The Single Dad (The Dalton Family, #3)

by Marni Mann

I held the baby up to my chest, patting her back. As I rubbed small circles, my body shifting, swinging, a feeling entered. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know what it was, but it made me hold her tighter. It made my arms build a wall where nothing could get in. “Hey, hey,” I whispered into her face. The heat from her crying thick like steam. “I know you don’t know my voice or the feel of my arms, but I’m going to tell you something.” I pressed my lips against her forehead, breathing her in, her scent so clean and powdery. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you.” I held my lips there, my eyes closing, my heart pounding away. “I promise.”

“What I’m thinking about is your mouth.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and then the top. “What it would taste like. What it would feel like.” His gaze was there, on the spot he was speaking about, making those same lips part. “And I don’t know how much longer I can wait to find out.”

“Go,” I added, “before I toss you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.” I took a breath, only smelling her. “One more second, and I won’t be able to stop myself.” I ground my teeth into my lip, her gaze taunting me, building this tease. “Sydney … go.”

Screams. That was what I was after. And I didn’t stop until I heard my first one. “Ahhh!” “That’s it,” I whispered against her clit. “Let me fucking hear you.”

I soaked up every second because no man had ever treated my body like him. Had ever made me come so hard. Had ever given me two orgasms in one night. But Ford hadn’t stopped at two. He’d given me a third in the shower. A fourth, fifth, and sixth before I fell asleep. Oh God.

“I want you to think of this moment every time you sit down for breakfast,” I said and plunged inside her. “I want you to think of my fucking cock when you’re drinking coffee here.”

The two of them couldn’t be any more beautiful together, and her having my baby in her arms was certainly a sight I could get used to.

I needed the taste that I’d been after. I quickly pulled out and rubbed my finger across my mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” I licked her off me, savoring her. “Sydney … that flavor. My God.” I swallowed. “I want more.”

“Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come on my face.”

I used the feelings I had for this girl, the ones that had been building each day, and I gave her everything I had.

“That was …” “Just the beginning,” I told her.

He sucked the wetness off his fingers and held my neck, his mouth hovering above mine. “And I told you, I’m going to take care of you once this massage is over.” He bit that same lip again, harder this time. “Now, go get on your table unless you’re looking to get spanked.”

“You’re going to get everything you want,” he told me. “But you’re going to have to beg.”

I positioned my hands at the crotch of her stretch pants and pulled until the cotton ripped. “Ford!” “I’ll buy you ten more pairs.” I created a sizable hole and demanded, “Get over here. Sit on my fucking face.”

“Sydney, ride my fucking face.”

She hadn’t realized I’d gotten on my knee. That I was holding out my hand. That I was asking, “Be my wife?” “And my mommy,” Everly chimed in. I slipped my other arm around Everly, glancing at my daughter as I added, “Be ours.”