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Then he gently closed the door.
Sage watched him circle the front of the truck. Snow caught in his dark hair and dusted the shoulders of his black leather trench coat. The hem flapped behind him like a cape in the wind, his black Stetson pulled low. He looked like something carved out of the old West — a tall, steady trail boss who could lead anyone safely through the storm.
I love you. I love you so much it hurts.
He climbed in. The big F-350 rocked under his weight. He turned to her, those soft grey eyes steady and warm in the glow of the dashboard lights.
“You okay, princess?”
“Yeah.” She swallowed hard. “I’m… yeah.”
He waited, patient as ever, his massive frame filling the driver’s seat, giving her all the time she needed.
“I need…” Her voice caught as the streetlight caught on her lip ring. “Never mind.”
“Sage, baby… what’s wrong, my love?”
Tears slipped free. She smiled through them, wiping at her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just… sometimes I feel like this is all a dream. Like I’m going to wake up back at some random truck stop, starving, or back with him.”
She shivered.
Suddenly she was moving — lifted clean into his lap as if she weighed nothing, wrapped up in those huge, safe arms.
“Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair, holding her close. “It’s not a dream.”
She buried her face against his neck and held on tight. “Are you sure?”
She felt his smile against her hair as his big hand rubbed slow, soothing circles up and down her back. “Yeah, I’m sure. But if you want, I can run a little test.”
She pulled back, curious, trying not to smear what was left of her makeup. “How?”
His hands slid down, cupping the thick, soft flesh of her ass and squeezing possessively.
“Mmm, Daddy… I’m not sure this helps my dream theory — ouch!”
Cal laughed low and warm as she rubbed the spot he’d just pinched.
“See, babe? Not dreaming.” That blushing grin of his made her knees weak and her mouth water.
Oh, I’m definitely getting you back for that, babe.
She gave him her sweetest, most innocent smile. “Okay, Daddy… let’s head home.”
He nodded as she climbed back into her seat, started the truck, and pulled away from the curb.
For a minute the only sounds were the low rumble of the engine and the soft hush of snow against the windshield. Then Sage looked down at her ring nonchalantly and said, in that sweet, innocent voice she knew drove him crazy, “Daddy, your cum tastes delicious, by the way.”
The truck veered sharply into the other lane. Cal cursed under his breath, correcting with one big hand while the other gripped the wheel tighter.
It was quiet for a beat as he sat there stunned, slightly nervous.
Sage sat back, smug and glowing. “Daddy: zero. Princess: four.”
He groaned, half-laughing, half-desperate. “What am I gonna do with you?”
Fuck my brains out? Spank me for being a naughty little—
Sage just smiled sweetly. “I’ll think of something.”
