Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida Novels & Stories

he lets out a sharp, happy babble, dragging himself toward me with surprising speed. I drop my bag and scoop him up, burying my face in his neck. "Hi, my big boy," I whisper. Nova is on the couch, gently rocking a sleeping Nyomi. She gives me a look that says, I tried to stop the shopping spree, but you know how he is.

Then Adriana tore through every single one. Now, five years later I still wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and just watch her sleep. Just to remind myself this is real and she’s real. That our daughter’s curls rest against her cheek. That our son mumbles in his sleep down the hall. That our baby kicks her feet in the bassinet like she’s already ready to run. And I?

Hestia murmured and stretched her arms to reach me. I smiled. I took a deep breath before laying her on the bed. She immediately hugged me. Her bed is low enough that she can climb even if she is alone and it won't hurt that much if she falls into mischief. I'm not that comfortable because compared to my bed it's small. But because I was tired all day, I also fell asleep next to my daughter. The next day I just woke up because of Hestia jumping up and down on the bed. I immediately rubbed my eyes and adjusted my vision to the surroundings. Damn pink.

And my daughter wanted to show me something that brought her comfort. "Alright," I said, grinning as I saw her face light up. "Let's go to the pack. But we have to get you back before actual bedtime, okay?" "Yes!" Ava cheered, practically bouncing on her toes as she grabbed my hand again. "You're going to love it, Dr. Graham. It's like... like a secret world that only appears when everyone else is sleeping." * * *

His voice sounded tired, but I couldn’t care less. “Yup, it was really difficult, right, Laura?” My jaw clenched at the most annoying voice in the room. “Yeah, good thing Cole was there to bring you home. I was surprised you didn’t wake up, not even when he carried you to your room,” Mom added. I bit my lip in irritation and embarrassment. “She’s a light sleeper, Cole. That’s why I was surprised. She sleeps like a chicken—”

I pushed open the heavy mahogany door to Catherine’s room, stepping inside with a lightness that contrasted sharply with my massive frame. Our daughter was fast asleep, tucked safely beneath her pink satin duvet. Her small, dark curls were scattered across the pillow, her breathing deep and even as she dreamed of the white pony grazing in the lower pasture. On the nightstand beside her bed, a small digital picture frame rotated through photos of our family, Jessica laughing on the deck of our private cruiser, Catherine sitting on my shoulders at the estate gates, the three of us standing together under the bright sun. I knelt beside her mattress, my large, scarred hand resting gently on the

He already had—with his words, the hungry look in his eyes, and the way his sweats had tented. I climbed onto the bed and pulled the duvet over me, trying to sleep, but I couldn’t. I kept tossing and turning, my mind playing the feeling of Cole’s fingers on my waist, just inches away from where I craved him the most. I needed release. I needed to stop the ache so I could think straight and focus on how I was going to avoid him for the rest of my life.

Less than a minute later, she began to snore. Grabbing a blanket, I draped it over her. For a minute, I stared at her slumbering form. She looked very peaceful. Of course, my thoughts were a bit scrambled as I could hardly think about anything except the fact that my daughter had just been sucking on my neck a few minutes ago. Well, chalk that one up to a drunken mistake, I suppose. It seemed unlikely that she would even remember it in the morning.

I stared at the ceiling, feeling trapped in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Eventually, I decided to get up and try to clear my head. I made my way down the hall to my daughter's room, her soft breathing providing a small sense of comfort. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her sleeping peacefully, her favorite doll clutched tightly in her arms. I gently shut the door, not wanting to disturb her, and continued to the kitchen.

The thought made him pale. His breathing deepened, horrible images started to invade his line of vision. The nightmare from last night began to play in front of him. He could see her. Smiling as she got what she wanted. Taunting him. Laughing at him. He swallowed, ignoring the words and voices rising in his head and focused on his daughter who was getting sleepy. Her eyes were drooping but she kept sucking the milk. “I won’t let anyone touch you.” He whispered quietly, gently pulling the bottle back when he saw that she had fallen asleep.