Savage Daddy, page 28
“Yeah, everyone was really nice.”
“I have a question for you. What would you say if we moved out of this place?”
Ethan frowned. “Where to?”
“Well, to the house next door to Sunny and Duke,” she said.
“Really?” Buster bounced around. “So I could see Hatter every day?”
Trust Buster to think about the dog first.
“Well, maybe not every day,” she said. “But yes, you could see them all more often.”
“How can we afford that?” Ethan asked. “That neighborhood is really nice.”
“Because it wouldn’t just be us moving in there.”
“We’d have to get a roommate?” Buster asked.
“Sort of. Sav would move in with us.”
“Sure!” Buster said. “He can sleep in our bedroom.”
“He’s not going to sleep in our bedroom. He’ll sleep with Livvy.”
“But she’s only got one bed,” Buster replied. “Where would he sleep?”
“In her bed.” Ethan rolled his eyes.
“Would you like to live with him?” she asked quickly.
“Yeah, I love Sav,” Buster said. “Will he be like our uncle?”
“I guess so.”
“Can Cinnabun come?” Buster asked.
“Of course.”
“Will we change schools?”
“Perhaps. Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah,” Buster said. “I hate that school.”
“I’m sorry you hated that school.”
“Not your fault, Livvy. But a new school would be cool.”
“That’s good. Ethan?” She knew he would be the harder one to crack.
“Fine with me. It’s not like he isn’t here all the time anyway. And he’s much better at cooking than you.” He grinned as she gave an exaggerated gasp. Happiness flooded her at the sight of that smile. Ethan was always so serious, it was good to see him joking and smiling.
“Rude!” she said, reaching over to tickle him then Buster. When she had them giggling, she drew back. “I just want you guys to know that you always come first to me. Okay?”
“We know, Livvy,” Buster told her. “Cause you loooovvvee us.” He made a barfing noise.
“It’s all right to have something for you, Livvy. Because you always take care of us. Now Sav can look after you,” Ethan said.
Tears filled her eyes. “How did you get to be so wise?”
He just shrugged.
“But you best do what he says.” Buster wriggled a finger in her face. “Or else.”
Dear Lord.
She walked into her bedroom after checking on Wyatt. Sav sat on her bed, just wearing a pair of jeans. His hair lay loose around his shoulders and he looked like some gorgeous sexy rock God. Or a biker God. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he was the sexiest man she’d ever met.
“Well, hello,” she murmured, shutting and locking the door. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
“How did it go with the boys?” He set his phone aside then lay back.
She swallowed heavily as she stared at him, taking him in.
“Livvy? Baby girl?”
“Huh? What? Did you say something?”
“Eyes up here, baby girl.”
“What?” She met his gaze with hers. “I wasn’t staring at your chest.”
“Oh, really?”
“Maybe just a little bit, but can you blame me? It’s just so lickable.”
He let out a huff of surprised laughter and she felt herself growing red.
Lickable? Really, Livvy?
“That’s the first time I’ve been called lickable,” he mused.
“The first time I saw you, I thought I’d like to lick you like a giant hairy, tattooed ice cream.”
“A hairy, tattooed ice cream? That’s . . . interesting. And worrisome.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to lick the hairy parts,” she teased.
“Good to know,” he said dryly.
“Not when there’s other parts of you that are much more fun to lick.”
“Oh yeah?” he replied huskily. “You like licking, do you?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, walking forward. “Right now, I really want to lick your . . . stomach.”
“My stomach?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just my stomach?” he asked as she grew closer. She drew off her dress, leaving her just in her bra and panties. Crawling up the bed, she straddled his lap. He grabbed hold of her hips, his gaze running over her.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” she told him in a mock-stern voice.
“Oh, I know exactly where your eyes are. But they aren’t what I’m interested in right now.”
She glanced down at herself, wishing that she had some prettier underwear. Something lacy that matched. Not that he seemed to care.
“Where else are you planning on licking?” he asked as he cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples through her bra.
“Oh, uh, your nipples.”
One hand moved down to her pussy and he ran his finger up and down her panty-clad lips.
Hell. Crumbs. Her breathing grew faster.
“And?” he asked.
“Your chest.”
Leaning in, he licked along the top of her breasts, from one side to the other.
“And?”
“Arms. Your arms,” she said breathlessly.
“My arms?”
“Uh-huh, you have the sexiest arms and hands. I could stare at them all day. You could do forearm porn.”
“What? Is that actually a thing?”
“I don’t know, but if it was, you would totally be the king of forearm porn.”
He just stared at her for a moment. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“You should because that’s what it is. Not that I’d let you do forearm porn.”
“You wouldn’t let me?” he murmured.
“No way. Because these forearms are all mine. No one else’s. You’re all mine. No one else gets to touch or lick.”
