I whimper, my fingers rubbing deeper. I slip two of them inside myself, curling them how I imagine he would.
"Is this what you wanted?"He murmurs against my ear."My hands on you? My fingers working your pretty little pussy?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, Daddy, please?—"
"Please what, little girl?"
"Please let me come. Please, I need?—"
"I love when you beg, baby."
His approval makes me moan, my whole body wound tight, right on the edge. I rub my clit, chasing it, desperate…
"Now,"he growls."Come for me now."
And I explode.
The orgasm rips through me, my back arching into the frothy bubbles, my inner walls clenching around my fingers.
I cry out, and the word that spills from my lips is the one I've been thinking all week: "Daddy…"
It echoes off the tile, loud in the quiet cabin. I ride out the aftershocks, trembling, gasping, and completely wrecked.
When I finally come back to myself, the bathwater has gone lukewarm and my limbs feel like jelly.
I lie there for a long while, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard.
He has to know it's me by now. The valentines, the way I respond to him, the things I said today—it's all pointing directly at me like a neon sign. And he's not stupid. Far from it.
But denial can be a bitch.
The question is: what's he going to do about it?
I haul myself out of the tub and wrap up in my robe, heading to the kitchen on unsteady legs. My stationery is still on the table where I left it this morning.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
After practice all of the girls are going to MacKenzie’s house for a sleep over.
I sit down at the table and pull a blank card toward me.
This one needs to be perfect. I'm not going to tell him who I am—that feels too safe, too easy. I’ll ask him to meet me somewhere.
I want him to choose this. I want him to show up not because he knows it's the girl he's been flirting with all week, but becausethe words I've written have gotten under his skin so deep he can't stay away.
Tomorrow night, I'll be waiting, hoping against hope that the fire captain is brave enough to come claim what he wants.
I pick up my pen and start to write.
CHAPTER 5
IKE
Tonight. 7:30. Bear Creek Tavern.
Come find out who wants to be your valentine, Captain.
— Hopefully Yours
