DANIEL'S GIRL: ROMANCING AN OLDER MAN (40 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

She was on her knees in his bed, straddling
his naked body.
 
Her cunt was up to his
face and he was holding her ass, both cheeks, as he ate her.
 
She was leaned against the headboard, holding
on, as he licked and sucked and slinked his tongue along her folds as he had a
slow-motion romance with every contour of her pussy.
 
It moistened almost immediately, and he
licked the moistness with long, lapping licks that made her groan.
 
Daniel had been doing her for years.
 
But tonight, in the privacy of his massive
bedroom, it felt as fresh and new to her as their very first time.

His voice was guttural.
 
“Come to daddy, baby,” he said, as he slid
her body down the length of his until her face was in his face.
 
And then he started kissing her with a
passion that rocked her, as the taste of her and the taste of him mixed
together in an odd combination of sweet and sour that made her wrap her arms
around him and kiss him even harder than he was kissing her.

Daniel’s control nearly broke when Nikki
elevated her passion.
 
He held her
tightly in his arms as they kissed for minutes on end.
 
Then Nikki moved down his body, kissing him
as she went, and he braced himself for what he knew that expert mouth of hers
was going to do to him.
 
And she did
it.
 
She licked him with slow, sensual
licks, causing him to pre-cum because it felt so intense, and then she took his
rod and swallowed it whole.
 

“
Ahh
,” he said as moved back up, and then back down the
entire length of him.
 
And then she was
licking again, his balls, his sensitive underside, until he had the kind of
erection that was bordering on painful.

He pulled her back up on top of him, her
stomach against his stomach, and positioned her ass just right as he shoved his
dick inside of her. He wanted to rub against that cunt he had been eating, and
as soon as he felt her tightness he wanted to cum.
 
It felt that potent.
 

But he didn’t cum.
 
He fucked her.
 
He stroked his dick inside of her until her
entire bottom felt on fire.
 
And Nikki
didn’t want that fire quenched.
 
She fed
on it.
 
She could feel his massive rod
poking her, probing her, and then sliding further in, deeper each time, until
it felt as if he expanded even more and she was filled with Daniel.

And he stroked and stroked.
 
He moved her body to where he was also
sucking her breasts as he stroked.
 
All
of their troubles seemed far away, as they fucked.
 
Minutes ticked by like hours, as they
fucked.
 
The bed was shaking, their
bodies were rocking, and they felt that edge of cum that was their special
place.
 
They were almost there and
anticipation of getting their heightened their passion.
 
An hour came and went, as they fucked.

Until the hour came when Daniel couldn’t live
on that edge any longer.
 
And he came
first, before Nikki, as he broke through with a release that made her flush
with what felt like hot cream.
 
He
drenched her.
 
So much so that it began
to slide out of her, like a milky drip, as he continued to fuck her.
 

And then it was Nikki’s time.
 
Her body couldn’t take the beating a second
longer, and she began to twitch with unbearable arousal too.
 
And she came.
 
She held onto him, her eyes squeezed shut, his mouth still brutalizing
her breasts, as she shook with a passionate climax.
 
And he kept putting it on her, banging her
harder and harder, even as she could hardly bear it, until she was trembling
with euphoria and screaming his name.

Their passion finally subsided, to where
their release was but a trickle, and their pulsations were but a twinge.
 
And Nikki, seeing just how drained Daniel
really was, got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up until time for
her to shower, and then returned with a warm cloth for him.
 
Daniel was so exhausted that he could only
lay there, and rub her hair, as she wiped his red-blushed penis with the
cloth.
 

He looked at her pretty face as she wiped
him.
 
The time had come, had probably
long come, for him to make her his wife.
 
But she had to be exonerated first.
 
He did not want her to think he was asking her to be his wife because he
pitied her.
 
He wanted her to know that
he wanted her, Nikita Graham, to be his wife because he loved her.
 
Deeply.
 
He loved her with a love that scared him still.
 
Even Melanie knew that.

After Nikki went back into the bathroom to
place the cloth in the dirty clothes hamper, she returned to bed with
Daniel.
 
He covered the both with the bed
linen as he pulled her protectively into his muscular arms.
 

Then he smiled.
 
“That was special,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” she agreed.

“Just like you.”
 

Nikki moved closer against him when he said
that.

Then he grinned.
 
“Could you imagine if we would have been at
your place?”

Nikki grinned too.
 
“Val would have probably opened the door to
make sure you weren’t trying to kill me up in here.”
 
Daniel laughed.
 
“And he wouldn’t have let me live it down,
trust me on that.
 
He would have made
jokes about it every time I saw him.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a wonderful young man,
Nikki.
 
I’m pleased he’s your friend.”

“I am too.
 
I play around with him, but I am too.”
 

Nikki, in fact, was so pleased about how
everything was going that she laid her head back on Daniel’s shoulder.
 
Ready to fall asleep.
 
But it would be moments later, seconds, when
the doorbell began ringing.
 

Daniel seriously considered not answering the
door at all.
 
He was super-relaxed.
 
He was with the woman he loved.
 
