Page 32 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

ZAYN

My heart was ready to explode.

I was so fucking hard and relieved. The bizarre extremes knotting together inside me formed a sensation that made me understand what people meant by silly things like... I’m walking on air .

“Come here, boy,” I murmured.

Keaton stared as if he wanted me more than a cool lake in a hot desert, but then, he glanced around the interior of the Maserati. “Daddy, I don’t know about this.”

“Do you need a spanking for motivation?” My heart soared. Fuck, I loved having his bouncy ass under my palm.

His grin coerced me into leaning over to kiss him, and he finally started wriggling his huge, delicious, muscled body over to my side of the car. I wanted to feel his weight pressing down on me as he rode my dick until his was a cum fountain.

“Daddy, what if I want a spanking if I manage to scrunch myself in over here?” he asked, stretching an arm across me to use the door to give himself an anchoring point for his maneuvers. “Spanking as a reward?”

“Hmm. Perhaps that can be arranged, but you’ve totally tipped your hand. It’s never, ever going to be a punishment again, boy.” I winked at him, feeling giddy and far too serious all at once.

A headlight swept across my car, and we froze for a second, but it was an older man on a motorcycle rocking a red leather jacket.

His silver beard practically glowed in the lights from the building.

He had a twentysomething guy on the back.

That old timer had probably seen it all, and I suspected the guy with him was his “boyfriend,” since the older man turned and kissed him as if he was paying by the second, so I didn’t stop, simply pulling Keaton down, impaling his lips with my eager tongue.

The silky wet heat of his mouth made my dick harder than hell. Damn it, I needed inside him.

“Wanna fuck you, boy.” I snuck one hand under his shirt and tickled along the skin covering his tight abs.

I played my fingers across his treasure trail, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

He whimpered, but there wasn’t really room for him to do much, except hold himself still as I cupped his groin and pressed on his trapped cock.

It made me throb to feel his dick twitch against my palm, perfect in so many ways.

I teased my tongue between his lips the way I wanted to do with my cock in his ass.

Ease it in. Fill him up. Fuck, I wanted to feel the tight squeeze of his body surrounding me, bury myself deep inside him so he could never forget me, never run off without me again.

I slid my hands around to grab his juicy asscheeks, and he fucking growled like a bear low in his throat.

“Damn, boy!” I bit his bottom lip, then did it again, and he whimpered.

Next thing I knew, he was fumbling with his belt.

I broke away and sucked in deep breaths as he struggled to get his pants down, but there really wasn’t enough space.

The windows had fogged over at some point.

I drew a heart in the condensation on the one to my left and grinned at him while he tried to work his pants down without smashing his elbow into the window or head against the roof.

A loud beep startled us, and I snorted, dragging him closer. “Instead of a butt dial, we have a butt honk.” I chuckled, feeling wonderful and the slightest bit high on life.

“Butts honk all the time. That isn’t new.” He raised his eyebrows.

My amusement started as a laugh I tried to stifle with my fist, but eventually, I was wheezing and holding my aching sides. Then, his lips attacked mine.

I got my hands on his ass, kneading it, learning the lines of his muscles.

I never wanted to forget how he felt. My cock ached, and I needed to fuck him so goddamned bad.

I wanted other things, though, and the need to get more of those fantastic noises from him took over.

My hands almost worked without direction from the rest of my body.

Heart, mind, and soul, I was driven to get the same results.

Keaton screaming my name.

Keaton looking at me as if he could never be without me.

I spanked his right asscheek as hard as I could from the angle I was stuck in.

He sat up, and I winced when his skull clonked against the roof, but he didn’t seem to notice. His face crumpled with ecstasy—or perhaps that was pain?—and a long line of precum leaked down onto my shirt.

“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, my voice a low rasp in the quiet car.

He hissed when I swatted him again, and then I switched to the other asscheek and kept going until my palm stung.

“Be a good boy and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock until you come,” I ordered.

He nodded, then went stock-still.

“What?” I asked. Our breaths were loud.

“No lube, Daddy. And I’m pretty sure I can’t actually get my pants down far enough to do that.

” His eyes were wide and he had his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, so I couldn’t help but snort.

Then, a full bellied laugh had me collapsing back against the seat.

It felt so good not to be worried about him or terrified I might not get him back.

I drew him down for another kiss and a surge of adrenaline smacked me because he let me move him around, even though he was so much bigger than me.

He could probably kill me if he really tried. A sizzle of something peculiar and special that I’d only ever felt with Keaton combined with a rush of pleasure. My cock became a close contender for center of my universe. Right behind Keaton himself.

Things would be different after this, I could tell. I still wanted to continue my hunt. I wanted to execute those who deserved it, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything that might put him in harm’s way. I would have to be twice as careful as I’d ever been.

I wasn’t alone anymore. I was his Daddy, and he was my boy.

The fumble for my belt wasn’t dignified. Once I had my cock out, we had a new puzzle on our hands because if Keaton just flopped down, we weren’t lined up in any way that let us do a damned thing about our hard-ons.

This time it was him who started cracking up until I gave in and hooked my legs around his waist. He couldn’t come to me, but I could damned sure turn myself into a sexy pretzel to get to him.

The second our precum slicked cocks touched, we were moaning.

I grabbed his hair, and he squeaked. It was so fucking cute I didn’t know what to do with myself. I loved the way he tugged against my hand and made a mental note to make sure it happened daily.

For a second, terror came crashing in on my moment.

“Boy.” I ground my cock against his until he leaned forward and grabbed the headrest in a death grip, eyelids fluttering shut.

“You scared the hell out of your Daddy. Daddy loves you.” I twisted my hips until my cockhead bumped his, and the piercing punch of pleasure was almost too much.

Sweat stuck my hair to my forehead, and the damp air was heavy as I dragged it into my lungs in short gasps.

