Chapter 14

14

HALO

I haven't been able to stop staring at Cookie. He's just so sweet. Before Riot had to dash off to the clubhouse, we settled him in and he flopped down on the large fluffy dog bed and fell asleep. He's been there ever since. The effects of the anesthetic are still wearing off, and he's not been interested in food, but he has had some water. I've surrounded him with his new toys, and right now, he's using the giant octopus as a pillow. I feel kinda smug and snap a shot to send to Riot.

Me:

Look how sweet he is

A few moments later, the gray bubble appears and he's typing back.

Riot:

I see you were right about that giant creepy squid

Me:

He's not creepy, and it's an octopus

Riot:

How's he been?

Me:

Perfect. He's been sunning himself in his bed

Riot:

Have you even left his side?

I try not to laugh. This man knows me already.

Me:

Well, I did go to move away, but then he turned over and whimpered, so I came running back

Riot:

I'm pretty sure you're good to let him sleep

Me:

I do have some washing to do…

Riot:

I'm heading back now

Me:

I'll call down to the desk to let them know you're okay to come up

Riot:

Gonna have to get me a key

My heart flutters at the idea. I thought our confessions this morning were mainly because we were in the heat of the moment, but in the few hours that he's been gone I realize that I've really missed him. I can't wait for him to get here.

I also know I need to tidy myself up. I wanted to straighten my hair and put some makeup on. I'm not one of those girls who likes to just go au natural. Since Cookie is snoring lightly and it doesn't look like he's going anywhere anytime soon, I rise from the floor and head to my bedroom.

I pull my PJ bottoms off and slide into some sweats. They're comfy and the material is a light fabric, making them perfect for loungewear.

I turn on my straightener and set to work, brushing out all my tangles and then apply some concealer, foundation, blush — well, the whole works really. But since it's a Sunday, I don't want it to seem like I'm overdone, so I keep it as light as possible.

When I hear the knock at the door and then Cookie barks, I know it's Riot. I skip down the hallway, stopping my tracks when I see Cookie is gone from his bed. Okay, I know panicking won't get me anywhere. He can't go anywhere, but when I race down the hallway, I slide in my socks when I see him scratching at the front door.

Adorable.

I lean down to pat his head. "Good boy, Cookie. Daddy's come home, yes he has, yes he has…" I flip the lock and open the door, but it's not Riot. It's my freaking never-gonna-be-married-to-you-in-this-century suitor my parents were thrusting at me. We dated like twice, but he was an arrogant prick who didn't even like Cheetos. I mean, who doesn't like Cheetos?

My eyes go wide. "Oh my God, Ian?"

He looks down at me and I can see in the six months since I saw him last that nothing has changed. He's wearing a suit, his hair gelled back and his flashy watch glistening under the downlights above. He also has an arrogant chin that I just want to hit. I'm not usually a violent person, so I reserved my better judgment when we dated, and when he insisted on ordering my dinner for me, that's where I drew the line.

"Hello, Lourdes."

Jesus, now he's using my real name. Fabulous.

My lips part. How did he— Wait, my parents?

Cookie growls. I glance down, my eyes going slightly round as Ian drops his gaze at the same time. "You got a dog?"

Duh. "W—What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood." He glances around. "Nice digs."

I narrow my eyes. "How did you even get up here?"

He swings a key fob around his finger. "Oh, I bought a place in the building."

I gape. "You w—what?"

"I'm in New Orleans a lot for work, and I needed a more permanent place to stay. Your parents were the ones who told me about this building, actually. What a stroke of luck."

Luck has nothing to do with it. I clear my throat. "Uh, okay…" I've no idea what to say.

I keep my hand on the door, ready to slam it in his face if I have to. I mean, I made it clear I didn't like him in that way, and he had the nerve to tell me he'd prefer it if I lost a few pounds before he'd even consider getting physical. Like getting physical was even an option. I wince at the memory, and then my parents' suggestion that it would be a perfect match. Living in St. Charles Parish my whole life, I know how high society works, and the families that seem to have their own set of rules. Like mine. To suggest that I wed this guy? Were they freaking serious?

"So—"

"You're here because of my parents, aren't you?"

