Chapter 5

5

Cort

Ipace back and forth at the foot of my bed, unable to take my eyes off sleeping Pippa for even a second. My fucking heart is butting up against my ribcage like a caged tiger, possessiveness roaring in my blood. Jesus, she’s so gorgeous, limp and naked, cuddled into my sheets, the sleek curve of her backside turning my dick to stone. I want to wake her up and fuck her again more than I want oxygen, but I’ve underestimated how much being in love would mess with my head.

It’s almost midnight.

The plan was to make her fall for me, the way I’ve lost my heart to her.

But I have no idea if I’ve even come close yet.

Yes, she gave me her body. Her virginity.

I’m just not sure why. Was it me she wanted?

They money I’m paying her to be my assistant?

Or a groundbreaking exclusive interview with Cort Mulloy?

I slide my fingers up into my hair and pull on the strands. I’m lying on the operating table and my chest has been pried open. Pippa holds my beating heart in her hands and she can either save me or pulverize me. Not knowing which way this is going to go is agony. I could wake her up, question her, explain to her very patiently that I love her and she needs to love me back. But what if she’s not sure yet? I’ve never felt even a fraction of this much need, affection and protectiveness for someone before.

Do I want to know if she isn’t feeling it back?

My little beauty rolls over onto her back, her eyes blinking back to wakefulness.

Jesus Christ, my heart squeezes like there’s a fist around it, stealing my breath.

What if she’d never walked into the locker room? I never would have known this adorably spunky, thoughtful, beautiful, passionate girl existed.

The possibility that I could have missed her is terrifying.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, my voice emerging like carving knives dragging together.

She sits up, her tits in full view, her skin rosy from sleep. “A little,” she whispers, yawning. “I didn’t eat dinner.”

I nod, grateful to have a task. A job to do for her. “Stay here. I’ll get something.”

Twenty minutes later, I walk back into the bedroom carrying a tray of ham sandwiches and potato chips, setting it down on the bed beside Pippa. I join her on the other side and we eat silently for a few minutes, the sounds of the night breeze drifting in through the window. I want thousands of nights, just like this. With our children sleeping down the hall.

She could already be pregnant.

I busted so deep, so hard, I can’t imagine a world where she isn’t.

And hell, I always thought I wanted professional success more than anything, but those hopes are nothing compared to this. To wanting this sleepy sports reporter as my wife, the mother of my children, the person I come home to at the end of every day, no matter what.

I open my mouth to tell her, point blank, she’s the one I want forever, but she starts speaking at the same time. “Pippa—”

“I guess I should keep asking my questions?” She shakes her head, turning a little pink. “I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”

“Nothing,” I say gruffly, taking a bite of my sandwich to disguise the disappointment. Is she here for me or the interview? Truth be told, I couldn’t even blame her if it’s the latter. I’d never fault her for wanting to get ahead in a world where she’s up against men with three times the experience. “Go ahead and ask your questions.”

She hesitates, setting down her sandwich. “I hope you don’t mind me getting personal…”

My response comes out a little harsher than I intend. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” She tucks some deep brown hair behind her ear, fidgets for a moment. “Yes, but…I-I’m not just asking for the story any more.”

The pace of my pulse kicks up. “That right?”

“I’m asking for me, too.” She ducks her head, crosses her arms over her breasts. “I want to know about you just for myself.”

I almost tackle her into the sheets. “Ask away, baby,” I rasp.

Her gorgeous eyes lift to mine. “Have…you tried finding your birth parents?”

I’m surprised it took her this long to ask, actually. Once she found out I was a foster kid, I knew this had to be circling around her intelligent brain. “Yeah. I did place the inquiry, but it has to go both ways and…I guess they didn’t want to be found.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her eyes soft. Gentle. “Do you wonder if it’s for the best?”

I nod. “Hard to judge someone’s intentions when there’s money involved. I’ve got a lot of the stuff. That uncertainty about people’s motives is why I mostly keep to myself.”

