I smirk back at her, my hands still firmly holding her up by gripping tightly onto her ass.
My dick stands to attention the same as it always does when she’s close by, touching her’s only a bonus.
“The first of many I plan on giving you,” I say, winking at her which makes her already pink cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.
“That so huh,” she asks.
“If you’ll let me.”
I let Mabel back down onto the floor as I felt her wiggling for me to do so. I could have held onto her for hours like that,if she’ll let me.
I really hope she will let me.
Twenty-seven
Mabel
New problem discovered.
I don’t have a single thing to wear on Saturday now. I planned on just wearing some denim shorts, a flannel and my Cowboy boots for the festival, however, now someone has decided to ask me and my daughter on a date.
Fuck my life.
Ellie hasn’t stopped going on and on about it, and I won’t lie when I say I wasn’t sad when she went to bed.
I mean I get it; Maverick is completely new andexciting to her. I know she isn’t silly, I know she can sense there is something between me and him.
Him asking us on this date has definitely confirmed that to her.
She hasn’t really ever asked about her father, but I know she doesn’t want me to be sad and alone.
She’s mentioned on numerous occasions to me over the years that she wants me to fall in love, what I failed to tell her, was that I was very much in love, he just wasn’t there.
But now he is, because he came back.
Admitting defeat and taking the plunge on the one person, I knew could help in this situation, I reach for my phone in my pocket.
Springfield Angels <3
Me; Need some help ladies! x
I wait patiently for a reply. It isn’t late, I know they’ll still be both awake.
Seconds go by as I hear my phone vibrate in front of me, screen lighting up.
Iris; What’s up girl?
Me; I need a new outfit...
Hope; Since when do you care about what you wear?
And here we go.
I bite my lip and start to type, awaiting the Calvary to either be on their way, or on the phone.
Me; Since Maverick asked me and Ellie to the fair on Saturday...
As soon as I press send on the message, my phone starts to ring for a group facetime. I brace myself before answering, knowing what’s about to come; screaming, and lots of it.
