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  My cheeks burn and I’m glad he can’t see. “Are you mad I said that?”

  He chuckles. “Baby Girl, I don’t think you could do a thing that would make me mad. But listen, when you become my fiancée, it’ll be because I asked you properly, you understand? So, you need to wait until that happens.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say, beaming at his words. He does want me. Forever. I know he does.

  “Oh, Baby, you’re killing me with that Daddy thing.”

  “In a good way or bad way?”

  “In a way that makes me so fucking glad I didn’t die.”

  I smile, wanting to please him in every way. “But when you get home, you come to Heaven.”

  Chapter Ten

  Hawkin

  It’s torture, waiting in the hospital, but as I’m recovering, I have a lot of calls to make and things to deal with on behalf of Heaven’s father. He failed her in so many ways, and I want to start a life with her with a clean slate. I want to take care of her and make sure she understands I won’t let her down.

  That means I’m working on getting his house cleared out, working with a real estate agent to sell his small place, and pay for his body to be cremated.

  Sounds crass, but the fucker burned bridges with everyone he knew. Now I’m the one dealing with the ashes, literally.

  I even call the high school and let them know that Heaven has a change of address.

  “Are you her guardian?”

  “She’s eighteen, she doesn’t need a guardian, but I am her fiancé,” I tell them. I know the secretary at the registrar’s office wanted more details, but I’m not giving them to her. It’s a small town where everyone knows everything. And Heaven is gonna deal with enough grief finishing the year as a married woman.

  But dammit, that’s the plan.

  Now I just got to get home and put a ring on her finger.

  Because I had been medically evacuated, they fly me back, to avoid the dangerous mountain pass. It feels excessive. I’m a simple man— I worked hard in my twenties and invested my money. Now I am able to live off my savings and then some.

  I’m glad I planned the way I did for my future because I have Heaven to take care of now.

  Pulling up to the airport, I get a cab to take me up the mountain to my place. It’s Thanksgiving Day, and Heaven is expecting me. She wanted to come to the airport to pick me up, but I insisted she stay put. I want her in my home, right where she belongs, when I walk through the door. She said it was probably better since the oven will be on roasting our turkey dinner.

  When the cab gets to my cabin, I see Whiskey running down the snowbanks, toward the car, and I break out in a smile. I’m just so fucking happy to be home.

  “Thanks for the ride,” I tell the driver, slipping him a few twenties. “Happy Thanksgiving.” Then I step outside, letting the mountain air fill my lungs, ready to wrap Heaven in my arms.

  I’m a little surprised she hasn’t run out to greet me, but I climb the front steps, so damn grateful that I’m coming home in one piece. It’s amazing technology these days, and my wound is healing incredibly well. A bandage is wrapped across my chest, and I’ll need to go to the local hospital in two days to have it looked at, but for today, I am better than I ever dreamed. I was shot a week ago, and my life flashed before my eyes.

  Glimpses of Heaven over the years.

  The day she was born, I went to the hospital. Her mama wasn’t paying her any mind, her father was piss-drunk, and I scooped that baby girl out of the bassinet, cradling her in my arms. I didn’t know a thing about babies—still don’t-- but I knew this: Heaven was sent from above.

  Now it’s no different. She is truly a miracle, a gift I wasn’t expecting but received nonetheless.

  I push open my front door, calling for Heaven. The rich smell of gravy and roasted turkey filling the two-bedroom cabin. Pumpkin pie rests on the counter, next to a basket of freshly baked rolls, and the burners on the stove are all set to low. I can’t resist peeking. Fluffy mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans. In the oven, there’s a small golden-brown turkey and a casserole dish of stuffing, and sweet potatoes.

  It’s a feast, that’s for damn sure, but my question is where is my baby girl?

  “Heaven?” I call again, and that is when I hear her from the bedroom.

  “Back here. I’m waiting for my Daddy.”

  My cock hardens at the evocative words. I walk to the bedroom, push open the door, and damn, the sight takes my breath away.

