Todos os capítulos de Touch Me, Daddy: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Greg and I have fallen into a new routine.We're not driveway buddies any longer—we're in each other's houses. In each other's lives. Twining around each other like vines, gripping tight and taking root and never once acknowledging out loud what we're doing.He drives me to and from every shift at Sofi Cafe now. Three days ago, he took my measurements for my own set of leathers, and as his knuckles grazed me as he wrapped the measuring tape around my waist, my hips, my ribs, we both kept silent. Focused on our task.He cooks me dinner most nights. I make us breakfast in the mornings.And I sleep in his bed.I know, I know. I've got no business evicting the man from his own room, but the second night he led me up there so naturally and I didn't have the will power to say no. It's such a comfy bed, and the sheets are soft, and it smells like Greg, and he always draws me a bath first.I've never felt so freaking cared for."Stay," I whispered to him on that second night, gazing up at him

Kat Valentine has harbored a crush on boxing legend Pierro Rush since she was a toddler. Now, twenty, and a writer for Sports Blitz, she's being handed the opportunity of a lifetime.To write a cover on him. Her teenage hero.The man of her dreams.Pierro Rush has crushed every game since the crack of dawn, but he's past his prime now. He's getting tired. Getting old, and bored of the same routine, day in, day out.He needs to try something new. Something fresh.When the entire city gets to know of his weakness, Pierro is pissed. And when he discovers it's all Kat's fault, he hunts her down with something to prove.His stamina. On the sheets.Kat Valentine would regret underestimating him. In a good way.-------------------------1 - Kat."Kat Valentine, you're late."I place the bag of groceries down on the kitchen island, and bend forward, my palms flattened on my knees as I draw in deep breaths, trying to calm my heartbeat. I've been running for the past fifteen minutes, trying to

"Good job out there, matey," My best friend Kyle congratulates me immediately I walk into the locker room. I beam at him."Thanks, K."He saunters off to talk to a couple of dudes hanging around the entrance. I can hardly think straight. My ears ring as I prowl past the bank of lockers, shoving the door open to the showers. It's a cavernous room, echoing and cold, but no one will disturb me in here. They wouldn't dare.Pain throbs in my knuckles as I unwrap them. They're stiff and aching—bruised and split. Apart from using them to smash Anderson, I've been signing autographs for the last hour. My fingers won't straighten fully, so I crank the shower on with my elbow, then yank my shorts down with my thumbs.I step under the hot spray with claws for hands.Fuck. I'm getting too old for this.Oh, I knocked that upstart Anderson out just fine. Not hard, when the asshole's got a glass jaw. But there's no joy in it. My body's not singing the way it used to after a win—in fact it's barely e

...How could I tell?The floorboards creak as I shift my weight. Is he really asking me that? Does he really want to know?Is Pierro Rush saying I got it right?"I, um." My words are hoarse. I clear my throat, but it doesn't help. "I've been watching you for years. The difference lately was obvious.""No, it wasn't." He steps closer to the door, agitated. I jerk back, before I remember there's a slab of wood between us. "Not to anyone else. The guys I train with didn't even notice. No one did, not until you pointed it out. And now I'm screwed—pushed onto the back foot. They're talking about retirement," he spits the word. "So how could you tell?""I don't know," I snap, flustered now. I never wanted to cause him trouble, but this is my work. "I guess I'm good at my job. Shocking, right?"He grunts, annoyed too, and then we're silent. Glaring at each other through the door, jaws clenched and eyes sparking. For a crazy second, I wish there was nothing between us right now. That I could f

I thought about kissing this girl the first night I saw her. What it might be like: her taste, her scent, her soft warmth.I knew that night, even through the smoke and spotlights, that she would be special.That kissing her would shake my foundations.But how could I have known, jerking my cock in the showers after the fight, that she'd be like this? Sweet and cautious, unsure in her movements in a way that makes my chest clench and my balls ache?Kat Valentine may be filled with fire. May be braver than most boxers I know.But when I duck my head and kiss her... suddenly, she's fragile. Vulnerable and raw, her arms winding around my waist as I press her flush against the door frame."We can stop any time." I grind out the words against her mouth, because I hate the thought of it, but I need her to know. She doesn't have to be fucking scared of me. I'm a grumpy jerk, but she's safe when I'm around. "Say the word, sweetheart."She snorts, but it's forced. All for show. "Yeah, no kiddi