He laughs. "Lourdes, sweetheart, don't be so dramatic. I could've bought an apartment anywhere in this city, it just happens that we have the same good taste. I just wanted to swing by and see if you'd like to go out for dinner sometime."

I'm not buying it. "My name's Halo, like I've told you a million times. Let me guess, did my mom and dad offer you shares in the company if you could drag me back home?"

"You're being ridiculous, and might I point out, it was you who called off our third date."

"That's because you got handsy and I told you to back off." Before reminding me that I needed to lose weight. Asshole. "I also seem to recall my parents trying to push us into matrimonial Hell."

"Hell?" He frowns.

I roll my eyes. "Ian, what do you want?"

He completely ignores me. "Halo, you never even gave us a chance."

"Was that before or after you told me I was fat?"

His mouth opens, then closes again. This man is confident, I'll give him that, but it thrills me just a little bit that I unnerve him enough to lose his words. He recovers quickly. "I never said you were fat."

I put my hands on my hips. My loyal dog who I've known for less than twenty-four hours — even though injured — sticks right by my side.

"Right." I hold up my hands, using quotations with my fingers. "So, losing a few pounds before we get physical, is supposed to be a come on?"

"Hey, I like women with meat on their bones, I never said you were fat." He even spares me a glance down my body.

I want to shudder, but refrain for the sake of Cookie, who's currently mewling his disapproval.

"Uh huh, well it's been great catching up and all, but you can scurry off back to St. Charles' Parish and let my parents know that I'm not coming home to marry a suit."

He frowns. "So much hostility. I just came by to say hi and check on your welfare. You haven't been in contact with your parents for a while."

Of course he would know that; he's thick as thieves with my father.

"Yeah, since they wanted to propose a marriage of convenience without caring about what I wanted kinda gives me reason to not want to talk to them for a little while."

"It could've worked out for the two of us. It still could. Let me take you out for dinner."

"I'm actually seeing someone," I blurt out.

His frown deepens. "Who?"

"That's not your concern."

He points to the ceiling. "Well, when you get bored of him, I'll be on the top floor. I'll be in town for a few weeks. Think about my dinner invitation."

Of course he has the penthouse. Asshole .

"No thanks. Like I said, I'm seeing someone. Thanks for stopping by." I don't have the heart to slam the door in his face, but when I go to close it, suddenly, his foot is wedged in between the door.

Cookie lets out a bark and he growls again. Ian swallows hard.

"Does that thing need a muzzle?"

I point at him. "Get your foot out of my door or I'm calling security."

"I just think we got off on the wrong foot."

"How much did dear old Dad offer you?" I shake my head. "It must've been good to be this persistent."

"Listen, I said I'd check on you, and since I thought we were still friends, I didn't think it'd be an issue."

"Get your foot out of my door, Ian!"

"What the fuck is goin' on?" Relief, followed by terror, floods through me.

Riot. Oh, no. In all the commotion I'd forgotten he was on his way.

Ian turns at the same time I look up. Riot is walking menacingly toward us, steam practically coming out of his ears as he stares at Ian.

Ian steps back, straightening his tie. "Who are you?"

"The boyfriend," Riot snarls. "Why did you have your foot stuck in my girl's door, asshole?"

I can see this going one of two ways; Riot punching Ian in the face, or Riot throwing Ian out of the nearest window.

I tug onto Riot's cut, surprised at the weight I put behind my grasp as I pull. "Okay, be seeing you, Ian!" I yank Riot toward me but he is much stronger than me.

"I'm waitin' for an answer." Riot points in his face.

For a smart guy, Ian is acting pretty nuts. He eyes Riot from head to toe, then turns to look at me. "This is who you're seeing? A damn biker?"

I straighten my back. "Mind your own damn business!" Cookie growls and tries to jump up. "No! No, baby, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself."

Riot shoves Ian backward and Ian puts up his fists. I don't know whether to laugh or cry; he looks ridiculous. And I know that Riot can fight from some of the stories that I've heard from Star around the clubhouse.

Riot side-eyes me. "Is this guy serious?"

I nod. "I'm afraid so."