  “You’re home,” she says. She is wearing absolutely nothing. “I was going to get dressed for you, but I didn’t know what you would want me to wear.”

  I growl, stalking toward her. “You did perfectly, baby girl. You look so good in nothing at all.”

  She smiles up at me, on her knees at the edge of the bed.

  “Now, I need to tell you something else. You did good making dinner. It smells so good, Heaven. Looks good too. You really do know how to cook and clean.”

  “I told you, Daddy, I’d be good if you let me stay.” She licks her lips; her submissive side is so fucking hot. It makes me want to give her everything she wants and to make sure she is always cared for. Loved. Wanted.

  “Oh, Baby Girl, you aren’t going anywhere.”

  She bounces slightly on the bed, her big titties getting me so fucking hard. “I’m not?”

  I shake my head, taking her hand and setting it on the button of my jeans. “No, I have to teach your pussy how to come for my cock. And I have to show you how to suck my balls while I lick your cunt.”

  Her eyes widen in desire at my words and I fucking love it, turning her on so much.

  “I want you to teach me everything.”

  I run a hand over her tits, guiding her other hand to my cock. She takes hold of my thickness, licking her lips as she does.

  “Oh Daddy, I need you in me.”

  “I know you do, Sweet Thing.”

  I pull off my clothes, she runs her hand over my bandaged chest, where the bullet cut clean through.

  “Are you okay; can you do this?” she asks gently.

  I nod. “I need this, Baby.” Pressing my rigid length against her round tits, and she squeezes them, my cock between the round globes.

  “I love how it feels with you against me,” she tells me.

  “Oh, Heaven,” I groan, crashing my lips against hers. I can play Daddy, but I also need to be a man, claiming my woman.

  In the bed, I run my hands over her body, kissing every inch of her skin as she relaxes against the pillows. I kiss her belly and her thighs, spreading her legs and fingering her needy cunt.

  “I’ve missed you,” she moans. “Crazy, I know, since I hardly had you.”

  “You had me in other ways, in your heart,” I tell her.

  And she nods, knowing it’s true.

  I lean over her, looking her eyes. “You know why I had to stop coming around, don’t you?”

  She nods. “I know.”

  “I wish it had been different, Baby. If I’d stayed, I would have known how Tommy was getting. It kills me that you were hurting so badly, for so long.”

  She runs her hand over my beard, her milky legs wrapping around me. “I’m not hurting anymore.”

  “Are you okay, Heaven? You’ve been up here alone since your father died.”

  “Since I killed him, you mean?” Her eyes fill with tears. “Does it make me a monster? That I wanted him dead?”

  I shake my head, not thinking Heaven is a monster in the slightest. “You were scared and broken, Heaven,” I tell her. “Your wings had been clipped for far too long. And your father took a shot at me, the one thing you believed in. You took his life, but he’d already tried to take yours.”

  “The police officer… she didn’t even press me for details. They saw my bruises and heard the story. That was enough for her, for all of them.”

  “Then let it be enough for you, too,” I say, brushing away my baby girl’s tears. “Now there, no more tears, not
now. Let your Daddy take good care of you.”

  She smiles up at me, her eyes glassy but shining with devotion.

  For me.

  I guide my cock to her willing cunt, ready to make my baby girl a woman in her own right.

  Chapter Eleven

  Heaven

  When he enters me, my body tightens—and for a moment, I squeeze my eyes shut scared it will hurt too much—but he is so tender with me, so gentle, that he eases his massive length into me nice and slow. It belongs here, in my pussy, and he knows that.

  He’s a good Daddy. He knows how to take care of his little girl.

  “Oh,” I whimper, holding his shoulders, pressing my forehead to his hairy chest, breathing him in. He smells so good and I press my nose to him, wanting to lose myself in his scent.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight, little one,” he says, massaging my breasts as he begins to fill me up nicely. “So, fucking perfect.”

