“We can help,” Liz said, darting past us to grab my duffle out of the trunk, along with a bag of Christmas gifts Andy had brought.
“And there’s wifi up there now, Andy,” Katie chimed in, grabbing a suitcase. “So we can show Jordan our vid—”
“No,” Andy interrupted, smoothly plucking the suitcase from her, confiscating the bag of gifts from Liz and passing it to me, and then snagging my duffle. “It was a long drive. Jordan and I need some downtime to unpack and get settled in.”
“Andwewant tohelpyou unpack and get settled in,” Liz said, reaching for more luggage.
“Nope,” Andy said, blocking her again. “We’re going to unpackalone, brat, but we’ll see you in the house for dinner later.”
“Dinner’s in anhour, Andy,” Liz said, smirking at him. “You sure that’s enough time for you and Jordan to—” she totally did air quotes, “—‘unpack’?”
“Quit it, brat,” he said, giving her a stern look as he grabbed the rest of our stuff. “That’s plenty of time for what we need to do.”
“Is it, though?” I asked, following him up the stairs. “You sure about that, Andy? Anhour?”
Behind me, I heard the girls giggling, but nope. Not going to think about teenagers speculating on my sex life. The hot look I got from Andy, on the other hand? I was already fucking spoiled by how he stretched everything out until I was completely wrecked, and an hour was definitely not enough for how that shit usually went down with him. But still, that look of his? It was making me not exactly hate the idea of fitting in something quick and dirty, either.
He dropped the bags he was carrying in the corner as soon as we were through the door, then grabbed the ones I’d brought up and tossed them there, too.
“Are you doubting me, petal?” he asked, backing me up against the door. “You don’t think I can give you what you need in an hour?”
“I mean, we should probably leave time to shower too, though, right?” I said, my dick thickening even more. “Don’t want to show up for dinner smelling like cum.”
“Did I say anything about coming?” He gave me a slow, dirty smile that made me want to start humping his leg. “If I remember correctly, sweetheart, all I promised you was a spanking.”
That wasn’tallhe’d promised me. There had also been all that happily-ever-after stuff and that part about loving me, too, but I couldn’t think about that right now, because it was still too big and I didn’t know what to do with it. Which was why… fuck. I really did need him to spank me.
Well, ideally, spank meandmake me come, because it was hot the other way, too, but what, I was supposed to have dinner with his parents sporting a hard on?
I ground it against him, hoping he’d get the message. Which of course he did… and still managed to remind me who was in charge.
He pinned my hips to the door, holding me still. “You brought that blue sweater. It will hide it.”
Shit. He was just making me harder now.
“Daaaadddddy...” I whined, sounding like a needy bitch who couldn’t hold it together, because apparently that’s exactly what I was. So fucking wound up with nerves all day that if he didn’t do something about it, I really would fall apart.
Fuck, I was a lot of work.
The thing was, though, Andyknewthat, and he’d still dropped the ILY bombshell… and since it wasAndy, I even believed him. Figured I was lucky as fuck that somehow he loved me despite all that shit I’d dumped on him in the car, despite knowing I was a fuck up, despite how much goddamn work it was for anyone to put up with my shit.
But what if it wasn’t despite any of that?
What if it wasbecauseof it?
My heart started to race. And of course Andy would never say that shit about me inthosewords, but if he actually got off on me being so damn needy, just like I got off on him taking charge? If I wasn’t imagining the way his eyes flared with heat and his cock—jammed up against my hip and just as hard as mine was—pulsed between us like he was close to going off, too, the minute I started to whine? If him being Daddy wasn’t something he was going to get sick of, but something he actually needed, too?
Then... fuck. That would mean I could stop worrying about which future fuck up of mine would be the last straw, the one that made him change his mind, the one that ended “permanent.” And not just keep shoving those worries down deep where I could avoid them most of the time, but actually…stop.
“Oh shit,” I breathed out, something stupidly hopeful unfurling inside my chest.
“Language,” Andy said, spinning me around to face the door and delivering three hard swats to my ass that had me grinding against it, panting for more. “When are you going to learn, baby?”
I justhadlearned something, though, and fuck if it didn’t make everything he did to me suddenly feel ten times hotter… which just made it ten times more urgent for me to actually come.
I tried to twist around to face Andy so I could talk him into letting me, but my efforts just made him pin me more firmly against the door. And fuck, that just made me even hornier, turning me downright desperate.
“Andy, fu-udge, I need—” I started to say, cutting myself off with a sharp inhale that turned into a porntastic moan when he spanked me again, another three sharp smacks that fuckingburned, so damn good, even through my jeans.
