Chapter 10

Roman

Was it wrong of me to make my woman cum in front of my daughter at a packed restaurant?

Perhaps.

However, I did warn her I would use the toy if she were to misbehave, and her assumption that I don't feel the same way about her as she feels about me pissed me off.

Because she has no idea how wrong she is. When she admitted she wanted something more with me beyond this week, my heart fucking soared.

But what she said after sent it crashing right down to the ground. Did she really not know that I wanted her? Did she think I didn't mean what I said the other night, that she was mine? I told her I wouldn't lie. That I don't say things just to please others or tell them what they want to hear. It's not who I am.

I guess I'll have to not only tell her but show her.

It may have only been a few days with Ava, but I love her. It's hard for me not to. Maybe it's too soon to know if it's love; maybe I'm just a fool who's consumed by their obsession for the woman that they've wanted for two years. Either way, Ava is mine, and it's about time she gets it through that pretty little head of hers.

She's everything I've ever wanted and more—kind, caring, understanding, hardworking, funny. She makes me feel things no one else has before.

Young and alive. And no, not because I'm sleeping with a twenty-two-year-old. It's because she sees me , sees the man I am and embraces it, enjoys it. Not as a kink or a way to get off, but truly likes me for everything I have to offer.

Not wanting to draw attention to how her words bothered me, I excused myself from the table. Then, I stood and watched her from afar.

Keeping true to my word, I used the toy. The sounds she made had me growing painfully hard in my pants. She did so well, though, brushing it off as a cramp. While she did draw the attention of a few other guests, the only one who really had their eyes on Ava was Tasha.

I pray my daughter won't hate me, won't resent me when I tell her I'm in love with her best friend.

Because I'll have to. Ava deserves more than thinking she's my dirty little secret, a mistress. No, my princess will not be hidden but proudly shown off to the world.

It's been about ten minutes since I returned to the table, and I can tell Ava is a little tense, her body stiff. I fear that I've made her uncomfortable. She won't look at me. Did I take things too far?

She wipes her mouth with the black napkin and places it down on her empty plate. Another thing that I find so damn sexy about her is that she's not afraid to be herself. Not that there's anything wrong with eating salads—they're healthy and taste good enough—but Ava ordered the steak and potatoes, not giving a shit about what she eats.

"I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be right back." She looks at Tasha when she says this, casting me a quick glance before standing up and leaving the table.

I resist the urge to watch her walk away in that dress. That fucking dress that hugs her so damn delectably.

When Ava is gone, Tasha turns her stormy eyes over to me. "Dad, what the hell was earlier about?" she hisses.

I raise my brows. "What do you mean?"

"The way you grilled Ava with all those questions. It was weird." She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry if I'm interested in her life." I shrug. "She's been your friend for years; she's a part of the family. I want to know how she's doing. It's been years since we talked."

She gives me an uncertain look before letting out a heavy sigh. "Okay, do not tell her I told you this, or I'll kill you." I can't help but chuckle as my daughter narrows her gaze on me.

"My lips are sealed." For extra dramatic flair, I do the zip the-lips motion.

She looks behind me to see if Ava is coming back. Amusement swims in my eyes as I watch her, waiting for her to go on with the very top secret information she's about to reveal to me. Letting out a heavy sigh, she brings her attention to me. "Ava has had a crush on you for a long time."

My brows shoot up, and I can't help the smug look that forms on my face. "Oh, has she?"

Tasha narrows her eyes at me and slaps my arm. "Don't you start. This is serious. She doesn't know that I know, but I'm not blind. I saw how she looked at you when we were teenagers. And anytime I've brought up your name, she blushes like crazy."

"And why are you revealing such secrets to me?"

"Because, Ava is seeing someone. I have no idea how serious it is—she hasn't talked to me much about it because of how new it is. But whoever this guy is, he's good for her. She's happier, smiles more, and it looks like a little bit of life has come back into her. She spent so many years working her ass off in school that it drained her."

My face falls and my heart clenches, being both pleased by her words but also worried about how hard Ava works herself. "Again, why are you telling me this?"

"Because the way you're coming off, it seems like you're interested in her... like really interested in her. And I don't want her getting the wrong impression, thinking she has a chance with you and giving up on this new guy. So, stop asking her about her life. It's weird and just plain mean to make her think she could actually be with you."

I love my daughter, but I have no idea how she got this impression from what I've said. But I nod my head. "Of course. I'll back off."

"Thank you."

"So, this guy she's seeing."

"Stop." Tasha narrows her eyes.

I hold up my hands. "I just want to make sure she's safe while also being happy."

"She is." Tasha nods. "I really do hope he sticks around."

So do I. So do fucking I.

My phone rings. "Just a second." I grab my phone and frown. "I've got to answer this. I'll be right back."

"Again? Dad! You're only here for a week, and this is the first time I've gotten to see you."

"We'll hang out again tomorrow. You don't have any classes, right?"

"No."

"And we can have breakfast before I catch my flight."

"Fine. Go." She waves me off.

I stand and lean down to kiss the top of her head. "Be right back."

By the time I head back towards the bathrooms, where it's quieter, the call ends, and I get a text from Connor saying it was a false alarm.

"Dumbass," I mutter.

I'm about to head back to the table when I see Ava step out of the bathroom. A wicked grin takes over my face. Before I can think better of it, I sneak up behind her and grab her. One arm around her waist to pull her back and the other over her mouth to smother her scream.

I quickly drag her around the corner out of sight, near the back door.