  When he moves against me, the walls of my pussy burn with delight, the pressure so intense that it makes me slick with need. “I’m so wet for you,” I tell him, my fingers running though his thick hair. “This is what I need. You. Always.”

  He growls his dirty words of desire in my ear, the cabin filling with heat as he places his arm under my back, holding me closer. “My dirty girl likes my cock buried inside of her, is that right?”

  I nod, my nipples peaked, my slit so wet, my breath ragged. “Yes, Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to make me come.”

  “Oh, Baby, there’s no question that’s gonna happen.”

  He knows what he’s doing. He thrusts his thickness inside of me, filling me fully, and he rolls us over, so I’m straddling my big mountain daddy. He loves my tits, so I lower my body, so he can suck them like he needs to do. It feels so good, his tongue rolling over my hard nipples, and as he pulls at them, I feel my warm pussy dripping with desire, coating his thick cock with my creamy come.

  My cunt is so wet, and he is so much deeper when I sit on him like this, that my whimpers turn to cries as he fills me up. “Oh, Hawkin, oh Hawkin, I’m… I’m…” Dizzy, that is what I am. Spinning out of control. Lost in the ecstasy of his long rod. He sets his hands on my hips, deepening the fuck until I’m gasping and panting, my hands pressed tightly against his solid chest as if holding on for dear life.

  “I’m coming, Daddy, I’m coming so hard,” I scream, the truth obvious. The orgasm rushing through me with a heat I didn’t expect. It’s overwhelming, the sensation, burning brightly and so absolutely consuming. He is taking all of me as his own.

  I am his baby girl, I know that more than I’ve ever known anything. Hawkin would never hurt me or betray me and that is why I wanted so long for him.

  It was always him.

  Always.

  Always.

  Always and now he is mine.

  “Oh, God, Baby,” he grunts, coming hard and thick inside of me. I feel his seed as it blossoms inside my core, complete and perfect and everything I have ever wanted.

  “I hope you gave me a baby,” I tell him unapologetically.

  The word strikes a demanding chord inside him, and he sits up, me in his lap. He kisses me hard, a fistful of my hip gripped in his hand as he kisses my neck and breasts and mouth as if he is hungry as a caveman, starved for my skin, for my lips. I moan against his needy kisses and my pussy begins to beg for more.

  “I need to lick you,” he tells me. “I need to lick your pretty pink cunt, taste the sweetness of your popped cherry.”

  He helps me get on all fours. Using the sheet, he wipes my cunt nice and clean. Then he kisses my ass. “No spanking for you, baby girl. You’ve been so good.”

  Biting my lip, I arch my back, the pleasure of his words sending a wave of longing through me. “I promised I’d be good for you.”

  He runs his hand over my ass cheeks, fingering my hole, and a rush of unexpected delight covers me. He lowers himself to the bed, easing my leg over him, so my ass is in his face. He squeezes my cheeks playfully, growling as he does. I’ve been dreaming of being in his bed like this for so long. Before it was proper to imagine such things—and now my dream is coming true.

  “Now I am going to teach you something new, Baby Girl. Are you a quick learner?”

  I look over my shoulder, loving the way my tits brush against his belly, his thick cock hard and waiting for the attention it deserves. “I will do my best, Daddy.”

  “Good. You need to take my cock in your mouth, suck me nice and hard, but don’t squeeze too tight. And take care of my balls, see how tight they are? That means you need to suck them too, they need your pouty mouth, they need your sweet kisses. Can you do that for me, Baby Girl?”

  I clench my pussy, the need so overwhelming. I want to suck his balls so badly my eyes glaze over with need. “I can,” I whimper. “Anything else?”

  “Yes, I need your pussy to obey me when I lick it. I need your ass on my face, your cunt needs to know who is in control. Your sweet little pussy needs to learn how to come against my mouth. Do you think your pussy will behave?”

  I can hardly eke out a yes. Then Hawkin pulls my pussy to his mouth and begins to take control.

