Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Fuck, she looked good on her knees in front of him. He ran his fingers through her hair, loosening the messy bun. Her hair tumbled around her.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured.
“I love you, Daddy.” Her eyes grew wet with tears and he thought she might cry. But closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Opening them, she stared up at him again. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t. I’ll always come home to you.”
Her lips trembled. “Damon said you’re too stubborn to die. And that you have nine lives.”
“More,” he told her. He owed Damon a lot. The other man had been here every day, trying to help Millie. Effie and Grady had been here a lot too. He knew they’d taken Reverend Pat and the others out several times so that Millie could have a break.
And all of his friends and their girls were checking in on them regularly. Although Duke had told him they were trying not to overwhelm him or Millie, knowing he needed quiet and rest.
They were all good people, and he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve them, but he was so thankful that they were in his and Millie’s life. That they were taking care of his girl when he couldn’t.
She hugged his thighs, her face so close to his dick that he could feel her breath against his cock.
Fuck.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to pick her up and carry her to bed. To make love to her like she deserved. Then he’d order her to nap while he took care of everything.
But he couldn’t do that.
Millie stood and reaching up, kissed him lightly. “Come to bed. I want to take care of you.”
“That’s all you’ve been doing lately. I need to take care of you.”
“You always do, Daddy. It’s my turn.”
He didn’t say anything as she took his hand and led him to the bed.
“I’m not going back to bed,” he told her firmly. “I’m getting dressed and going downstairs.”
“If you get into bed and eat some breakfast, I’ll lie with you.”
Hmm. She did look like she needed a nap. She helped him into a pair of boxers, then drew back the covers. With sigh, he climbed into bed and patted it. “In you come.”
She hesitated, and he gave her a firm look. “In, Millie. Or I’m getting up.”
She climbed in, then grabbed the tray, putting it on his lap. “Oh, shoot. It’s probably cold.”
It had foil over it. He was certain it would be fine. And he didn’t want her going anywhere.
“It’s fine,” he said gruffly, lifting the foil.
Huh, the eggs really did look like they hadn’t been burned. Millie reached for the fork.
Good.
She was going to eat. He had yet to see her eat these last few days. But instead of feeding herself, she offered the food to him.
Oh, hell no.
No way was she feeding him. He took the fork from her, ignoring her look of surprise, and held the eggs to her lips. “Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He pressed the food into her mouth, not buying that for a second. Or she might think she wasn’t hungry, however she still needed to eat.
Her stomach gurgled, and he raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re not looking after yourself properly, Millie.”
“I’m meant to be looking after you.”
He fed her another bite of food. “Not at the expense of your health.”
“I’m fine, Spike. You’re the one who was injured and in the hospital. You need more rest and care.”
What he needed was his girl in his arms each night. He needed to look after her.
“Please eat something,” she begged.
“I’ll eat and I’ll even stay in bed a few more hours if you do something for me.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “What?”
“Stay in bed with me and have a nap.”
“I said I’d lie with you. But I can’t stay in bed for long. I have to go clean up the breakfast mess. Sunny and Betsy are taking Mrs. Larsen and Mrs. Spain shopping and I have to make sure they’re ready. And Andrey, Mr. Spain, and Reverend Pat are going out with Damon to do something. Hopefully, he’s not taking them to Pinkies, I don’t think Reverend Pat would understand.”
“He’d be fine with it. You think he doesn’t know about who Damon is and what he does?”
“Oh. He does?”
“Yeah. But Damon won’t be going there at this time of the morning. And they can all get themselves ready. Now, do we have a deal?”
She gave him a pouting look, then she sighed. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, Daddy,” she said in a softer voice.
“That’s better.” He fed her and himself until he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. After putting the tray on the bedside table, he lay down and drew her in against his chest.
“Fuck, you feel good in my arms,” he told her.