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“I know, sweetheart.Come on, let’s brush our teeth and go to bed.”

“I don’t want sex.”She scrubs her hands over her cheeks and looks up at me apologetically.

“No problem, and don’t feel bad about that, ever.I just want to take care of you, however you need.”

We get ready for bed and I tuck her in, then turn out the light before climbing under the covers beside her.I’m not tired in the slightest, but as I hold my girlfriend, I feel at peace.I feel restful and content, because even though things are shitty right now, we still have each other.And tomorrow, Sebastian will be here to hold her, too.

She reaches for me in the middle of the night, her fingers tracing the waistband of my boxer briefs.Faint city light filters through the blinds, and I can make out Ella’s outline, her hair fanned out on the pillow next to mine.

Her voice is low as she whispers, “I need you, Daddy.Please.”

“You have me.”

“I’m still upset,” she says.

“That’s okay.What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.Take my mind off of everything.I can’t sleep and I want you and I want Bash and he’s not here…”

“Shhh,” I say, kissing her cheeks, her lips.“I’ll take care of you, little girl.”

Her body is lush and soft against mine.I hold her close, running my hands over her smooth skin.I move my hands beneath her tank top and ease it off of her, cupping her sensitive breasts with my palms as I go.Her nipple is tight and hard as I draw it between my lips, sucking gently while Ella moans.

“Daddy,” she whimpers, clutching at my shoulders.“Daddy, I can’t wait anymore.”

Continuing my attention on her nipples, I bring down a hand and stroke her through her panties.Even through the fabric, I can tell that she’s nice and wet.

“Please, please, please,” she moans.

I yank down my boxer briefs, slide the fabric of her panties aside, and push into her.She’s tight, and although she’s wet, I don’t go all the way in at once—I don’t want to hurt her.I want to cherish her.

“Kingston,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around me.

“I’m right here, little one.Let me in.”

She relaxes her inner muscles and I rock back and forth, easing farther in with each stroke.Once I’m fully sheathed by her, I kiss her mouth and stare into her eyes.

“Hey, little one.Doing all right?”

“Better than all right,” she whispers.

Stroke after stroke, I replace her pain with pleasure.

Thirteen

Sebastian

Ella comes to visit as soon as she’s done with her work shift in the morning, and I’m in the process of getting discharged.We go outside—me being wheeled in a chair—to where Kellan’s waiting with the car.

It’s fuckinggreatto be out of the hospital.

“You’re a free man,” Ella says, snuggling next to me in the back seat.“Where do you want to go?”

“Home,” I say.“Home with you.I have a surprise there for you.”

I look at her carefully to see if the surprise got spoiled while I was in the hospital, but she seems clueless.Good—I want to see her face when she opens the door to the spare room.

When we get up to my apartment, Schrödinger meows loudly at me until I carefully bend down to scoop him up into my arms.He rubs his face over my beard and kneads my shoulder.