  Doing what I’ve been told, I take his big thick cock in my hand, playing with his big tight balls, and I run my tongue over his tip, my breasts so peaked, my pussy so pleasured, that I know I must take care to do a good job so I can have more of Hawkin. So, I can have all of him.

  I suck his cock, taking him as far back in my throat as I can bear to go. It’s hard to concentrate though, because his tongue is lapping my come so fast, sucking my clit, and using his thick beard to send my pussy into a quick and heavy orgasm.

  When I come, I try to focus on the big, thick cock before me. We begin to rock in a steady motion, me sucking him up and down as he licks me nice and clean. “You taste so good,” he groans as the hard ridges of his cock fill my mouth.

  I know he is close because his cock seems to stiffen, his balls tighten. I moan in pleasure as he tongues me while his cock nearly fills my mouth with come. Before he ejaculates, he moves my ass, forcing me to the bed. Then he covers me, in a fluid motion, filling my pussy up all over again.

  I catch my breath as he enters me. His cock already filling me up with his release.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Baby,” he growls as he finishes. My pussy is worked over and pulsing with heat. “I didn’t want to waste my come. It needs to be in your cunt if we’re gonna get you a baby.”

  A smile spreads across my face, and I wrap my arms and legs around Hawkin.

  “I love you,” I tell him, so honestly, so undeniable, that a grin breaks out across his face.

  “Marry me, Heaven,” he says. “Be my angel, now and forever.”

  Tears fill my eyes. “Of course,” I tell him. “Of course, I will marry you.”

  He kisses my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. “I’ll spend my life making you happy,” he promises.

  “I want to be a good wife to you, a good lover, a good friend.”

  He brushes a loose strand of hair from my face. “By the looks of the kitchen, you’re already a good cook.”

  Her eyes brighten art my compliment. “You hungry, Mountain daddy?”

  “Starved. And while I want to eat all the food you made, what I really need is already here, right in my arms.”

  Epilogue One

  Hawkin

  Seven Months Later…

  She’s nervous, and I understand why. This is a big day for her, the first person in her family to graduate high school, and I know she feels the stares of everyone in town as she walks across the stage.

  But as she shakes the hand of the principal, her diamond wedding ring sparkles across the auditorium. As she takes her diploma, she beams across the crowd, her eyes searching for me.

  She finds me, and a calm seems to settle over her. She runs her hand over her big round belly, and she practically skips off stage. She is so proud, just as she should be. This year has been
huge for Heaven.

  She lost her father.

  Married me.

  Got knocked up the first night we made love.

  Will give birth before summer is through.

  It’s torture waiting for the ceremony to end, but when the graduates are announced to us as a new class, they stand, tossing caps in the air and I stand too, clapping with pride for my girl.

  The people around me cast judgmental eyes on me, a man twice as old as my wife, but those motherfuckers are missing the whole goddamn point.

  Yes, I met her when she was young and married her at town hall the moment it opened after Thanksgiving. Yes, she is having my son in a few months — but hell, you can’t choose when you meet the woman you are meant to marry.

  I just happened to meet the love of my life the day she was born.

  We find one another through the crowd, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her sweet lips. “I’m so proud of you, Baby,” I tell her not caring who hears. I hope those lonely ass fools find love half as good as what I’ve got—if they do, they’ll die happy.

  Me, I’ve already died and gone to Heaven.

  In fact, I go there every damn night, when I pull my girl to bed, run my hands over her perfect body and make love to her like she needs. Like we both want. For hours, until we are sweaty, and our breathing runs ragged. Until we shower and do it all again, the soap and water cleaning us up just in time to get messy.

  I love to fuck her in the morning, just as much as I like to fuck her in the night. Heaven’s pussy is insatiable, my cock a length of pleasure that never seems to bore her.

  And that’s good because just thinking about her creamy cunt gets me raring to go.

  Heaven raises her eyebrows. “I know what you're thinking about.”

  I run a hand over my beard and hand her a dozen roses. “I’m thinking how proud I am of you,” I tell her.