“You worry that people will take advantage of your money.”

“I don’t worry about it. I know they will. It’s human nature to want an easy handout. A comfortable life without having to put in the work for it.” I notice her flinch a little and curse under my breath. “I’m not talking about you and the article, Pippa.”

“It would be okay if you were.” Her swallow is audible. “I came here with a motive.”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing.” I push aside the tray and move closer to Pippa, pulling her into my lap, stroking the side of her face. “I’m a sucker when it comes to you, baby. Take advantage of me. Use my name to get ahead. Sell my story. I’ll allow it as long as you stick around.”

“Stick around?” Her gaze leaps to mine. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Even after…”

I raise an eyebrow. “After what?”

“After we…” A flush climbs her cheeks. “Did it,” she finishes in a whisper.

There’s no way to hide my incredulity. “Being inside you, baby? That only made me need you more. It made me need forever. I thought you knew, Pippa. I don’t just kidnap women from locker rooms, bring them home and feed them sandwiches in my bed.” I bring my mouth to her ear and say fiercely, “I definitely wouldn’t call anyone my little girl but you.”

Almost shyly, she bites her lip. “You like me like me.”

“Like you?” I push her down onto the bed and climb on top of her luscious body, my beast out of its cage. “Pippa, I’m in love with you.” I search her wide eyes. “I know you might not feel the same way yet. Just give me the chance to get you there. I’ll—”

Pippa claps a hand over my mouth. Breathes in and out. “From now on, Cort…”

When she trails off, I prompt her with an eager tilt of my head.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again to reveal they’re coated in a fine sheen. “No one can replace your foster father,” she whispers. “But there will be someone in the stands who cares from now on.”

My heart booms anxiously in my chest. “You?”

Her nod is slow, solemn. “Yes.”

This girl cares about me. She’s baring that truth, not even trying to hide it. And hell, we only met this afternoon. I have no right being disappointed that she is going to take a little longer to love me back. This amazing girl cares about me and that’s a lot more than I had when I woke up this morning. I’ll spoil her, fuck her right and make sure she’s protected. Secure. I’ll be patient as possible and hope over time she feels the same way. As long as she stays.

I start to lower my mouth to hers, but she shakes her head.

“Ah.” I drop my head forward. “You haven’t asked your three questions yet.”

“No. It’s not that,” she whispers. And then she pushes at my shoulders, adorably using all of her strength to roll me over onto my back. “No more questions tonight. I just want to…”

My brows draw together. “What?”

Biting her lip in concentration, she straddles my hips, dragging her fingertips up and back through my chest hair. “I want to…” Her voice falls to a whisper. “Please you.”

There is something almost obedient about the way she’s looking at me. I’ve never had a relationship like this. I’ve never had a relationship period. So I’m going on pure intuition and this sense of power she gives me. As if she needs to give it to me.

As if she wants to be instructed.

Pulse thickening with anticipation, I reach up into her hair and wind it around my fist. “You want to take care of your Daddy’s needs.”

A shudder passes through her and she nods eagerly. “Yes.”

I pull her down for a long, thorough kiss, inflating my chest so she can rub her hard little nipples against me—and she does. “Make your cunt wet and ready for me. Use your fingers.”

“I don’t know how,” she whispers, but she brings her fingers to her pussy experimentally, watching my reaction through her eyelashes. “But I know where to touch now that you taught me.”

Moisture beads on the tip of my cock at the word taught. “Push your middle finger inside your pussy, Pippa, and explain what I’ve taught you.”

A whimper escapes her mouth, that graceful digit disappearing into her sex. “You taught me…” Her tits start to heave, her nipples plumping on my chest, color deepening on her cheeks. “That I can fit more inside me than I thought.”

I groan raggedly. “You fit my big cock, don’t you?”

Her lips puff open. “Yes. And I thought it would hurt, but it…it doesn’t because I’m excited and…slippery.” She fits her mouth to mine, her breath shallow. “And I like making you feel good, Daddy. Even when you stretch me and hold me down. Or thrust h-hard.”

