by Dukey, Ker
“I have to get going. Take care of your girl and call me when you need to.”
They shake hands, and then Ronan is by my side, pulling me into his arms. Lucca allows him to take over the comforting and I sigh. This was a shitty way for things to go, but we’re here all three of us together. That’s more than I could have hoped for.
“We should get out of here,” Ronan states, but Lucca doesn’t move.
“Your boyfriend offered to buy the bar.”
“What?” I gasp.
Ronan tightens his hold on me before saying, “It would be in your name. You’d be the owner, Sofina. You can do what you want, what you envisioned for the place, and we can bring in managers to run it for you while you’re pursuing your career.”
“Lucca? Is that what you want…to sell?”
Shrugging, he shakes his head. “I fucking hate the place, Sof. I only keep it for you, but I see now it’s been a burden for us both.”
“What will you do?”
Kicking at a stone on the ground, he barks out a laugh. It’s manic and weird. “I dunno, go back to school, maybe. Go back to Boston.”
“You’d go back to find her?”
“No, that’s way in the past, but I could finish school, and later, open my own shop.”
Emotion clogs my heart and throat, and I break down. I’ve been holding him back all these years. He was unhappy, and he was willing to live that way for me. We both deserve to be happy. “I’ll buy you out of the bar. I have my own signing money. Let me lift the burden and give something back to you.”
“Sof…”
“Please.”
Grabbing me, he hugs me to him and I know everything is going to work out for us both.
“I’m sorry,” Lucca mutters. “For being such an asshole.”
I grin at him. “I’m sorry you’re an asshole too.”
“Brat.”
Laughing, I playfully punch his stomach. “You raised me that way.”
Six months later…
“Cool place,” Blaine says, drumming his fingers on the bar top.
I run my fingers over the countertop. Beneath the epoxy layer are thousands of blue rocks with sparkly diamond-looking gems sprinkled in between. “Her idea.”
He smirks and sips his beer. “The lights?”
“All her.”
“What is it exactly that you did?” he asks. “You’re pretty proud for doing jack shit.”
I chuckle, my eyes glued to the stage that’s lit up with blue lights. “I was the moral support.”
“You’re so pussy-whipped.”
“Better than being dick slapped.”
He snorts before giving me a wicked look. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” His eyes track a guy wearing leather pants as he walks by. Dirty bastard.
“Hey, Roughers,” a sweet voice calls out. “Thanks for coming out tonight! We have an incredible lineup on the roster. Make sure you holler at Hollie for a drink and then settle in for some amazing songs.”
My girl owns the little stage in her sexy black dress and gorgeous brown curls. The V-cut of the fabric dips dangerously low, teasing me of what lies beneath. Tonight, I’ll fuck that cleavage as punishment for putting it on display for every man in this place. Then, I’ll paint it with my cum to remind her of who she belongs to. As though she senses my filthy thoughts, she seeks me out and smiles shyly at me.
Hollie slides another drink in front of me and winks. She’s been made bar manager and is pretty fucking good at it.
Lucca fucked off back to Boston to finish school, but I get the suspicion that’s not all he went back there to finish. He keeps in regular contact and that keeps my girl happy.
My eyes track back to her. I dip my head and flash her a wolfish grin.
She prattles on about the people on the roster while I take in the scene. The bar is crowded as fuck. It didn’t take long for Ren to do his social media Twitter shit and get Diamond in the Rough a cult following with his rave reviews. Not to mention, we’ve signed several people since Ritz Russo’s became Diamond in the Rough. That shit travels fast and now the talent list is months booked out.
“We love you, Sofina!” several girls squeal out at once. “Sing ‘Take Care of Me’!”
Our song.
The song she wrote about us.
“Pussy-whipped,” Blaine says with a laugh.
“Fuck off, man. You’re just jealous my dick is happy.”
Sofina laughs at the girls but gives them a nod. “One song.”
The crowd cheers and pride surges through me. With Bastian’s support, she recorded her first album, At First Sight, in only two months. She didn’t want to tour, but with Ren’s help, he was able to get her name trending on every social media site available. Sof’s already a household name and has her own little bar groupies who come to see her and get shit signed. It’s fucking cute to see her blush as she signs albums and posters. For someone who doesn’t tour, she has some of the highest album sales already at Harose Records. Ren’s trying to talk her into a small East Coast tour, but she’s reluctant. When it comes to her career, I let her make her own decisions.
But the moment she steps off that stage and into my arms, she follows my rules. My girl is compliant and eager to please. And I reward her like she’s never dreamed.
“This song is dedicated to my daddy,” she purrs, her face burning crimson.
“Oh, Jesus,” Blaine groans.
“Fuck off,” I grunt, my sole focus on her.
The bar comes along with her throaty music that makes my blood buzz in my veins. She’s fucking amazing. And I’m not blinded because I love her. It’s the goddamn truth. I hear all the words that are words she says to me when we’re alone.
Take care of me.
When the world is throwing rocks at me, shield me and protect me.
Hold me. Love me.
Please…just take care of me.
And I’ll take care of you, too.
She does take care of me. Where she needs encouragement and praise and motherfucking orgasms, I need her soft smiles, sweet words, and gentle touch. My girl gives it freely and I never take that gift for granted.
Like I told her once before, we’re not quite complete without the other.
But when we’re together, we’re fucking amazing.
As soon as she finishes, the crowd goes wild and then someone else starts singing.
“When’s the wedding?” Blaine teases.
I ignore him and stand as Sofina rushes over to me. She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me in that hot, passionate way that’ll get her fucked in the car before we ever make it home. Grabbing her ass, I pull her tight against me.
“You were great up there,” I praise. “Such a good, good girl.”
She pulls away to grin at me. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I take her left hand and pull it toward Blaine. “To answer your question, asshole, the wedding’s in October. Find a fuckin’ suit that isn’t blue.”
“No fucking way,” he utters in shock. “You possessive little shit.”
“Nah, man,” I say, turning my attention back to Sofina. “Not possessive. Just love.”
But it’s more than just love with her.
It’s just…everything.
The End
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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection!
I like to watch.
It’s a compulsion I can’t stop.
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My obsession borders on stalking, but the glass wall keeps me in check.
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My books all tend to be darker romance, the edge of your seat, angst-filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles… prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. Not all love stories are made from light—some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters, I love spending time with my family. I’m a mom and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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