"Get the fuck out of here!" Riot booms, pouncing as Ian yelps and jumps backward, narrowly missing Riot's swinging fist. He scurries down the hall and I yank on Riot's arm to stop him from chasing. Ian is the type of asshole to sue if he gets a scratch on his precious suit.

I manage to pull Riot back inside before he really does go after Ian. I bolt the door behind us, adrenaline coursing through me.

I bend down to pat Cookie who's whining from the commotion. He definitely doesn't like surprises, loud noises or Ian. I think I'm falling in love with this dog.

Riot's staring at me. "Is that the guy?"

"What guy?" Realizing he means my ex, I shake my head. "No. It's the guy my parents were trying to set me up with."

"How did he even get up here?"

"He just told me he's bought an apartment on the top floor."

He comes closer, his face ashen as he speaks quite deliberately. "If I find out he touched you in any way?—"

"He didn't, I swear," I say, wondering how much I should tell him. I know that Riot's jealous by the way he acted at the clubhouse last night, and the way he's protective over me. "We had a couple of dates and I didn't like him. I called it off before our third date."

He thumbs behind him. "Is he the dude your parents wanted you to marry?"

I nod, unable to speak.

"He's part of the reason you left home?"

"Yes, well, my parents?—"

"Did. He. Touch. You?" His words are slow and deliberate.

I shake my head. "No. I told you he didn't."

He grips my chin. "If I find out he even had one fuckin' vile thought about you, I'll rip the cords from his voice box."

I bite my lip. "I know you would do exactly that."

"He better hope and pray that I don't meet him in the elevator anytime soon."

"I think he got the message."

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. It's a stark contrast to his rigid body and scowling face. "If he didn't, I'll be glad to remind him."

I feel Cookie at our feet. "If you don't mind, we need to tend to this dog now."

Riot glances down just as Cookie paws him and he bends down, his face softening. "Hello, buddy. Sorry about that. Daddy has to deal with some bad people sometimes."

I snort. "Daddy, that's what I…" I clamp my mouth shut. "Uh…"

Riot looks up at me. "That's what you, what?"

Uh, oh. New kink unlocked; Riot as Daddy. Even if it is a fur daddy.

"I was telling Cookie that Daddy was home just before I answered the door. That's how I was caught off guard with Ian standing there. I didn't check the peephole."

He scruffs Cookie who's rubbing his head into Riot's shoulder, demanding more. "From now on, you check every time." He picks up Cookie and takes him back over to his bed. He lies down, sighing like he was waiting for Riot to do exactly that.

"I will." I stare at him as he turns. " Daddy ."

"Fuck," he mutters. I can see his erection tenting in his jeans as he stands, and it makes me feel ten feet tall.

"Are you okay?" I start to back away toward the couch, but he follows. His eyes dark and full of lust.

"I'm fine, Kitten. But Daddy wants to play with his woman."

I can't help but giggle. "You've been gone for two hours, and we had a marathon sex session?—"

He presses one finger to my lips to quieten me. "I wanna fuck you over this couch. Remind you who you belong to."

"I don't need reminding." I lift my sweatshirt to expose my bare breasts. "I think you already know."

His eyes dip and he wets his lips. "Babe." He adjusts his cock through his jeans, then his hands slide to his belt.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" I tease. I palm his bulge as he steps into my space.

"Sit on the arm rest and spread your legs." It's a command, and it sends a thrill right through me. "Keep your shirt on but tuck it under your armpits." I know he likes me wearing his gear, and it makes me smile.

I drop my pants willingly, spreading my legs as I do as he says. I watch in fascination as he gets down on his hands and knees, unzipping his jeans as he pushes my knees far apart. He swipes through my wet heat, groaning. "So wet for me, babe?"

I gaze down at him, dying to have his mouth on me just like he did last night. Seeing Riot on his knees definitely isn't something I'll ever grow tired of. "I'm always wet for you, Daddy. Morning. Noon. Night."

He groans when he slides his tongue through my folds and I shudder at the sensation. "Such a pretty pussy," he mutters as he does it again, slowly. I continue to watch him watching me, feeling completely at ease even though only last night I tried to cover my breasts from him.