“I like when you’re all possessive,” he told her. His hand moved up to the back of her neck, drawing her down to his mouth. “But you’ll be licking something else very soon.”
“What? Your lips?” she asked.
“My cock.” Then he took her mouth with his, kissing her hard and hot. Then slow and sweet.
His eyes were intense, dark, and focused on her when he drew back. “You’re mine, Olivia Carlson. All mine.”
“And you’re mine, Aidan Savage.”
“Fuck, yes, I am. Now, tell me what the kids said or I’m gonna have to do something to help you focus.”
“But I’m very focused.” Her gaze had dropped to his chest once more.
“No, you’re not. Next time I need to have a serious conversation I’ll remember to leave my top on,” he said dryly.
She sighed. “Now, that’s just mean.”
“Livvy,” he warned.
“They’re fine with it. Buster thinks you walk on water anyway. And Ethan told me . . . well, he told me that I deserve to be happy and if you make me happy, then that’s what I should have. He kind of likes you too.”
“He’s a hard nut to crack.” He pushed her panties to one side so he could run his finger through her slick lips. “I promise, I’m not ever going to let any of you down.”
“I know you won’t.”
He pressed a finger deep inside her pussy and she threw her head back with a gasp. “Do you think they’re asleep?”
“They should be by now.”
“I’m going to go check. You’re going to take off your clothes and then kneel and wait for me on the bed. I want your legs spread nice and wide and your hands behind your back, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.
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Sav checked on all three boys, then walked around the duplex one last time making sure everything was locked up.
That his family was protected.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up.
There was a large part of him that still couldn’t understand how he’d gotten this lucky. That didn’t think he deserved them.
But knew that he wouldn’t let them go.
Moving up the stairs, he walked into the bedroom and found her waiting for him.
She was kneeling at the end of the bed, her legs spread wide, and he had to take a moment to calm himself down.
“Damn, baby. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled at him shyly, her eyes filling with pleasure at his words. When he’d first met her, she’d seemed so tired, like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, and she couldn’t shake it off.
Now, she seemed lighter, happier.
And that was the way he always wanted her to look. As though she could take on the world and come out on top. And if she fell, then he would be there to help her back up.
But he’d rather she didn’t fall in the first place.
Slowly, he removed his jeans and boxers as she watched him. Then he stepped closer so her face was level with his chest.
“You want to explore?” he murmured.
She nodded excitedly.
“I’ll give you a few minutes of play.”
She wasted no time, bracing her hands on his waist as she licked her way down his chest, over all of his tattoos and then up to his nipples. She sucked each nipple into her mouth, then flicked at it with the end of her tongue.
Fuck. Him.
By the time she got to his shoulders, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair, that was it. He was done. He wasn’t going to last if he let her keep going.
“Playtime is over, baby girl,” he told her, ignoring the way she pouted at him.
Yeah, she was gorgeous when she pouted, but he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. He moved onto the bed, lying on his back and then crooking a finger at her. “Come here, I want you to sit on my face. It’s my turn to play.”
Livvy shifted around so she was kneeling with her legs on either side of his face. But she didn’t lower herself down. She still felt unsure about this. What if she did something wrong?
“Who is in charge?” he asked, staring up at her.
“You are, Daddy.”
“So do you need to worry? Or do you just need to follow my orders?”
Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. “I just have to obey Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, put your hands against the wall to brace yourself and then come down here.” He put his hands around her hips then drew her down to his mouth.
Whoa.
Her breathing sped up as he slid his tongue from the entrance of her passage to her clit. Then he started flicking firmly. Long, hard licks that had her shaking. He didn’t miss an inch. He explored all of her before he slid his tongue slowly inside.
“Oh! Ohhh!” she cried.
He slapped her ass, then drew her away from his mouth.
“Daddy, noooo.”
“You need to keep quiet or I’ll stop,” he warned.
She let out a whimper but nodded.
Smack!
“Words, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl. Because I’m not ready to stop yet. Remember, no coming without permission.”
Shoot.
That just wasn’t fair.
He moved her back over his face. This time his hands cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples until she knew she was going to come. She was so close. So very near.
“Oh. Ohhh. Ohhh.”
He drew her up again. “Do you need to come, baby?”
“Please. Please. Yes.”
“Scoot down,” he ordered. “Take my dick inside you.”
“Oh God. Finally,” she said. It felt like she’d waited forever.
“You need me, baby? You need my cock?”
“Yes. Yes.” She slid down his body, not wanting to take too long and risk having him change his mind.
Grasping hold of his cock, she ran her hand lightly down it. Then he grabbed her hips, keeping her steady as she slowly lowered herself onto his dick.
So wide.
It felt amazing. She was stretched almost to the point of burning. But she wanted that burn. To know that he was inside her. Taking her.
“Easy, baby girl. Not too fast. Don’t want to hurt you.”
He couldn’t hurt her.