“Daddy?” he whined.

“I love you. Don’t you ever fucking scare me by running off again.” I pumped my hips until the car rocked harder than a ship in high winds.

His strong arms quivered and his lips parted on a moan.

“I love you, and I will do a hell of a lot more than spank you to prove it.”

“Kill for me, Daddy? Would you do it again?” His voice trembled worse than his body.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but all I had was the truth.

“Over and over again, sweet boy.” I wrapped my arms around him to hold on and kiss him while I worked us into a frenzy.

My back wasn’t touching the seat anymore.

He was using those muscles—so capable of brutalizing an enemy—to make love with me.

Keaton turned his head, and I dragged my teeth down his jaw. “You feel that way about me, Daddy?”

It was pure insanity. He knew . He could turn me in to the cops, or hell, perhaps even the FBI, if he wanted. I should slit his throat. But I never would be able to do it. All I was capable of, apparently, was ripping open my chest and slapping my beating heart into his hand.

“Yeah. I do.”

He let go of the seat with one hand and shocked me when he grabbed my ass and held me close to roll his hips in a sinuous dance with mine.

I gasped and sank into the torture of coming so hard I nearly went blind.

My muscles locked up and waves of pure bliss made tiny, embarrassing sounds escape my throat.

I was blinking away white spots in my vision when his hot load spilled onto my cock in wild spurts.

He turned the tables by ravaging my mouth, and I went pliant, giving him everything he needed.

Sometimes a Daddy could be soft, too. We didn’t always have to be in control. I sucked his tongue for dear life.

When I drifted down from my high, I realized I was sticky, sweaty, and the smell of his dark musk was heavy on the air.

I trapped the sex perfume deep in my lungs.

As much as I loved the scent, I fumbled for the button and put down the window while he gently kissed me.

The cool breeze that rushed around the cab was a perfect counterpoint to our overheated bodies.

I flopped onto the seat, totally exhausted physically and emotionally.

“Are you okay?” Keaton kissed my cheek.

“I may have been panicking until I found you.” I cupped his jaw and made a kissy face at him, but I didn’t have the energy to move.

His brow furrowed and he tilted his head.

I scratched my fingernails through his stubble, and he shivered. No wonder I loved him. He was adorable.

My high withered to dust. He hadn’t said I love you back. I tried to rein myself in. Things happened at different speeds for people. I knew that intellectually. But reality stung a lot.

“How did you find me?” he asked.

Snorting, I rested my hand over my eyes. “I wish I had some clever story for you, but I literally drove around to the places with the cheapest rates, hoping I would spot you. Thank everything, I did.”

The sound of a motel room door closing startled us, and we started pulling up our pants, but once we were decent, Keaton looked like he was in pain.

“What?” I asked, running a hand through his hair.

“There is no way I can crawl back to my own seat.” He glanced in that direction.

Winking, I opened the door. It was a mistake. He wasn’t ready. He flailed and wrapped his arms around me. I had an abrupt meeting with the parking lot gravel that blasted pain around my body. We groaned as we sat up.

Keaton’s friend cackled. The woman with pink hair was standing in front of a cleaning cart—an open door giving her an angelic glow she sure didn’t deserve. “Guessing you made up with your boyfriend!”

“Yep!” Keaton called back, an embarrassed tinge to his tone.

I smacked his arm. “How do you know her?”

“We went to school together.” He shrugged. “Pandora.”

I wanted to make some clever quip about how we couldn’t put him back in the box again—since clearly he wouldn’t fit—but my hip ached. I got to my feet and pulled him upright. My heart skipped a beat as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Please, please, please come home.” I wasn’t beyond begging, apparently.

The sweat cooling on the back of my neck reminded me of what we’d just done. A gnat wouldn’t fit down my throat. Tension crawled through my body.

“Only if we can kill Goldie together.” He squeezed my hands.

There were a million reasons for me to say no. Two killers were way more likely to get caught than one, for starters. After we did it, perhaps the guilt would get to him. Perhaps he would eventually hate me.

No, I wouldn’t allow any of those bad endings for my boy.

“You will follow my orders precisely. You have to prove to me you’re Daddy’s good, rule following boy. It’s the only way we will stay safe and make sure Ginny has two people to love and adore her while she grows up. She deserves that.”

He nodded once, tears I was sure he would never admit to glistening in his eyes. “Anything you say, Daddy.”

“Let’s get Ginny.”

He leaned down to kiss me, and the love I felt for this man made me feel bulletproof.

Hand in hand, we walked to the motel room. The second he opened the door, Bernadette started barking, clearly not herself from being in this strange place with unknown smells and people. She was a one-dog riot.

“Hush, Bernadette,” Ginny yelled, the cadence exactly the same way Keaton would say it.

They were so much alike. She bolted upright, staring around the room.

Her attention landed on me. She scrambled as if the blankets were trying to murder her, shoving them aside.

She flung herself at me in the cutest pony-dotted PJs imaginable. “Zayn! You did come to stay with us!”

“This was a fun adventure, but you’re going back home with me.” The words sounded gruff, but I couldn’t help it.

She hugged me tight, and Keaton groaned. “She had a nap .” He widened his eyes, looking so woebegone that I had to laugh.

“How about we go get some ice cream?” I waggled my eyebrows at her.

Ginny whooped and threw her fist in the air as if she’d just won a lifetime supply of ice cream instead of one trip to a soft serve stand. She flailed in exuberance. Bernadette danced around barking. But Keaton? He blushed when I leaned over to kiss his cheek.

These two were mine now, and I just had to figure out how to keep them.

I also wouldn’t rest until I got an I love you out of Keaton, one of the most emotionally constipated men I’d ever met. That had to be easier than staying out of prison while being a serial killer, right?