Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
She works her clit, soft, then down, and back, down and back.
“It’s...” She groans but not in an edge-of-pleasure sort of way. “Just forget it.”
“No fucking way,” I bark back, applying pressure to the backs of her fingers with my own. “Try this.”
I guide her back to her hard little stubborn nub. “Eyes on me.”
I work her fingers with mine, harder than she did, faster, then slower, watching her body, feeling her shift and melt. Her lids flutter, once. Twice.
More pressure, more sounds of that glorious wetness, that fucking scent.
“Daddy thinks you’re the prettiest good girl he’s ever seen.”
More wetness.
Now we’re talking.
I mesh my fingers with hers now, so her silky wetness seeps between our digits as I stroke up and down, then work that clit like it needs.
Hard. Grinding it. “You like being on display for me, don’t you?”
She answers with a little chirp as she starts to move her fingers faster under mine. Finding that spot, that sensation.
“There we go. Put Daddy’s fingers where they feel good, baby. Don’t be ashamed. I love watching you.”
A moan. I keep her eyes on mine, my dick ready to snap in two, but I don’t stop. Don’t break our eye contact.
“Oh God.” She starts to twitch, fingers twined together, working a little, demanding circle.
“Right there? I’ll remember that special spot for next time. It will be Daddy’s lips down here, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To know how that feels…”
That’s it.
Her orgasm hits. It’s not a twisting, bucking, life changing cataclysmic one, but I’ll take it. For now.
I open the box, swipe frosting onto my fingers, and press them to her lips.
She licks them clean, dazed.
“I brought you a cupcake,” I say as her focus returns.
“From that bakery that’s always sold out by the time I get there?”
I nod. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll hook you up. I got connections in this town.”
I stand up, lean over and kiss her temple.
“I could stay,” I whisper. “But if I do, I won’t stop. And you’re worth waiting for.”
All of that is true, but there’s something else. I want her trust. I want her to realize her pussy is a masterpiece and I can’t wait to hang my hat there for the rest of my life, so to speak, but she’s so much more.
I want it all with this fucking girl, but I need her to understand that. Down to her marrow. I’m not here for a fuck, I’m here for a life. I’ll know when she’s ready. Until then, it’s blue balls and frustration for this cowboy.
“Now, be a good girl and lock the fucking door behind me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“It’s broken…” I hear her say, and my phone is already in my hand, calling in a favor.
“What’s up, Sheriff?” Jimmy Burns the locksmith in town answers.
“I need the best digital, wifi, blue tooth whatever locks you got. Installed, first thing in the morning…”
“Sure, chief, you’re putting locks on the cabin?”
“No, somewhere else, I’ll text you the address.”
I leave. Because Daddies are patient.
Six
Colt
I’ve been watching her for three hours.
From my truck across from Logan’s office, I’ve had a perfect line of sight. Watched her arrive this morning, pour coffee, add that oat milk she drinks. Watched her help Mrs. Patterson sort out her meds. Watched her laugh once, at something Logan said.
Now I’m tracking her afternoon rounds through binoculars. Totally normal sheriff behavior. Nothing psychotic about a little tactical observation of the woman you’re planning to marry.
“Jesus Christ, Colt.” A voice vibrates through the passenger window where my brother Cade’s stupid smiling face is staring at me.
He taps on the passenger window. I’m so distracted, I didn’t see his creeping ass sneaking up on me. I hit the button and roll the window down against my better judgment
“You stalking someone or casing the place?”
“Working,” I grunt.
“That what we’re calling it?” He slides into the passenger seat without asking. “The pretty nurse got you acting like a damn teenager.”
“Medical assistant.”
“Right. That makes this completely rational.” He steals my binoculars and peers toward Wildfire Home Health. “Which one is she again?”
I snatch them back. “Get out of my truck.”
“You’re fully gone,” Cade says, kicking his boots up on my dash like he’s staying. “You bringing her to Sunday brunch, or just gonna lurk until she files a restraining order?”
“Get your fucking dirty ass boots off my dash.” I reach over and shove his legs down. It’s my brother Beau’s turn to host Sunday brunch this week, but the image of Emery at the kitchen table nearly knocks the breath out of me. I picture her next to me, smiling at my brothers, nodding along like she belongs.
And she does. She would. She belongs next to me for the rest of my life.
“Haven’t asked her yet.”
Cade raises a brow. “Haven’t asked or haven’t worked up the balls?”