I wish I could play with them now, just to tease him, but I'll lose my balance and fall backward. As if sensing my frustration, he smirks. "My baby needs her big titties sucked?"

I mewl at his dirty words, pushing my chest out to entice him further. "Yes," I whisper.

He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. "I wanna see you come first, see those pretty nipples darken when I ride you through it."

"Oh God."

He inserts a finger inside my slick hole and rapidly flicks my clit with his tongue. I'm hot and horny and practically falling apart at the seams when he inserts another finger, moving in and out of me slowly. I throw my head back, and when he curls his fingers to stroke my g-spot, I cry out his name as I come on his face.

He growls, the vibration going straight to my core as he stares at my breasts. Satisfied, he moves up my body, cupping my tits as he moves his mouth to one hardened, needy nipple. He suckles, watching me as I grip his head. I reach for his cock with my other hand, stroking him, squeezing him, and when that's not enough, I yank his jeans and briefs down and grip him in my hand. He's so damn hard.

"Wanna fuck this pussy," he groans. "You gonna give me what I want, Kitten?"

He moves his mouth to my other waiting nipple as I cup it and feed it to him, watching him latch on as he sucks hard. It turns me on so freaking bad that I could come just like this.

"Yes," I groan, his precum coating my fingers as I grip him harder.

He hisses. "You're mine, Halo."

"Yours."

"I'm the only one in this pretty pussy. Me. Myles."

"Yes, Myles."

He pushes me onto the sofa and I yelp. I've got thirty cushions to break my fall so it doesn't hurt, but I don't even get to move before he's kicking his boots off, then tugging his jeans and briefs the rest of the way off. He comes over the top of me and I spread my legs for him. His mouth covers mine and before I can even blink, he sinks his dick deep inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut, the invasion like it usually is: tight.

He stills. "Love this pussy, bein' inside you." He pulls out, looking down at where we're joined. "Love fuckin' my baby knowin' some other jerk can't have her."

I smile. "Does that turn you on, Myles?"

"Fuck yeah, he wants what I have. What's mine ."

I cup his face. "I am yours, baby. I love this too, all of it."

He slides out, then rams back in, stilling again. "Gonna pound this pussy. Don't think I'm gonna go easy because you're so pretty."

I throb at his words. "I don't want you to go easy on me, Daddy."

"Fuuuuck."

I don't want to think about Ian and his disdain. His shocked face when he saw that Riot was a biker. Knowing he will be reporting back to my parents this very minute. I don't care one little bit about that, because I'm in love with this man. I love every single thing about him, even the things I don't know. And maybe a little part of me wanted to see Ian get smacked. He's here to spy on me and try to win me over. If anything, I fear for his safety if he tries a stunt like that again.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to move in and out, in and out. I close my eyes and groan long and hard. It's only been a few hours since we did it against the kitchen bench, and now we're at it again like a couple of lovestruck teenagers. And maybe that's what we are. We're making up for all the months we abstained.

My pussy grips him so tight, like a vice, and he groans, his neck bulging as he tries to hold on. My tits bounce, and he glances down to watch them. I arch my back, wanting him to fuck me harder.

I grip his ass. "Harder, honey. Pound me, please ."

He groans, cupping one tit as he sucks on my nipple, his hips moving back and forth rapidly. Heaven and back. That's what this is.

" Mine ," he growls. "I'll fuckin' kill anyone who tries to take you from me."

I clutch his skull, holding him to my breast. "You don't have to. I'm yours, Myles. Just there, honey. Oh! Please. Don't. Stop." The tension builds, and just as rapidly it explodes and I see stars, coming so hard that I'm a babbling mess.

Riot doesn't let up. He continues to pound me in and out. Harder. Faster. I grip his ass as he lets go of my breast and his mouth finds mine, his tongue invading me and it's pure lust. It overtakes me. Consumes me. I can't get enough.

The way his fat cock fills me, how he possesses me… It's like nothing else.

" Myles !" I explode again and he follows closely behind, roaring my name as he stills and shoots his load.

We're both panting rapidly as he presses his forehead to mine. "Good talk."

I giggle. "You're a bad man."

He smiles against my skin. "Oh, this is me on a good day."