“You’re not. It… it’s true. Do you mind if—“ I pointed at the couch, and she shook her head. I sat down, and she walked a little closer and stopped.
“Do you mind if I go change really quick? I didn’t really dress for, umm, company.” Her pretty, milky skin brightened to a flushed pink. “If you want, you can put those in the fridge, so nothing goes bad.”
“Shit.” I looked at the bags on the ground. “Thanks. Are you sure?”
“Yeah… talking… I don’t know. This is nice. I mean, unless you need to leave.”
“I actually need to figure out where to stay for the next couple of days.” I shook my head. “I’ll look at the hotel in town.”
“Oh! It’s booked,” she shared. My eyes widened, and she chewed on her lip. “I kinda looked it up after I booked this place.”
“Why?”
“For my friends. In case they wanted to come to Sugarloaf.”
“You didn’t wanna share the space?”
“If it was just with my girls, I wouldn’t have minded. But two of them recently started relationships.”
“Oh.”
“I figured they might want their… privacy.”
“Right.”
“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t… don’t go anywhere, yeah?” That made the blood in my body warm up and start to travel down as my cock started to slowly thicken.
“Promise,” I said and meant it.
Fuck me! I wasn’t sure what I’d ever done to have the princess-looking woman in front of me asking me to stay, but I wasn’t going to mess it up. Not when every damn molecule in my body from head to toe was yelling at me that she was mine.My sweet princess.
A princess who was bringing out a side of me I hadn’t known existed. A protective, needy asshole who wanted to do nothing but make her smile as he greedily basked in her attention. A daddy.
6.Ember
Irushed into the room and opened the luggage I’d packed and wanted to yell!
Why hadn’t I packed anything semi-cute!?
Because I never planned I’d meet someone whom I would want to dress up for!
After almost tossing the entire luggage on the ground, I decided to relax. He’d already seen me in my pajamas, and there wasn’t any way I’d missed the way his eyes liked what they saw. I pulled on an oversized baby-blue sweater Tabitha had given me for my birthday that she said was the exact shade of my eyes. The thing was huge and went past mid-thigh, barely letting the bottom of the satin sleep shorts peek through. I tossed everything back into my luggage and shut it before I stepped out and went to look for him.
I didn’t have to look too far. I found him sitting on the couch, two mugs of what looked like steaming hot chocolate with whipped cream sat on the coffee table.
“Hope you don’t mind. I picked up hot chocolate but used your whipped cream.”
“I don’t. That looks really good.” I pointed, shyly approaching the man.
“Sit with me?” he asked, and something inside me wanted to do anything that would please him.What the hell is wrong with me?I sat down next to him, and he handed me the mug.
“Thanks,” I said. “So, have you thought about what you’re going to do?”
“Honestly?” I nodded. His eyes left mine as they glanced outside. “Snow’s coming down hard, and as much as I really don’t want to stay with Tiffany?—“
“Your sister?”
“Yeah, older sister,” he clarified. “I might not have another choice. Seems this storm is a blizzard. I looked up the hotels in the area, and you were right. Everything is booked solid.”
