Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(46)
He beamed. “Kiss your man, then I’m going to shower off the best orgasm of my life before I get up and make my girls breakfast.”
I rose up and kissed him, tasting myself there. Tasting our lovemaking was exotic and not repulsive as I’d once thought it might be.
He held my head to his and looked at me. “You good?”
I rubbed my forehead to his, feeling content. “Yummy.” I kissed his lips for another taste.
“Yummy again?” He smirked.
I nodded. “Yummy.” And then I closed my eyes and lay back down. A moment later, my guy covered me with the blanket and kissed me on the temple.
“You’re pretty damn yummy too, beautiful,” he said before leaving me another kiss and running his fingers through my hair. The last thing I heard was the shower going off and feeling his presence over the bed. I was too tired to open my eyes.
“Knockout juice,” he murmured.
I wanted to respond but I was already falling into a lovely snooze. At some point, he left and I slept.
Chapter Ten
The mantra sound corresponding to the fourth chakra is the sound YUM. A special mantra to help expand love and compassion is OM MANI PADME HUM. You can repeat this mantra in meditation to gain greater access to these qualities.
CLAYTON
The rest of the weekend came and went. Atlas and I agreed that he and Mila would go back to their home and I’d stay with the girls until Kyle was caught. I had a security guy come and change the locks and begin implementing a full-home system complete with alarms and panic buttons in every room. Monet balked at that, but she finally let me have my way. When I say let me have my way, what I mean was I wrangled her into her room, slid down her pants, went to my knees, lifted a thigh over my shoulder, and ate her until she acquiesced.
My woman was hot for my mouth, and I figured out real quick that I could basically get her to agree to anything when an orgasm was within reach. Not gonna lie, that was a fat fucking plus in the perfect-woman column. So far, Monet was turning out to be everything a man like me could ever want. To hell with want… She’s the woman men dream of having long term. The whole package.
I’d moved my schedule around so that I could be with Monet and Lily all week. Next week would be another story, but I’d talked to the guys. Trent, Dash, Atlas, and Nicholas from Lotus House would all be on point for a day or two to stay with Monet when I had clients. With that psycho on the loose, she couldn’t be alone. And that included when she went back to work. Trent offered to hire a bodyguard, and I had to admit the idea held merit, but right now I wanted her protected by men who cared about her and Lily.
Lily was another concern. I put the smackdown on her going to daycare. That was not happening, which Monet agreed to pretty easily. Her daughter’s welfare was more important than her own. Even if Monet was the target, we both knew that Kyle was unstable, and we couldn’t put anything past him. We decided to take Lily into school this week and pick her up directly from the teacher’s classroom. Monet had a talk with the principal and the teacher to give them a heads-up on the situation and insisted that no one except Mila, Atlas, her, or me was allowed at any time to pick Lily up from school.
I met the security guys first thing in the morning on Monday to continue work on the house. They were up on the situation and knew to keep the house on lockdown as they worked. We had to take Lily to school and then go directly to Monet’s doctor for the removal of the stitches. I was not looking forward to watching my girl in pain. There were a fuck of a lot of stitches that needed to be removed.
I finished up the rest of the dishes for the pancakes I’d made Lily. Monet was too nervous to eat, which rankled my nerves, but I let it go. The protective side of me wanted to make sure she ate, but I also had to cut her some slack. She had a big day ahead of her, not to mention this would be the first time she’d be leaving the house since the hospital stay. I didn’t even hear the bastard’s words to her, and I knew she was hearing them over and over in her head. Made me positively violent thinking about the threats he’d made to her and Lily.
“Done, King Clay.” Lily pushed her plate toward me.
“Come on over and wash your hands, sweetie.”
“No need.” She methodically put each finger into her mouth one at a time and licked them. “See, all clean!” She smiled.
I shook my head, wet a washcloth, and came around the counter. “No, they’re not clean.” I grabbed each of her little hands and wiped at them until I knew for sure there wasn’t any syrup on them. Then I leaned forward and kissed each one while she laughed hysterically. They still smelled of syrup, even though there wasn’t a trace left.
There was something special about this little girl’s laugh that struck me in the chest and filled me with such glee. Now that I had it, I couldn’t imagine not hearing it regularly, and I didn’t plan on ever going without it. It was my job now to see that her face was filled with smiles every day. Same with her mother’s.
Speaking of my goddess, she entered wearing a purple tank and a bulky gray knit cardigan pulled around her shoulders. A worry line appeared deeply etched into her forehead between her brows. I went over to her, cupped both cheeks, and kissed that line. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m going to be there every step of the way, beautiful. You’re not alone. You got me?”