Derek

I wake up to the aroma of breakfast being made. My stomach growls, it smells so damn good. Even though I'm exhausted, I climb out of bed.

I'm surprised Tracy found anything to make in this house. I really don't keep a lot of food especially since Amelia moved out. I stand and stretch then notice Tracy’s still in bed with me. Who the fuck is in my kitchen? I slipped on some clothes grab my gun and head out.

“Whoa!” Blake shouts. “Put the gun away.”

Shit. I set my gun down on the side table. I totally forgot that Amelia still had a key since she comes to check on me and make sure I'm okay. “Hey, Daddy. Just thought it'd be great to make you some breakfast. Do you think Tracy likes sausage or bacon?” My eyes widen because she knows that she's here. “How do you know she's here?”

“Daddy, Carly told me what happened last night when we got to work this morning. And that she was staying with you until the coast was clear.” Holy hell, she thinks Tracy’s just staying here in a protective custody type of way. In a sense she is, but it's more than that. I hear footsteps behind me and I holler before she can even get over here for anyone, Blake in particular to see.

“Tracy, please tell me you have some fucking clothes on.” I hear the footsteps turn around in dash back into my bedroom.

“Whoa. Seems we got more of a celebration going on here, Amelia. We should leave. Love we’ve interrupted your dad.”

“I'm so sorry Daddy. I just thought you guys could use someone to look after you after what happened last night. I didn't know that you finally admitted your feelings for her.”

“You knew?”

“I think the only one who didn't know it was her. You get all moody and a little bit bossy around her. Besides, I saw the way you looked at her. I've been waiting several months for you to finally ask her out.”

“Well, pumpkin. It's more than dating. Tracy's going to be my wife. I hope that's okay with you.”

“Okay with me? Daddy, you're old enough to make those decisions yourself. You know you don't need my permission. But I think you should ask her first, you know.”

“Yes, it would be nice,” Tracy agrees behind me. I spin around and slip my hands through her hair. “No, woman. I told you last night it was a done deal—signed, sealed, and delivered, baby.”

“Yep, there goes the bossiness again. We’ll just leave you guys to enjoy your breakfast,” Amelia says. As much as I love having them here, I want to be alone with Tracy.

 “No, no, no don't go. Stay for breakfast with us,” Tracy offers. She’s right. We shouldn’t try to kick them out.

“You and Tracy could discuss the girly things she's going to need,” I add.

“I only need you,” she whispers in my ear.

Blake grabs Amelia around the waist, then whispers loudly, “Baby, I think it's time we leave; if you know what I mean.” He wags his brows and looks toward us.

“Gross. But yeah, let's go. I love you, Daddy. Tracy, girl, I’ll talk to you later. Oh, and here. Don't want to be walking in on anything next time.”

She drops her key down on the counter. “I love you, pumpkin.”

“I suppose it's time for me to finish breakfast real quick, she says, walking off into the kitchen. I'm watching her round ass sticking out of a pair of tiny bike shorts that barely cover anything. When I said to put clothes on, I meant something I wouldn't have to kill Blake for seeing her in. I follow her into the kitchen. Making sure all the burners are off, I grab her around the waist and pull her up against me. Wanting her to feel every inch of my ridge as I grind my hips forward. “Do you call these clothes, baby? I can feel how wet you are right now.”

“Says the guy wearing only boxers and a t-shirt.”

“Don't give me no attitude, woman. I don't want you showing off anything that belongs to me,” I murmur, nipping at her ear and suck it between my lips. “No need to cook right now, baby. I’ve got all I want to eat right here.”

She moans planting her hands on the sides of the kitchen sink. I lift up her tee just to caress her waist, she shivers from the tenderness of my hands. Grabbing the hem of her shorts, I slide them down. Pressing my face against the edge of her slit then thrusting my tongue into her folds. She moans, pushing her butt out, opening her legs wider. I run my hand along her pussy, then spin her around. I lift her legs over my shoulders and continue to eat her sweet core. Her juices coat my tongue and I suck harder. She grips the counter tight, then clenches her legs around my head, coming and screaming my name. I drink her up until she’s coming down from her high.

“Wow, talk about breakfast. I could get used to a meal like that, woman.” I stand up and pull my cock from my boxers. Lifting her legs around my waist, I push straight into her depths. We both grunt, and I slam my mouth to hers, swirling our tongues together as I pump into her womb. I’m already on the edge and it won’t be long. I need her to come again for me. I lean down, pull her top up and suck on her hard nipples. She moans and clenches around me as I switch from side to side. Her body is sweet perfection. A growl roars through me as I hear the telltale orgasmic bliss come from her lips. “I’m coming,” she cries out. Her hands thrusting into my hair and pulling my mouth to hers. My release is pulled from me as she squeezes my cock, over and over again. I lean forward and rest my head on her shoulder.

“Damn, that was fucking incredible,” I mutter against her flesh, creating a lovely layer of goosebumps.

“Tell me about it,” she sighs, looking very tired. I need to let her lay down a bit longer. Without pulling out, I carry her over to our bedroom, then lay her on the bed.

“Rest a little while. I’m going to jump in the shower.

“Okay,” she murmurs, curling up under the messy covers.

I take a long hot shower because my body feels the last twelve delicious hours. When I get out, she groggily gets ups and goes into the bathroom. “My turn.”

While I’m getting dressed, I call the station. “Do you have anything on the car last night?” I ask Waters, slipping on my socks.

“I just got off the phone with Houston PD. They found the car abandoned in a bad part of town. Chief, I’m thinking we’re looking at some trafficking ring.”

“Are you serious?”

“Prostitutes are huge in that area. And from the looks of her apartment, they weren’t there to rob her.”

“I’ll be in later today to go over more of the details and see if we can’t find the person who’s involved. They would have to be someone from around here. There’s no reason to come here and target her specifically.”

“That’s very true. Houston PD is under the same impression. They plan to send a couple detectives down to see if we can work this out together.”

“Sounds good. What time will they be there?”

“They said about four.”

“Okay, I’ll be there just before then.” I hang up just as Tracy comes out of the bathroom in a towel that barely restrains her large breasts. My dick jumps in my pants, but I know that it’s not a smart move. “I’ve got to make a couple more work calls this morning, then I’m all yours again.” I wag my brows at her.

“I'm going to finish breakfast because even though you’ve had a meal, I'm still hungry,” she jokes, winking and sauntering back toward the kitchen.