“Why am I so tired?”
“You’re probably dropping. Being tired is pretty common, especially after an intense scene like that. You should feel good as new after a good night's sleep.”
Her mouth opens in a wide yawn.Do not imagine your cock in her mouth right now.“Okay, Daddy. I’m dressed. Let’s go.”
Now I’m full on laughing. “Your hoodie is backwards. Come here.” She wobbles towards me and I change my mind. “You know what, nevermind. It’s fine the way it is. Stay by my side and hold on to me while we head to the car, in case you feel unsteady.”
Less than a minute after we’re in the car, she’s asleep again. Every red light we stop at on the way home, I can’t help but stare at her. She’s so breathtaking, it hurts and that beauty is more than physical. She’s just as beautiful on the inside, too.
Thankfully, by the time we’re pulling into the parking garage, she’s rousing. “Hey sweet, girl. Sleep well?”
“Mmhmm. I’m ready to get in bed so we can snuggle, though,” she says mid-yawn with a suspiciously flirtatious eyebrow raise.
“I hate to break it to you, but there will be no sexy cuddles tonight. Only sleep.”
“You’re telling me you’d turnall thisdown? I bet that third leg you have down there wouldn’t.”Did she just wink at me?I’m addicted to this playful side of her.
“Oh, he’ll be interested,” I assure her. “There just won’t be much he can do about it after the workout you gave him tonight.”
She actually laughs. A full belly laugh and I wish she could see herself how I see her, because she’s magnificent. I don’t know how I’ve lived this much of my life without her in it. It’s because ofher, I’m alive for the first time.
Arabella
I’ve never been more ready to sleep. In fact, I could sleep for a week and still not be fully rested. He was right. I wasnotprepared, mentally or emotionally, for what he had planned. But I loved every second of it.
I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so seen as when Ryker looks at me like he's seeing straight into my soul. He makes me feel beautiful, despite my curves and imperfections. He makes me feel like I’m enough while also making me want to be a better person.
Kicking off my shoes, and pulling my clothes off, piece by piece, dropping them like crumbs on the way to the bedroom, my thoughts drift to my mother. I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore and I don’t know if I can wait until her birthday, despite my original plan. Maybe I’ll call her tomorrow.
“Are you really going to leave that trail of clothes crumbs from the door to the bed? You know I don’t need the clues, right? I can find you just fine.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whine. “I’m just so tired. I’ll pick them up tomorrow. I promise.”
“Damn right, you will. Now, get in,” he orders, tapping the bed he’s already in, somehow.
Crawling in beside him, I nuzzle tightly into his chest. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, my sweet girl.”
We lay there for a few minutes, and I’m already drifting off to sleep, when I hear something.
“Did you hear that?” I smack his chest to wake him. “I think there's someone at the door.”
59
Ryker
I’m beginning to wonder if this night isn’t actually going to end in me sleeping as I unlock the door. Who the fuck is bothering us this late. Pulling the door open, my words fail me as I see her.
Christine fucking Bradley.
What. The. Fuck.
“You’re probably wondering how I know where you live.”Pretty much. “Well… after you stopped by, I wanted to talk to my daughter. In person. I went to that club of yours, since you said she works for you. Aren’t you quite the little sinner, putting yoursexclub in an old church. How come you never told me you were kinky, Ryker?”
My stomach turns at the insinuation. Our sex life was basic at best.
“Are you telling me you were stalking your own fucking daughter, Christine?”
