That’s right, Ryan, tell her how it’s going to be. There’s no way she’s dipping out tonight. I want every chance I can to get close to her. By the end of this weekend, I want to go to Ryan, confess how I feel for his sister, and ask for permission to date her. I would rather say marry but, not yet. That’s my end game.
Chapter 15
Jeremiah
Ijump out ofthe bed with renewed excitement. Tonight, Amberlee and I will be alone without Ryan and the kids interrupting.
Every time I tried to get close to her last night and pull her out of her shell, one of them interrupted.
It’s now or never. Amberlee has to know how I feel about her, if she doesn’t already with the amount of times I’ve hinted at it. I made a vow to myself when I found out she was moving to Fayetteville that I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers again.
I look over at the other bed, my sweet daughter a tangled mess in the covers as her hair lays haphazardly around her, knotted from going to bed without brushing it. She’s snoring softly, so I decide to let her rest a little longer while I shower.
Shutting the door behind me, I push down my pajama pants, letting them drop to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I reach into the shower and turn the water on, moving the knob to a comfortable temperature setting.
While I wait for it to warm up, I brush my teeth. It’s not long before steam billows out over the top of the shower curtain andfills the room. I run my hand along my chin, the coarse hairs of my light beard tickling my fingers. I debate shaving, then decide not to. It isn’t often that I have opportunities to let it grow out in the military.
I glance at myself one last time before stepping into the shower, picking up my sandalwood-scented body wash, and squirting a generous amount on my sponge. I lean forward, letting the water beat down on my back, easing my aching muscles from yesterday.
Images of Amberlee on the beach in the tiny bit of fabric covering her skin resurface in my mind. That perfect body that belongs to me. My cock aches at the memory of how the fabric clung to her breasts, her pebbled nipples pressing against it.
I drop the sponge as my hand drifts down, grasping my shaft, giving it a slight squeeze and tug. It immediately hardens in my hand as I let the water and soap aid my grip to move along my length.
I let my mind continue to replay images of Amberlee, the way her ass cheeks peeked out from under her bikini bottom, just begging for me to take a bite. A deep, husky growl works its way up my throat as my balls tighten.
My body erupts in heat as I stroke faster, not even caring that my groans have become louder. I let my head fall forward as I brace myself, my knees becoming weak. My breathing becomes more frantic with each movement. I give one more firm stroke and it’s all it takes for my orgasm to take over, and I groan. Thick ropes of cum coat the wall and floor of the shower, washing down the drain with the water.
“Daddy, are you okay? It sounds like you’re hurting,” Angel’s sweet voice drifts through the door.
Fuck!
“Yes, baby I’m fine.” My voice is ragged.
My daughter hearing me come was not how I wanted this morning to go.
“Are you sure? It sounds like you're hurt.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Daddy’s fine. Go find something to watch on TV until I’m done.”
She doesn’t respond and thank God for that. At least she didn’t just walk in the bathroom while I was mid stroke.
When Angel turned three, I sat her down and talked with her about how she had to knock before coming into my bathroom. She was getting older and I didn’t think it was appropriate for her to see me naked. My biggest fear is about having the discussion of sex with her, not to mention how I’m going to handle her getting her first period. It’s one of the best things about having Maddy close to her. Even when we weren’t stationed at the same base, Angel always knew she could call and talk to her about anything she didn’t feel comfortable discussing with me. My hopes are that Amberlee can be the new woman in her life, her mother figure.
I finish washing, then get out, pull the towel from the rack and dry off. It’s time to face the music. Looking around, I want to smack myself in the head. I didn’t bring my clothes in here. Picking up my sleep pants, I slip them back on, then check the shower, making sure there’s no evidence left behind of what I’ve done.
“Angel, time to shower. Just be careful, the floor’s slippery,” I tell her from the bathroom door.
“Okay.” She gets off the bed and walks over to the door, waiting for me to leave. I step back over to the shower, turn the water on to a heat I know is good for her and then leave her to wash.
I take the opportunity with her out of the room to change into some shorts and a tank top. We already made plans last night to head to the amusement park they have today. The kids areexcited for the rollercoaster. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that they are too little for it, but I know once they see the go carts, they’ll forget all about their disappointment.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pick my phone up from the nightstand where it is charging.
Me: Up showered and dressed. You?
Ryan: Yeah, Maddy’s in the shower now. RJ is dressed and ready to go.
Me: Amberlee?
