Leave a Trail (Signal Bend #7)(142)

He pulled back just a fraction, panting. His hot, already labored breath danced over her face. “I gotta get you alone, baby.” He touched his forehead to hers, and they rested like that, breathless together.

Show cleared his throat, and Isaac turned his head, not losing contact with her forehead. “The girls made you up a room. We know you’ve got priorities.”

Isaac turned his head the other direction, toward their kids. Lilli tugged gently on his beard. “It’s okay, love,” she spoke softly, so only he could hear the words. “I talked to them about it.”

At that, Isaac stood straight. “What?”

She laughed. “I didn’t get specific. But they know they have to wait so you and I can have some couple time.”

Gia, leaning against the table she and Lilli had been sitting at earlier, chimed in. “Yeah. Mom thinks we don’t know she means you’re going back to have a lot of sex. But we do. It’s okay.”

Isaac looked a little befuddled, his head swiveling from his kids to Show and the people all around, to Lilli. He was still panting and flushed, and his erection was obvious. So she took his hand. “Come on, love.

Follow me.”

“Wait!” That was Gia, and Lilli, surprised, turned back before she’d led Isaac even one step away.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry, I know you want to…but…” She sighed. “Daddy, would you do just one quick thing first?”

That was all it took for Isaac to find his center again and focus. He squeezed Lilli’s hand and let it go.

“Sure, squirt. Anything.” He went to her side. Lilli followed and stood behind Bo.

Gia opened her calendar book. Isaac understood what it was as soon as he saw all the red Xs, and Lilli saw him go rigid. But he stood with his daughter as she flipped to the last page that had any red marks at all. Then she looked at her father.

“I had a day circled when we thought you’d come home, but then we had to add a bunch of pages, and I didn’t circle another day. I was too scared to. Even when Mom said it was definite, I was afraid to jinx it.

But now you’re home.” She pulled her red marker out of her jeans pocket and circled this day’s date. Then she held the marker out to Isaac. “Will you X it out and sign it? Is that dumb?”

He stared down at that full binder, and Lilli saw his jaw moving tensely under his greying beard.

After a moment, Gia dropped her eyes. “It’s dumb. I’m sorry.”

“No. No, G. It’s not dumb at all.” Isaac cupped his hand around the side of his daughter’s head. “I’d be happy to.” He took the marker and made the X, then wrote across the rest of the blank page, I’m home, and I’m never, ever leaving you ever again. I love you. Daddy. He handed her the marker and kissed the top of her head. “That’s a promise, squirt.”

She started to cry, and he pulled her to him and tucked her into his kutte.

Isaac looked lost and sad and completely overwhelmed, and when Gia finally settled, Lilli went to him and took his hand again. “Okay, love. Now you’re mine. Come on.”



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It was easy to tell which room the girls had made up, because they’d taped red streamers and foil hearts all over the door, like it was Valentine’s. Lilli guessed it was. It was seven and a half years’ worth of Valentines, and Christmases, and birthdays, all rolled up in one afternoon. They both laughed at the sweet absurdity of the decorations, and she opened the door and pulled him through.

Satin sheets. Red. Good lord.

Before she’d taken more than three steps into the room, Isaac slammed the door behind them and yanked her around and back, mashing her chest to his. “I f*ckin’ need you right now, baby. I swear to Christ, I’m gonna explode.”

She wedged her hands between them and pushed away. At his frustrated groan, she smiled and took his hand, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed. “We can take as long as we want, love. But let’s get the exploding out of the way first.” She knelt on the floor between his legs, and he whimpered and put his hands on her shoulders.

“Fuck, baby. You can’t think one blow job is gonna give me stamina I haven’t needed in seven and a half years.”

Opening his belt and jeans, she grinned up at him. “You mean you haven’t been training? Building up your stamina? All that working out, and you neglect this muscle? Well, that’s okay. We’ll catch it up today.”

He groaned. “Fuck, just seeing you there”—she pulled him out of his boxer briefs and he flinched, his breath catching—“Lilli—f*ck, I’m…f*ck.”

His cock, his huge, gorgeous, perfect cock, weeping with need of her, was in her hands. After so long.

She could have wept for the joy of it. In the tension of his body—still familiar even though it had been so long—and in the throb of his rod in her hands, she knew that he was near orgasm already. Tipping her head so that she could see him looking down at her, she sucked him into her mouth.

He shouted and came, just like that, filling her mouth, his big hands clutching her shoulders so hard she could feel his short nails digging through her t-shirt. He shouted again and again as she swallowed and sucked until she’d taken him all. He tasted like Isaac, and she exhilarated in the power of reclaiming that knowledge of him.