Oh, Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me. I never knew it was even possible to be turned on to the point of misery, but here I am, gritting my teeth to stop from ejaculating. “Are you excited and slippery enough to take me now, little girl?”

She nods, taking her finger out of her pussy with a wet sound—and she begins to rub her flesh on my aching dick. Plants her hands on my shoulders and writhes eagerly, hot, desperate sounds falling from her mouth. “Can I be on top and make us…make us…?”

“Come? Oh God, yes, baby. You can ride Daddy with that sweet little pussy so good.” I release my grip on her hair, trailing my hands down her back and gripping her ass cheeks. “Guide me home, Pippa. Work me inside.”

Breathing fast, Pippa takes hold of my cock and slides me up against that already-clenching hole, crying out when my thick head breaches her entrance, her hips wiggling around to take more and more of me, until I’m buried halfway.

“Come here and kiss me,” I rasp. “I’ll get the rest in.”

Without hesitation, she presses down on top of me, our mouths finding each other in a series of hungry licks, before I plunge my tongue in deep, my hands busy on her sweet backside, slapping it gently. She responds to my light spanking with a gasp, her pussy allowing me inside another couple of inches. And a slightly harder slap seats me completely.

Fuck. She’s a miracle.

“You like that, don’t you?” I rain down a rough blow from my palm and she jerks against me, her hips beginning to undulate. “You like being spanked like a little brat.”

Her moan goes through her whole body, her hips bucking wildly, dragging my cock in and out of her impossibly tight sheath. “M-more.”

I knead both cheeks firmly, giving the left one a tight smack. “Fuck yeah, little girl. That make you wet?”

“Yes,” she sobs, dropping her forehead to mine. “So wet. It feels so good.”

Our eyes meet and my heart pounds loudly in my chest, as if trying to break free. “Goddamn, baby,” I groan, lifting my hips to bounce her up and down, her flesh smacking up and down on mine, my balls turning to lead, ready to burst. “You ride like a fucking dream.”

“I think I’m going to come,” she breathes, her eyes losing focus. “But it’s different than before. It’s…it’s inside.”

“That’s because I’m pounding up against that G-spot, baby, it’s okay. Let it happen.”

Her expression is a mixture of nervous and awestruck. “C-can you kiss me?”

Affection floods my chest. “Of course I can,” I say gruffly, levering up to catch her mouth in a gasping kiss, our tongues sliding together on a mutual moan. “I’ve got you, Pippa. It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

Watching this girl orgasm on top of me is the ultimate moment of my life. Her petite frame starts to shake, her teeth sinking hard into her lower lip, doe eyes glazed. And the tight fucking squeeze of her wet cunt is the closest I’ve ever gotten to nirvana. I’m barely aware of my actions as I flip her over, pounding into her with savage drives as her hole milks me. I can’t get close enough or deep enough. All I want is more of her. I want be fucking buried in her. Want to consume her. And I do. I throw her legs up over my shoulders and rattle the frame of my bed, feeding her every hard inch of my cock with rough strokes, my spine and balls straining so painfully I roar into her neck and finally, finally, my climax crests.

“Fuck!” I bellow. “Mine. Fucking mine.”

It doesn’t stop. The pleasure never seems to find its peak, thanks to the way she opens her thighs eagerly for my come, her whines of Daddy filling my ears. I suction my mouth to the side of her neck, leaving marks, my hips slamming me home until the pressure in my stomach begins to abate and I flatten Pippa to the mattress, devouring her mouth, absorbing her sexy whimpers until we’re both replete, panting, boneless in the aftermath.

Moments later when I pull her into my arms, she comes so naturally, I can’t imagine us not doing this every day for the rest of our lives. But when she looks up at me in the dimness, there is a frown marring her forehead. As if there’s something on her mind she can’t vocalize.

And I spend the night wide-awake, wondering what it means.