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“Yeah, babe. Known him a helluva long time longer than you. And I can tell you with great confidence that your assessment of the situation is entirely one hundred percent correct.”
As I’d hoped, Calista burst into giggles. I nuzzled my way to her neck, threatening to take a bite out of her. She squealed in delight but didn’t fight me at all. It was like she soaked up the positive attention and touches in any form. Borris Illivitch had a lot to answer for. You know. Before I let him die.
I gradually changed my touches from tickling and playful to more coaxing and caressing. She sighed and found my mouth with hers in a sweet kiss.
I rocked into her, one slow, lazy thrust after another. “You’re beautiful, baby girl. So Goddamned beautiful.”
Her pussy clamped around my cock as I continued to stroke in and out of her. She met every one with a rise of her hips.
I’d told her I wanted to make love to her, but I honestly wasn’t sure I understood exactly what that meant. I knew I wanted her to feel cherished and wanted. Loved. Those weren’t things I knew how to express or even what they felt like. Until this moment.
“I’m yours, Ringo. All yours. Just remember you’re all mine too.”
“I swear to you, Calista. For as long as I live, I’ll be yours. We’ll work together to make this work between us. Yes?”
The smile she gave me was nothing short of glorious. “Yes.”
The next time she came -- and took me with her -- I settled her in front of me, my arm around her waist, and held her tight. This was where Calista belonged. If I had my way, this was where she’d always stay.
Chapter Ten
Calista
The next week represented the happiest I’d been since before my mother died. Ringo and I barely left the little house the first two days. It wasn’t until Dom came pounding on the front door with a scowl and threats of unmanning Ringo if he didn’t bring me out to be with him and the rest of the Grim Road.
Not only had I gotten to know Ringo better, but I’d started forming a bond with Dom. He told me stories about my mother. When he did, he’d get this distant, soft look on his face. Her memory was obviously something he cherished. It made me feel better about running to him. He loved my mother. It was easy to tell. He was trying to love me the same as I was trying to love him.
“Ringo!” Dom bellowed from across the yard as he marched toward the house. I was sitting on the porch with Ringo, holding hands and talking. The man loved to touch me. In fact, the second I moved to go greet my father, Ringo growled and pulled me into his lap.
“Mine,” he growled up at Dom. “Go away.”
Dom gave him an impatient look. “She might be yours, but she was mine first.”
“Was not.” Ringo lifted his chin stubbornly. “I’d argue she was mine long before she was yours.”
“What? A whole minute and a half? She came here for me.”
“And she found me.”
“I’m not a bone for you two junkyard dogs to fight over.” I tried to sound put out, but I snuggled into Ringo, soaking up the attention. I loved his touch. I hadn’t had much positive affection since my mother died.
“Of course, you’re not,” Dom said hastily. He knelt in front of us, taking my hand in both of his before kissing my fingers. “You’re my daughter and this lout is taking up all your time.”
“I’ve got all the time you want, Dad.” I smiled up at him. “I’ll always have time for you.”
The smile he gave me was genuine and happy. He reached for me, and I would have happily gone to him for the big bear hug he always gave me, but Ringo tightened his hold.
“Mine.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Let an old man have some time with his only daughter.”
“Old man?” Ringo snorted. “I’ll remember that.”
“Give me. My daughter.” Dom’s voice was stern, but he winked at me. I got the feeling he and Ringo loved bickering back and forth. They were definitely close friends. From what I could tell, they worked closely together. What one knew, the other did. What enemy one fought, so did the other.
“Go fuck yourself.” Ringo’s hold tightened on me, and he bared his teeth at Dom.
“Christ, Ringo.” Dom scowled. “I want my daughter.”