Placing her hands on his chest, she gave a final shove, taking him all the way inside her.
“What happened to slowly?” he growled, slapping her ass.
“I needed you. Feels so good.” She rose up, pushed down. Again. And again. To her shock, he let her move at her own pace.
She should have known that wouldn’t last.
As she sped up, he grabbed her hips, keeping the pace unbelievably slow.
Their ragged breathing filled the room. Her clit was throbbing, and the need to come was almost overwhelming.
“Faster,” she demanded.
Smack! Smack!
The pain mixed with the pleasure flooding her.
“You’re not in charge here,” he told her sternly. “You go at my pace or you don’t get cock at all.”
She whimpered. That was just mean. Threatening to take his cock away when she finally had him where she wanted.
“You gonna behave?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, baby. I love how much you’re enjoying yourself. But I want this to last more than five minutes.”
She heard the strain in his voice, and remembered how long it had been for him. Warmth filled her and she leaned down.
“Can I kiss you, Daddy?”
“You damn well better.”
She started the kiss off slow and sweet. He put up with it for a while. Then suddenly, he flipped them over. Somehow, he managed to stay lodged inside her as he loomed over her.
He deepened the kiss. Took complete charge and she melted beneath him. He fucked her with long, slow strokes that she swore made her see stars. She tried to meet each thrust with her own. But there was no disguising who was running the show. A whimper escaped her as he slid out of her.
“No. Please don’t leave.”
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere. Get on your hands and knees.”
She turned, getting into position. He pushed his way back inside her with one firm thrust.
Livvy had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle the cries that wanted to escape.
So. Darn. Good.
He pressed on her back, between her shoulder blades. “Chest down, baby. Arms out in front of you. Fuck, yes.”
Grasping hold of her hips, he drove himself in and out of her. This angle set new nerve endings on fire. Her breathing grew fast and choppy. More. She needed more.
He was hitting that spot inside her just right and she felt herself growing closer to the edge.
“I . . . I . . . please . . .”
“I know, baby girl. Come when you can. Come for Daddy.”
He moved faster. Harder. For a moment, she worried that her poor bed couldn’t take it. That the boys might hear the creaking.
But she pushed those thoughts aside and just fell into the moment. She didn’t want to ruin it with worrying. She came with a muffled shout, pulsing around his wide dick until he gave his own stifled cry, driving deep.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” Pulling himself out of her slowly, he rolled to her side then gathered her against his chest. She managed to get enough energy to place a kiss over one nipple.
“I love you,” she whispered. It had been there, a whisper under her skin, speaking to her louder and louder as each day passed. But today had just cemented it. And while it was a risk to tell him, not knowing if he felt the same, she wanted him to know.
To know that he was her everything.
“I know, baby,” he told her. Then he rolled, scooting down so he faced her. “Because I love you too.”
* * *
Livvy packed some of her belongings in the living room into a box. Four more days until they moved out.
They had the opening of Razor’s new garage this Saturday, and then afterward, everyone was coming to help her and Sav move. Including Ricky. He’d been thrilled for her. He’d told her he’d always known that Mr. S&M was for her.
She really had to get him to stop using that nickname before Sav heard it.
There wasn’t much to move, especially since Sunny’s place came furnished. She stood, leaving the box where it was for Sav to pick up. He’d told her in no uncertain terms that if he caught her carrying anything, she was getting her bottom heated.
Turning, she picked up another box just as something smashed through the window. With a scream, she dropped, covering her head.
Yells came from upstairs. The kids. Wyatt wailed. Sav’s voice called out something but she couldn’t understand. She was shaking in fear, not sure what was going on.
Get to the boys.
Getting onto her hands and knees, she crawled her way toward the stairs.
Have to get to the boys.
Protect them.
Pain slashed at her hands and knees, but she ignored it.
Keep going. Don’t stop.
Get to Sav.
Let him protect her.
“Livvy! Fuck, Livvy!” Suddenly someone was looming over her. She let out a cry of fright until his scent reached her. Calming her.
“Baby, fuck. You crawled right over the broken glass. What the hell happened? Did something get thrown through the window? Shit. Fuck.” He picked her up, cradling her in his arms, then started up the stairs.
“Ethan, can you grab Wyatt, please?” Sav said. “All of you come into Livvy’s bedroom, okay?”
“Let me down.” She wriggled in his arms as he reached the top of the stairs. “Got to keep the boys safe.”
“They are safe, baby girl. I promise. I’m going to keep you all safe. Just need you to breathe and listen to me. Can you do that?” he asked in a low murmur. “Can you breathe and listen to what I say?”
Could she do that?
Of course she could.
Just breathe and listen.
“That’s it. Nice and calm so we don’t scare the boys, okay? I’m going to sort all of this. You just have to listen to Daddy.”
Listen to Daddy. Right. Got it.
