Emmi: Happy Endings

It has been eight months since we had Harlem and he’s wild already, just like Gunner. I place him in bed and kiss him. I know he will be safe tonight. There will be four guards outside this room. Three more at the end of the hall. No one except the guys and me will be able to get through. We’re back at the old place for tonight's party. It’s safer than having people in our home.

“He asleep?” I watch as Zane walks over, peering into the cot. “Go get ready. I’ll sit here for a bit.” His lips press against my neck for a moment before I leave. Bear looking around for something, and I laugh.

“You, wasn’t it?” He turns to face me.

“Maybe, Daddy, maybe not.” I walk past him, but he grabs me, dragging me back.

“What are you hoping to gain?” He pushes me against the wall.

“I don’t know. Maybe, just maybe I want to be bad.” I bite my lip.

“Prove it, dirty girl, prove you want to be bad.”

I start to strip, my hips swinging as I do. “Just imagine, Daddy, me bent over that bad, with your hands gra