All he wanted to do was stay curled up beside
her and sleep.
 
He always slept better
when Nikki was in his bed.
 
But the
doorbell would not stop ringing.

“It might be important,” Nikki said,
encouraging him to at least see who it could be.
 
So he got out of bed, put on his bathrobe and
slippers, and headed downstairs.

Nikki lay there.
 
She was still feeling the sensations.
 
Her body still felt every lick he put on her,
every suck, every stroke.
 
It felt as if
his rod was still inside of her.
 
And it
was a comforting feeling.
 
So comforting,
in fact, that she found herself, just that fast, falling asleep.

By the time Daniel called for her to come
downstairs, she realized she had dropped off.

“Coming!” she yelled back, got out of bed,
put back on her jeans and t-shirt, and made her way downstairs.

Daniel was sitting on the sofa, seated on the
edge, with a glass of wine in his hands.
 
Nikki was pleased to see that Campbell Gates, the lead investigator, was
also in the living room, seated on the chair flanking the sofa.

He stood up when Nikki entered the room.
 
“Hey, Camp,” she said as she made her way and
sat beside Daniel.

Campbell was a big, burly man, with balding
brown hair and small, green eyes.
 
But he
was a very affable man, a man who knew how to make everyone feel at ease around
him.
 
“Hey, Nikki, how are you?” he said
jovially.

“I’ll be great if you have some good news.”

Daniel smiled.
 
“He does,” he said.

Nikki looked at Daniel.
 
“So what is it?” she asked.

“Edgar Lassiter is cooperating with
authorities,” he said.

Nikki’s heart was about to soar.
 
“Did he implicate Melanie?” she asked the
investigator.

“Oh, yes,” the investigator responded.
 

She soared.
 
“What did he say?” she asked.

“First of all, he wanted complete immunity
from prosecution, and when the State wouldn’t go along with that, it looked
doubtful that he would talk.
 
But my men
are very persuasive,” Gates added, purposely vague, “and he agreed to turn
State’s evidence against Miss Chandler in exchange for a lesser sentence for
his participation in the crime.
 
He
admitted that he not only provided Chandler with the drugs, but he took her to
your house, Nikki, and watched as she planted the drugs.
 
Of course nobody really believes that.
 
He more than likely planted the drugs while
Chandler watched, but that’s Chandler’s problem now.
 
The point is, Melanie Chandler has been
arrested and, as your attorney is on his way over here now to inform you, all
charges against you have been dropped.”

Nikki jumped on Daniel and he slung her on
top of his lap, holding her tightly.
 
She
was so happy she could hardly contain her glee.
 
But Daniel was relieved.
 
He was
so relieved, in fact, that, to Nikki’s astonishment, he was actually crying.
 
And not just tearing up, either.
 
Daniel was sobbing.

And it was Nikki, barely able to function herself,
who pulled him into her little arms.

EPILOGUE

Nikki stood behind her desk in the busy
newsroom at the Gazette, and placed the last of her personal items into the
small cardboard box that sat on her desk.
 
By the time she had the box in her arms and was heading for the exit,
the newsroom was bustling with activity as if nothing monumental was going
on.
 
But it was monumental for
Nikki.
 
She thought she had found a
kindred spirit when Luke came onboard.
 
She thought her journalistic style had finally found a safe place in his
hands.
 

But as she walked and saw Luke staring from
behind the plate glass window of his office, she knew that there were no safe
place in any hand of his.
 
Melanie had
told it all, according to Nikki’s attorney Lewis Hirsh. She had admitted that,
yes, she wanted her revenge on Daniel Crane, but Luke Finley was right there
with her every step of the way.
 
She
didn’t implicate him in any crime, but she did implicate him morally.
 
He was obsessed with Nikki, she had
said.
 
And approved everything she did to
get Nikki away from Daniel.
 
He even kept
silent when he suspected that Melanie was the one behind planting those drugs.
 
Nikki’s freedom was on the line, and he
remained silent.
 
Which, for Nikki, was
unforgiveable.

As she walked past his office door, he
stepped out.

“I never took you for a quitter,” he
said.
 

Nikki looked at him and then she smiled.
 
“And I took you for a friend,” she said.
 
“So I guess we both were wrong.”
 

She looked at him longer, as if she could
bring herself to tell him what she truly felt, but she didn’t even bother.
 
It wasn’t worth it.
 
He
wasn’t
worth it.

She kept walking toward the exit.
 
But as she passed the discard bin, the huge
trash can for reporters to place all unwanted documents and other sensitive
materials in need of shredding, she stopped.
 
She looked at the cardboard box in her arms, a box filled with her
personal effects, such as the nameplate they gave her, some old newspapers,
other memorabilia of her time as a Gazette reporter.
 
And she tossed it.
 
Everything in it.
 
She threw it all away.
 
Daniel had said he would give her her own
newspaper to run if she wanted it.
 
She
wasn’t on anybody’s begging list, he made clear.
 
And that was how she felt.
 
Free.
 
Working for the Gazette now, for Luke, would be like working for the
enemy.
 

She walked out of that building without
looking back.