Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
"You're too good to me," I tell him because I never want him to doubt that. I'm not leaving today or even tomorrow, but I need him to know that for when the time comes.
"Baby girl.” He sighs and shakes his head. “I'm not too good for you. Never think that. You keep the bar high and make sure that I'm reaching it."
"Is that an order, Daddy?"
"It is," he says and returns my smile. His eyes crinkle at the edges, and it makes my heart feel full. "Right now, we're not in a rush to go anywhere.” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be."
"Really?" I'm playing with fire, but hearing these things from him is addictive. He makes me feel desired and needed, and I know he’s not trying to use me. I’m sure some people might say that he’s only interested in sex, but I doubt it would be difficult for him to find a willing woman if that’s all he wanted. One that has a whole lot more experience and a hell of a lot less baggage.
"Why would you think otherwise?"
"You have a life and a job," I remind him, and he shrugs.
"All I do is work. It's that or working around here, and to be honest, I avoid home more often than not."
"I love your home. There is history to it." There’s an energy here that feels comforting and lived in. Like it’s the kind of life you want to remember.
"There is history to it. That's why I wanted to keep it." His smile falters. "It was once a home for a family. Now the silence here can be louder than when I'm standing in the middle of the emergency room."
I run my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, wanting to comfort him for a change. "You're making it your home. You'll get there."
"You’re right, I’m getting there." His hands go to my ass, and when he lifts me off my feet, my legs automatically wrap around him. "This place is far from quiet when I've got my mouth on you."
I shouldn't be blushing because Wynn has seen every part of me at this point. I’ve also been calling him Daddy. Yet somehow he still makes me feel shy.
"Am I that loud?" I cringe a little.
"Don't do that. I told you I want to hear you."
"Those were words, not moans," I laugh as he carries me through the house. "Where are we going?"
"I lit candles in the bathroom. I thought since I dirtied you up, the least I could do was get you clean."
"You love when I smell like you." He'd told me that when he came on me and rubbed it in. It was like he was marking me, but I suppose it could have just been dirty talk.
"I do,” he says and brushes his mouth over mine. "Now I can do it all over again."
I press my mouth to his, ready to savor every moment. My memories are the one thing no one can take from me. Whether I want them there or not.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
WYNN
There’s a feeling I can’t shake. Last night after I gave Kate a bath and we went to bed, I knew something was wrong. She acted like everything was fine, but I know she’s plotting her next move. And it’s without me. She’s going to run, and I know it’s because she thinks she’s putting me in danger.
It made it impossible to sleep, so I stayed awake all night and made plans. Ones that will ensure that she doesn’t try and do something stupid, like leaving me to keep me safe.
While I was doing that, the power came back on. The roads are clear now too, which means there’s no reason for me to make her stay. Other than to keep her father and his people from finding her and locking her away somewhere I can’t find her.
The sun isn’t up yet, but I’ve waited long enough. There’s enough light from the moon that I can see every inch of her naked body as I roll her on her back and spread her legs.
“Daddy,” she says sleepily as I kiss the inside of her thighs.
“I’m getting you ready, baby girl.”
She mumbles something like she’s still half asleep as I lick the seam of her pussy and part her lips with my tongue. I’m so addicted to her taste that as soon as I get it, my mouth waters.
It doesn’t take me long to work her to the edge, and when I suck on her clit, she cums with the sweetest little moan. It’s not until I’m climbing up her body that she blinks a few times like she just woke up.
“I was dreaming about you,” she says sleepily. “But it turns out that it was real.”