“I kinda do have an idea now,” she yawns. “I can’t believe I called you Daddy.”
“If you recall, youalsocalled me Daddy when I picked you up from Wrinley’s apartment. Although, I think you were joking with that one.”
“I was definitely joking, but also trying to antagonize you a little. It was Wrinley’s idea and I went with it. She said she could see how I was looking at you. That I liked you. She got this not so brilliant idea that you needed a little push,” she winces. “I’m sorry.”
“You like me, huh?” I smirk. “Did you like calling me Daddy?”
A blush creeps into her cheeks at the mention of it. “It was hot, but I don’t know if I’d want to call you Daddy all the time. In the bedroom, I’m definitely a fan.”
I lean down to kiss her again, this time on those soft lips of hers. “That’s fine, baby. I’ll be your Daddy whenever you need, or want, me to be.”
Arabella
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
My eyes snap open to the sound of a very aggressive pounding at the door. I glance at my phone to check the time and see it’s morning. The plan was to go back to Ryker’s, but as soon as I stood from the bed, he ordered me back under the covers and made me come three more times like it’s his mission to make up for every orgasm I missed out on with previous partners. Needless to say, my vagina–she’s sore. We quickly passed out in each other’s arms and here we are.
“Are you expecting someone?” Ryker asks with a raised eyebrow.
“ARABELLA! OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”
Shit. It’s my fucking mother. What the fuck is she doing here? More importantly, how did she get here? She’s not supposed to drive and she leaves the house so little these days, she could easily classify as a hermit.
“What is she doing here?” I jerk upright, clutching the sheet tight to my chest like she’ll see me if I don’t. He was inside me, more than once, last night andnowI’m shy?
This is karma–it has to be–she’s coming for me because I’m doing the dirty with my mom’s ex. What a fucking bitch.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “What have I done?”
Ryker regards me with sympathy, like he’s watching the struggle play out in my mind. It’s easy to forget that he knows her at all, let alone intimately, but at this moment I’d like to crawl into a hole and forget any of it is happening.
“Don’t do that. Don’t give her this kind of power over you. She doesn’t deserve it.” Then he stands and walks around thebed, pulling me to stand and holding my cold hands with his warm ones. “Now put some pants on and see what she wants.” He follows his little pep talk with a swat on my bare ass and proceeds to pull his on as well.
“Will you wait here for me?” I plead.
He chuckles. “Where am I going to go? I’m a little old to be climbing out windows because we got caught byMom.” The emphasis he put on the wordmomdoesn’t escape me.
“How are you so calm right now?”
He pauses for a split second. “Because I don’tactuallygive a fuck if she knows. I’m not ashamed of you or what’s happening between us. It’s been over between your mom and I for a long time. And frankly, it’s none of her goddamn business,” he asserts nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal. “I’ll tell her myself if you want.”
How is he this good? I love that he isn’t embarrassed by me or whateverthisis, and I wouldn’t be either–except this is my mother. I don’t need any more judgment than she already tosses my way.
“No,” I say, pressing my palms gently to his bare chest. “I really don’t want to deal with that drama right now. I’ll find out what she wants and get rid of her.”
He nods and I shuffle through the bedroom door, shutting it behind me.
Her incessant knocking continues as I brace myself to open the door. “Coming.” I’m already here, but sometimes every second helps when I’m dealing with her.
When I open the door, I’m shocked to see my mother adorned with a styrofoam neck brace. “Mom,” I gasp. “You’re in a neck brace? What happened to you? And how did you even get here? You know you’re not supposed to be driving.”
I worry about her constantly, but it’s exhausting being her daughter and I’ve been strangely occupied and distracted.Although, Iwill notbe sharing with her the reason for my distraction–who just happens to be in the other room with his dick covered in my cum. I give my head a quick shake.
Nope. Not going there.
“Arabella,” she starts. “This is what happens when you don't come when I need you. I haven’t seen you in too long. Thank god it wasn't worse. What if I'd died in my sleep? You’d never know because you never come to see me.”
Fuck. Okay, so we’re going on a guilt trip today. I did not pack for this.
