The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(99)

And she took it.

“Faster,” I growled.

I needed to see her come.

I needed to feel her quivers.

I needed her cunt to milk me.

“Ford!”

And there it was—that tightness, that wetness that flooded over me.

“Fucking come,” I ordered, skimming my fingers across her clit like she was a guitar.

She gripped my shoulders and held on.

After only a couple more plunges, she mashed our lips together.

And she lost control. “Ford!”

Her body was overcome with shudders, ripples.

“Oh God!” she shouted. “I’m coming!”

It was fucking gorgeous to see her in that state.

And I was about to join her.

My fingers gripped her, stabbing. “Sydney! Fuck!”

She was dragging the orgasm out of me, pulling the cum from my cock.

The explosion moved fast, through my balls, through my dick.

I held it in for just a second.

And then I shot my first load into her pussy. “Yes!”

She was gliding back and forth, her moans telling me that the waves were just starting to calm in her body, and I was moving up and down, pumping, filling her.

“Fuck!” I propelled upward, burying myself. “Hell yes.”

And she sank over me, taking my dick, swallowing everything I gave her.

I didn’t stop until I was drained.

Until I was empty.

Until there was nothing left to give her.

Our movements halted, and she fell against my chest, her face in my neck.

That was where she stayed.

Breathing.

Cuddling.

But when she finally leaned back, her hands surrounded my cheeks, and her lips softly pressed to mine.

I couldn’t get enough.

Of that coconut scent.

Of the feel of her.

Of the heat from her mouth enveloping me.

I separated us, and a swell moved through me.

One that made everything in my body tingle.

“Sydney …” I hovered over her lips, tasting her in the air, my cock growing, hardening inside her. “I want you to fuck me again.”





Epilogue





Ford





There were some things that looked extra stunning on Sydney. One of those was the sun. That was a reason—among many—that I’d taken her to Bali, a place she’d never been.

A place I knew where she could completely unplug.

A place I knew she would fall in love with.

Since she had eight weeks off until she started her fourth semester of college, finishing the last three on the Dean’s List, we had plenty of time to play.

To celebrate.

I couldn’t be fucking prouder of her.

She had a dream, and nothing was stopping her from achieving it. Not the seven classes she was taking a semester, doubling up to graduate early. Not the credits she had snuck in during her Christmas break. Not being Everly’s nanny.

Not even me.

A man who had planned to be the single dad forever.

But Sydney had blown into my life and altered those plans.

And of course, things had changed at home since her first day of school. She now lived in the main house. She had her own side in my large closet, the sink on the right in our en suite.

She also had half my heart.

The only person she had to share it with was Everly.

But for this trip—as far as Sydney knew—it was only going to be us.

When I’d told her that my parents were going to be watching Everly while we were gone for the two-week vacation, she had been disappointed.

She wanted Eve to experience Bali.

She wanted to create a picture book.

She wanted memories.

With the three of us.

Together.

The two of them had a special bond.

It had started before the accident, but the crash had only made them stronger. There was a unique level of trust between them.

A friendship.

My daughter soaked up every minute.

She finally had a woman in her life who wasn’t a grandmother or an aunt or a cousin.

Sydney had crossed that mother border.

It was the most beautiful thing to watch.

Just as beautiful as seeing Sydney in a bikini.

She was next to me, spread across the lounge chair, her hair splayed over the top of the towel, a drink balanced in her hand.

The ocean lapped the sand only feet from where we lay, creating the perfect soundtrack.

I reached across the small space between us, tracing her stomach.

Bare.

Flat.

Curves I knew so well that I could draw them with my eyes closed.

“God, you’re gorgeous.”

She’d been staring at the water, but she slowly looked over at me. “Every time you say that …” Her voice trailed off as she gazed into my eyes, really taking me in. “It feels like the first time all over again.”

I surrounded her fingers and brought them up to my mouth. I kept them there, kissing across her knuckles, breathing her in. “Come take a walk with me.”

She kicked her legs over the lounge chair and stood in front of me, keeping our fingers locked.

She didn’t question.

She just trusted me.