Keeping Katie (Syndicate Kings Book 5)

His cock throbs against my core, and it’s teasing me as if it were my own fingers down there, knowing the exact right spot to touch.

“Holding back on you has been torture, princess.” He presses his mouth to me again, his tongue exploring, demanding, owning me. I want to give him everything. All of me. Maybe I’ve lost my mind, but I trust him not to hurt me.

I move my hips, needing to get closer. What I really want is him inside of me, stretching me around his thickness. And it’s freaking girthy. I never knew a dick could be so big.

“Are you on birth control, baby?”

The question catches me off guard. Leave it to him to remember the safety stuff. “Yes. I have an implant.”

He stares at me for a moment before he nods. “Might need to get that taken out soon,” he murmurs.

Wait. What? Is he saying he wants to get me pregnant? With his baby? Huh. I don’t hate the thought of my tummy getting big and round with a baby that looks like him. Wow. I’m losing my mind.

Sliding his hand between us, he slips his fingers into my shorts and panties and yanks them down just enough so he can tease my clit.

As soon as he touches me, I swear, sparks crackle, and I cry out, bucking against him. It won’t take much for me to shatter. I’ve never felt so needy. So ready. So wet.

“Daddy,” I whisper urgently.

We stare at each other while he draws lazy circles around my sensitive nub. Oh my God. This is what ecstasy is. Pure pleasure, almost to the point of glorious pain.

“You sound so beautiful when you cry my name like that.”

A shiver runs through me. My lips fall back into a lazy smile, my hips jerking with every stroke he gives.

“You make me feel beautiful.”

He stares at me intently. I’ve never felt so seen by someone.

“That’s because you are, princess. I hate that I’ve been on this earth all this time without knowing you. You’re a fucking gift, Katie. One I’ll cherish.”

I open my mouth, but he silences me with a kiss. He continues to play with me while I move my hands down his inked torso to his boxer briefs. Desperate, I push them down over his round ass, letting his cock spring free against my thigh. Unable to resist, I grasp it and moan when it twitches in my hand. It’s so long and thick and smooth. I’m not even looking at it, but I already know it’s beautiful.

“I want to fuck you bare, baby. I’m clean. I was just tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since.”

Bobbing my head, I whimper, my orgasm building, getting closer and closer to explosion. “I’m clean, too. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

His pupils dilate. “Good. And you’ll never be with another man again. Only me, baby girl. Only me.”

There’s something so concrete in his words. It’s a promise.

Our movements turn wild and erratic as he yanks my shorts and panties farther down my legs. I use my toes to push his underwear down his. When I glance between us and get a look at his dick, I swallow heavily.

“You’re really big,” I say breathlessly.

He chuckles and pulls my tank up and over my head, leaving me completely nude before him. “I’ll be gentle. At first.”

My tummy does a little nervous flip, but I nod. I trust him. Grady will take care of me.

“You’re so wet, baby girl. Is that for me? Were you wet for me each time I came into the coffee shop?”

Fudge. Was I that obvious?

He smirks. “That’s okay. You don’t have to answer, shy girl. I can tell by the flush on your cheeks and the way your pussy is twitching against my fingers.”

Poker is obviously not my game.

My train of thought dissolves into thin air as he lines the head of his cock up to my pussy and strokes it along my slit. I’m so ready for him. I’ve never been so wet. Not even when I’ve pleasured myself.

“Look at me, princess. I want to see those beautiful eyes when I slide into your tight cunt.”

I let my head fall back onto the mattress. We stare at each other. No words are spoken as he reaches down and fists his cock, lining it up to my center. As soon as he nudges forward, it pinches. Goosebumps rise all over my body, and I widen my thighs as much as I can.

“I don’t like hurting you,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Please don’t stop.” I rest my hands on his tattooed chest and try to lift my hips to urge him forward.

“You’re killing me, baby. Stop moving. I’m going to come before I even get inside you if you don’t stop fucking wiggling.”

A smile tugs at my lips, but I obey, and he rewards me with another small thrust forward. I cry out, my fingers curling into his skin.

Little by little, he inches into me, both of us panting. Sweat coats our skin by the time his hips meet the inside of my thighs. My heart pounds, and butterflies flutter in my tummy. I’m consumed by him physically and emotionally. I have to blink several times, not wanting the tears burning my eyes to fall. That would surely be a mood killer for him, even though they’re ones of happiness.

“You’re everything, sweetheart. Everything I’ve ever hoped for. Prayed for. Dreamed of,” he murmurs softly.

The moment is delicate. Meaningful. Intimate. I think both of us are experiencing life-changing emotions. I know I am.

He pulls out and thrusts back in slowly, the ridge of his cock gliding against that spot inside me that I’ve only read about and never felt. Not even when I’d tried to find it with toys.

“Ohhhh.”

For several seconds, we move in slow motion, savoring every stroke, but like a light switch flips, we turn desperate. I claw at his chest and dig my heels into his hard ass, wanting to pull him as close to me as possible. He fucks me harder and faster, leaning down every so often to bite at my breasts and suck on my pebbled nipples.

