Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
When he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed her hips, then ploughed balls-deep inside her tight cunt. She cried out, but there was no sign of pain.
He eased back until only the tip was inside her, then slammed back in. His name spilled from her lips, echoing around the room, and that was what he always wanted to hear. Pleasure.
Driving in deep, he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, feeling the engagement ring, and knowing he was never letting her go. Vicki was his, just as he belonged to her.
Staring into her brown eyes, he reached that peak and spilled every last droplet of cum inside her. For the first time in his life, he hoped she got pregnant.
He wanted it all with her, and he was not going to accept anything less.
****
What a difference a month made.
First, she was no longer living in her mother’s old house. Neither were Betsy, Dhalia, Smithy, or Pete. At Damion’s insistence, they had all moved in with him. His home was not large, but it was able to house all of them.
At first, Smithy and Pete attempted to play the daring bad brothers, trying to give Damion a bad time. Only, they failed, badly. It didn’t help that they were in fact afraid of Damion. Also, she loved him, and he had put a ring on her finger, and none of it was for show. In the past month, he had her trying on wedding dresses, they were organizing the wedding ceremony, the church, the works.
She had learned that her father had attempted to stop Damion from being with her, which resulted in a broken nose. She hadn’t been upset, and she was not about to start meddling in her man’s business. Neil had requested paternity tests on her siblings, and even though it was pointless, they had done it. The results had all come back negative.
She was Neil’s only daughter, and they were slowly building a relationship, and it truly was a slow build. She wasn’t used to having a father or anyone she could rely on, at least not until Damion.
Neil wanted to have regular lunches, and get to know one another. He tried to give her money or gifts, and she felt bad for turning them down, but a relationship couldn’t be bought. It had to be grown. Time. Learning. That is how a true friendship and hopefully a father-daughter relationship developed.
Damion kept his distance. His role as the leader of Old County required that he keep his position as unbiased as possible.
This was another reason she didn’t accept gifts, and would only ever accept time and affection from her father. She was not going to put Damion in a difficult position. In finding her father, she knew her siblings were curious about who their fathers were.
Damion had done what he could. There was a database of Old County, and old blood work, or something like that. He got someone to cross-reference her siblings’ blood work with those they had on file. So far, Smithy had discovered his father was an old high school teacher, long gone, having left Old County never seen or heard from again. She knew her brother was happy about that. Betsy’s came back empty, as did Pete and Dhalia.
She hadn’t seen Frank in nearly two months now. Not around town, not anywhere. From what she knew, this could be part of The Lords’ initiation process, which she didn’t like. There was a lot not to like about the situation with her brother. Again, it was something she couldn’t get involved with.
Now, as she finished drying her hands after washing the dishes, she turned to find Damion leaning against the doorway of the kitchen.
“Are you regretting this yet?” Vicki asked.
“Regretting what?”
“Me? My brothers? My sisters?”
Damion pursed his lips and shook his head. “They’re not bad kids at all. I think they had a good role model.”
This made her laugh. “You think I’m a good role model?”
“Yeah, not only do I think it, I know it.” He moved into the kitchen and it wasn’t long before she was in his arms.
This was how surreal her life had become. She still worked full-time at the diner. Damion had told her that once she got pregnant, she wouldn’t be working anymore. Vicki didn’t know if they were even attempting to get pregnant, or just taking their chances.
She couldn’t believe how quickly her life had changed. She had seen it in movies and read it in books, but never thought it would happen to her. Not that she would change it.
Her mother was no longer her problem. It probably made her sound like an awful person, but she didn’t care. Annette Reid was more of a problem than a mother. She was only going to keep bringing trouble to the door.