’t you, you little fuck?”
How? How can he know that? No way Silver would have told him. She made me promise to come with her to break the news. She hasn’t left my side since we fled the diner…
/> I stare at him, trying to figure out how any of this has come to pass.
Out of nowhere, Cameron’s anger disintegrates. He sags back into his seat, letting his arms fall to his sides. “A silence like that’s gonna betray you every time,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t matter, though. Not really. See, I know my daughter, and I know what it feels like to love someone the way she loves you. I can see it in her eyes. The way she looked at you after you whispered in her ear…” Again, he shakes his head; he can’t seem to stop repeating the motion. “I knew what you’d done the second I saw that look on her face.”
A sour, bitter knife twists in my chest. I should have seen this coming a mile away. “What? So, it’s one thing letting your daughter date the bad boy for a little while, when she’s young and wild, but another thing entirely letting her saddle herself with him for the rest of her life?”
I wait for his confirmation. It’s obvious, for fuck’s sake. He’s been tolerating me since I rolled up on my bike and now he’s done playing at the ‘cool dad,’ as he so eloquently put it. He’s going to put his foot down, and he’s going to try and take her away from me. And the very worst part is that there’s nothing I can do about it. I won’t come between Silver and her father. I won’t do it. It would be the most selfish thing I’ve done.
Cameron heaves out a heavy, dejected sigh. For a moment he says nothing, gazing blankly out of the windshield, but then he rubs his hands over his face and speaks. “Do you really think I see things so black and white? This has nothing to do with you, asshole. This is about her.”
Well, that’s a surprise. I chew on that for a beat, trying to level out my frustration. “You don’t think I’ll make her happy?”
He laughs, frustrated. “I’m sure you will. But this isn’t the life I envisioned for her, Alex. Married at seventeen? You say you’re too smart now but trust me. You’ll end up with kids before you know it, before either of you really know how the hell to be adults yourselves, and that’ll be it. She’ll end up getting a practical qualification at night school because it’ll help her get a steady, reliable job. And you’ll do your best, too. I know you will. But fuck…” He trails off, closing his eyes, and the flash of pain that crosses his features stuns the shit out of me. “It makes for a small life, Alex. Making do. Getting by. Doing just enough. I want so much more for her than that. She deserves the biggest life imaginable. She’s supposed to be an astronaut or a fucking explorer in the Amazon, not a goddamn admin worker.”