Pushing her up against the wall, I drop my hand and grin down at her. Her eyes are wide, and when she realizes it's me, she slaps me across the face.

"What the fuck, Roman!" she hisses.

"Ouch." I chuckle, reaching up to touch my stinging cheek.

"I'm sorry." Her face goes white. "I-I didn't mean to. You scared the shit out of me, that's all. I thought you were going to kill me or kidnap me or something."

"I did kidnap you. Over here where no one can see us."

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip as I push my body against her. My stiff cock presses into her lower belly. "Do you feel how hard that slap made me? Damn, Princess, maybe I'm the one who likes a little impact play." I chuckle, running the tip of my finger down her cheek.

She licks her lips, her breath coming in shallow pants. "We should get back to the table."

"We will, but first we need to talk."

"Okay, let's start with how you made me cum in front of your daughter, Roman. What the hell?!"

Okay, this feistiness is a big turn on.

"You were a very bad girl, Princess," I growl. "I told you I'd punish you if you were naughty."

"I didn't do anything." She narrows her eyes at me.

"You doubted my feelings for you."

Her face softens, eyes darting between mine. "I-I didn't mean to."

"I need to ask you, Ava. Do you want me? Not just in the moment, not just for this week, but beyond it. Do you want something more after I leave here Sunday?"

Her breathing picks up, her eyes searching mine as if she thinks this is some sort of trick. "I shouldn't," she sighs. "There are so many reasons why we shouldn't be together. You're older, you don't even live around here, and you have this whole other life in New York. But most of all, you're the father of my best friend."

"That doesn't answer my question, Ava," I urge her, brushing my thumb against her bottom lip. The one I want to suck into my mouth and bite down on. "Do you want something more to happen between us?"

"Yes," she whispers.

A low sound of pleasure rumbles in my chest. "Then I need you to hear me, Ava. You are mine. We can deal with whatever obstacles come our way together. But you are my woman. I can't let you go, not after having a taste of you. I don't know what this hold you have over me is, but I'm just as much yours as you are mine."

"Really?" her eyes light up, and my fucking heart melts. "This isn't some kind of joke. You really want something more? With me?"

"I can't imagine my life without you in it. Not after the time we spent together this week. I'd go mad without you. Tell me, tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she repeats without hesitation. My princess grabs the back of my head and pulls it down to hers. I moan as our lips crash together. The kiss is pure hunger, a messy frenzy as our mouths move together in a clash of teeth and tongue.

My hands roam her body, needing to touch her all over.

We're in a restaurant where anyone could find us back here, but that doesn't stop me from unbuttoning my pants and pulling my thick, aching cock out. Grabbing Ava's leg, I hike it around my waist. "The toy, where is it?" I ask her, pulling away from the kiss, both of us panting for breath.

"I took it out. It's in my purse."

"Good," I snarl, dipping down to capture her lips with mine again, kissing her like she's the air that I need to breathe. My whole fucking body is humming, desperate for her.

Getting a good grip on her body, I place the tip of my cock against her dripping entrance and thrust up inside her.

I swallow her shout at the sudden intrusion. "Be a good girl, Ava," I murmur against her lips, stilling inside her. "I need you to be quiet and cum quickly for me."

"Roman," she whines my name in warning, mixed with a plea.

"Shh." I give her a wicked grin before I start to fuck her against the wall.

Her arms hold on to me as I tuck my face into her neck, thrusting into her hard and fast. "So fucking tight," I groan. "So fucking wet and warm." She whimpers softly, being a very good girl at hiding her pleasure.

"But do you want to know the best thing?"

"W-what?" the word comes out shaky.

"It's fucking mine," I snarl, taking her lips again.

I fuck my woman like a savage animal against the wall, swallowing her cries as she moans needily. Every time I pull all the way out and slam back in, a part of me loses my mind. Her hands claw at my back, kissing me like she needs me just as much as I need her.

We pull apart, gasping for air. "Good girl," I growl as she looks up at me with wide eyes and puffy red lips. "You're doing so good—taking me so fucking good. And listening so well. I need you to cum, Princess. I need this cunt to grip me so damn good that it has me following you over the edge."

"Roman," she moans my name like it's a mother-fucking prayer. It doesn't take long before her pussy is clamping around my cock, gripping me for everything that it's got. She breaks apart in my arms, and I swallow her scream.

Tucking my face into her neck, I let out a low, pained groan as I thrust up into her one last time before I find my own release. My cock twitches inside her, filling her pussy up with rope after rope of my cum. Deep inside her, just where it should be.

Thoughts of her round and pregnant with my baby fill my mind, and I swear I cum a little harder.

I gave up on having more kids a long time ago. But the thought of having one with Ava? Yeah, I really fucking like that idea.

"Roman," Ava whispers. "We're going to get caught."

"Fine," I huff, kissing her neck. I pull out and help her steady herself.

She curses. "Shit. Your cum is running down my leg."

"Good," I chuckle. "Let me see." Pulling her dress up, I grin smugly as I see the sticky whiteness on her thigh.

"Roman!" she scolds anxiously.

"Go clean up," I chuckle. "I'll meet you out at the table."

"Okay." She smiles up at me before moving to leave.

Just as she's about to step into the bathroom, I dart forward. Grabbing her arm, I pull her back to me. Her head turns, and I grip her chin. "Tell me again," I growl.

She bites her lower lip and smiles. "I'm yours."

I'll never get tired of hearing that. "Damn fucking right, you are," I growl before kissing her lips again until she's breathless. "Now, be a good girl and go clean up the mess I've made of that perfect, tight pussy."