“Fuck,” he growls.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, the pressure on my clit growing with every passing second.

“You need to come, baby? You need your Daddy to make you come all over his dick?”

Without waiting for an answer, he reaches between us and finds my clit. As soon as he applies pressure and then thrusts, I scream. Waves of pleasure crash through me, spreading through my entire body as my pussy convulses.

I may not walk tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. This will all be worth it. He pulls his hand from between us and brings his first two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I should have eaten your pussy first because it tastes like heaven.”

He buries his hand in my hair at the base of my neck and closes his fist around it, giving me a bite of pain that quickly morphs into pleasure.

“You’re going to come again, baby. We’re going to come together.”

Panic rushes through me. I can’t come again. I can’t believe I was able to once. That’s never happened with a man before. Only by myself.

“I can’t.”

“You can, baby. And you will.”

Anxiety floods me, a heavy weight settling in the pit of my tummy. I don’t want to disappoint him. I can fake it, I guess. I’ve done it before. It sort of breaks my heart that I’ll have to do it with Grady because I feel so much for him, but I don’t want to make him feel bad or inadequate because I won’t come again.

He lowers his body so his chest is pressed against my breasts, and his elbows are resting above each of my shoulders, his hands buried in my hair. His mouth hovers near the shell of my ear.

I wrap my arms around him and gently scrape my fingernails down his back. At least I don’t have to look him in the face while I fake it.

“God sent you to me to be mine.” He thrusts slow but deep. “Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to fuck.” This time, he thrusts harder, almost painfully hard, yet I want more. “Mine. You’re mine.”

A shiver runs through me, and he tightens his fingers in my hair as he starts fucking me ruthlessly. Our skin slaps together, and the sound of my wetness fills the space around us. Suddenly, my entire body explodes. From to toe, I detonate, screaming as an orgasm tears through me, shaking me down to the core.

Grady’s movements become erratic, and then we’re both crying out as he climaxes with me, his cock throbbing inside my pulsing pussy.

Holy hell.

We collapse back on the mattress, unable to move. My eyes are so heavy, I can’t keep them open a second longer. I don’t need to. Daddy’s here. He’ll take care of me.

“Baby, sit up and take a drink.”

I make a noise of protest and shake my head. Opening my eyes is the last thing on my to-do list. Right now, my top priority is to take a two-day nap to recover from those orgasms.

“Katie-baby, sit up.” His voice is deeper this time. Sterner. Sexier. My clit does a little dance. Then he adds, “Do I need to count to three, Little girl?”

Both of my eyes pop open, and I glare at him. “You’re not being very nice. I was resting, which you always seem to be encouraging me to do.”

He chuckles and sits on the edge of the bed. “So, my girl gets sassy after she’s freshly fucked, huh?”

My cheeks heat so much they could probably pop popcorn.

“While I do want you to rest, you need some hydration. If sitting up to have some water is too difficult for you, I can bring it in a baby bottle next time, and you can drink it that way.”

Say what now?

“I can sit up,” I blurt out.

The corners of his mouth twitch as he holds one of my pink cups to my lips. “Then show Daddy what a good girl you can be and take some drinks.”

I watch him as I gulp down the freezing cold water. He’s right. I do need this. My throat is raw from all the screaming.

Finally, I pull away and sigh. “Thank you.”

This was definitely not how I planned the night to go. Grady here, naked, stopping me from getting anything done. I also can’t believe how relaxed I am about it all. I have so much to do. A cake to bake. Accounting to catch up on. But what I’m doing right now feels so right.

He studies me closely, his gaze penetrating and serious. “Let me take care of you, princess.”

A lump slides up my throat. All my life, I’ve taken care of others. I haven’t had much of a choice in the matter. I don’t regret the time I spent caring for my parents. But I used to wonder what it would be like to be the one on the receiving end.

And here is Grady. Offering me just that.

It sounds like heaven. Like everything I could hope for. But what happens when he moves on from me? Surely, he’s not the kind of man to settle down. And with a girl like me who thinks a night in with coffee and a book sounds like the best time ever? Yeah, no. He’d be bored as hell. It wouldn’t take long. Then what? I’d be back to where I am now.

Passing up a chance to spend time with a man like Grady would be tragic, though. I think I’d always regret it. If anything, this might be the exciting part of my life that I tell stories about when I’m old and gray. Besides, if he keeps giving orgasms like he did a little while ago, it will be well worth the heartbreak that follows.

“I’d like that,” I whisper, my fingers smoothing over Pancake’s fur.

He slowly reaches out and cups my chin, giving me a feather-light kiss on the lips. “I know you’re afraid, Katie. I am, too, but probably for other reasons. We both need to take a leap of faith and see what happens because I’m fairly certain this thing between us is going to be the most beautiful thing in the world.”

What reason would he have to be scared? He has everything. Money. Power. Lots of guns and possibly even some grenades. He’s right, though. I’m terrified.

Take a leap of faith.

My parents always used to say that. Hearing it from Grady is like hearing their voices again, reminding me. Maybe it’s a sign, or maybe I’m sex-high and hearing things, but I’m going to choose to take the chance.

I nod and lean forward so my head rests on his shoulder. “Okay.”

He twists, plucking me up from my spot on the bed and sitting me on his lap. At least I have a T-shirt on. He’s completely naked, and his cock is hard again, pressing into my ass.

“We need to go over some rules,” he says firmly.

Rules? What is it with these men and rules? It seems like they’re handing them out all the time. Declan added a rule to Cali’s list last night over dinner. It was the most interesting thing to watch as they discussed it, and she finally agreed. No one at the table even seemed to blink an eye.

“I don’t need rules.”

His chest rumbles, and his cock twitches, sending a rush of excitement through me. Unable to resist, I grind against him, then yelp when he swats my thigh.

“This is serious, Little one. You do need rules, and you will follow them, or you will find yourself in trouble. Almost all your rules will be for your safety and health, which I will take very seriously. A few will be for my own personal pleasure. You’re not dating a normal man, baby.”

I grin. “Are you actually a robot?”

He pauses and narrows his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Very funny, Little girl.”

Letting out a sigh, I give him my attention. The way his shoulders are tensed, I sense this is a serious topic for him. Though, I don’t know how I feel about having rules set for me. I don’t think I had any when I was a kid. Then again, I wasn’t able to do much kid stuff anyway.

“When it comes to your safety, I don’t take it lightly. I’ll need to know where you are at all times. You will not go to any bars, clubs, wineries, or anywhere that serves alcohol without me or a bodyguard.”

My mouth falls open, and I scrunch my face. “A bodyguard? Why would I need one of those?”

His expression is so serious that it’s almost scary. He’s not joking. But I don’t understand why I would need a bodyguard. I’m just me.

“Baby, my life is dangerous. There are always risks involved with dating a man in the mafia. We have many enemies, and sometimes things happen. Our first priority is always to protect you girls.”

Holy crap. “That’s why that guy came into the coffee shop with Chloe when she was alone.”

“Yes. The girls have round-the-clock protection details. Like I said, our girls—and that includes you now—are our top priority.”

“Yeah, but they’re all married to their guys and living there. You’re just dating me.”

His face drops into a scowl, and he shifts me roughly so I’m straddling him. He keeps his gaze on mine but moves his hands to my hips, gripping me tightly. “Baby, I’m not dating you.”

Wow. Okay. Why does that feel like a total stab to my heart?

“Dating is for people who don’t have a plan. Dating is for jerks who aren’t man enough to make a commitment. We’re not fucking dating, princess. You’re mine. Your body, soul, and heart. They’re all mine, and I’m all yours. I’m going to marry you one day. Which means you’re part of my family, and it’s my responsibility and pleasure to protect you. I can’t be with you all the time, so when I can’t, you will have a bodyguard with you.”

I blink slowly, trying to process all that. Marry? He wants to marry me? We’ve known each other for a week. I was worried it was too soon for sex, but he’s already talking about marriage.

“Baby,” he murmurs, and I let my eyes focus on him. “I’m a possessive man, and I’m over the top. I’m going to drive you up the wall, and you’re probably going to want to shoot me with my own gun some days, but I will give you the best life. We’re not getting married tomorrow, so let’s not focus on that right now. I want you to know my intentions, though. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He beams and nods. “My good girl. Next rule.”

All my tension drains away, and I let out a small giggle. Always focused on the rules.

“What happens if I break one?”

His fingers move gently up and down my thighs as he stares at me. “If you break a rule, you will be disciplined. Usually spanked by my hand, belt, or a paddle. Depending on my mood, I might decide to put a plug in your bottom and make you keep it in for a few hours.”

My eyes bulge as wetness gathers between my legs. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but his bulk is in the way. As if he knows, a satisfied smile spreads over his lips.

“Like that idea, lass? Of Daddy lubing up your naughty bottom hole and pushing a thick plug inside?”

My entire body heats. My nipples could cut glass from how hard they are. He notices them and strokes a hand over one of the sensitive buds.

“Has anyone ever touched you back there, Katie-baby?” His voice is practically a purr.

“No,” I pant.

“Good. That pleases me. I’ll be the first and last man to take your asshole. Mm, fuck.” The purr becomes a growl.

I shudder at the thought of his long, thick cock inside my ass.

“You like that,” he says.

“I…I, um, I’m not sure. I’ve read books about it, and I like reading them, but I’m scared it will hurt.”

His entire expression gentles, and he cups my face between his hands. “I would never do anything to intentionally harm you. When we get to that point together, Daddy will make sure you’re ready so it doesn’t hurt. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“When I discipline you, it will never be to harm you either. Sometimes, it will hurt, and you’ll cry, but it will be temporary, and you’ll have a safeword.”

Nodding, I study his face, and everything inside me melts. Is it possible to fall in love with someone after a week?