Page 21 of Obsessed Daddy
“Your cock is hard.” She smiles and scrubs her hand over the top of my bulge. “Picking flowers really does it for you, huh?”
I laugh and lean into her forehead for a kiss. “That, or it’s the little girl that keeps bending over in that short, pink, little dress,” I groan. “This is the last time you’re leaving the house in that.”
Bouquet of flowers in her hand, she grins and shakes her head before running through the field toward the truck. “What happens if I don’t listen?”
“I’m starting to think you like your punishments,” I growl, stalking behind her, happier than I’ve ever fucking been.
“I do!” she shouts back, a laugh in her throat as she crosses the gravel road toward the woods, the moonlight guiding the way.
With morning, reality will come, and I know full well folks will have plenty to say about what happened tonight, but right now, in the darkness, life is perfect, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second.
Chapter Nine
Bella
“Where are you?” my friend Pepper whispers as I disarm the alarm and sneak out of the house I was trying to sneak into two days ago.
The wind blows cool and unexpectedly across the lake, raising goosebumps on my arms. “I’m on my way to get my bike.”
“Your bike?” she says, pausing abruptly. “You’re going to have to be way clearer. It’s almost midnight, so why are you getting your bike?”
“I’m at the lake. I just left Clint’s lake house. We had sex, and then he said all these really nice things, took me back to the lake, we had cocoa, and we painted. Well, I painted, and he just watched me.”
“Like… a weirdo,” her voice raises, “or like he sweetly watched you? Also…you had sex with him?”
“I know,” I whisper, though my excitement is seeping through with every syllable. “It was great, like the best experience of my life. He just took me… like he needed my body, and yeah, the sweet kind of watching. The kind where he just wanted to be in my space, watching me do something that I love.” I shift the phone on my shoulder as I creep down the porch steps, needing my hands for the railings. “He thinks I’m asleepnext to him right now. That’s why I’m being so quiet. If he knew I was sneaking out, I don’t know what he’d do.”
“Wait,” she stumbles over her words as though she’s trying to wrap her head around everything, “so you’re running away from him? You just said the sex was amazing, and he’s so sweet. This doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. Are you okay? I’m worried about you.”
“Yes!” I shout, angry with myself. “I’m going home. He’s everything, Pepper. For a girl like me… he’s everything. When I do the weird things I do, he just smiles. When I need help, he just helps me. And the way he looks at me—” My pussy throbs so hard that I can’t finish that thought.
“So, then what’s the problem. Clearly you have a good thing going. You can’t run out in the middle of the night and expect everything to be fine the next morning.”
That’s… a fair point.
“I just checked the tracker. My sister is at my mom’s house. They’ve both been texting me all night. They’re worried and I need to tell them where I was before they send out a search party.”
Pepper swallows so hard I hear the gulp slide down over the sound of the wind. “Jeez, girl. I’d give anything for Nathan to take me like that. I mean, we have sex, but, I don’t know, tonight was awful.”
“What happened?”
“Oh,” she sighs, “another fight. Afterwards I talked to my family about possibly waiting another six months, and then they hit me with so many questions I wasn’t prepared to answer that I pulled my comment back immediately. So, now… I’m trying to figure my life out.”
“Figure life out how?” I ask, jumping on the bike I left leaned against a mossy coated pine two days ago.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Right now, I’m wondering if the circus has any openings. I’ve always liked beards. Maybe I should grow one. Do people still pay to see bearded women?”
I chuckle as another cool breeze blows my hair back away from my face, with it a woodsy scent that reminds me of Clint. Every part of me wants to turn around and cuddle back into the warmth of his enormous frame. “You shouldn’t have to run. You’re not asking permission. You’re telling them the truth.”
The second I say the words, I know I should take my own advice. No one else runs my life. I do. If I have feelings for Clint, I should tell the truth. I don’t need to run.
“I know,” Pepper sighs. “I just… I don’t know what I’m thinking anymore. I’ll figure it out, though. You… you need to take your own advice.”
“I was just thinking that.”
“Your sister will get over it. They broke up years ago, and you didn’t plan for this. Plus, she put you in this position. Had she left well enough alone or done it herself, you wouldn’t have even been involved.”
“None of that’s going to matter when she’s lecturing me,” I groan, pedaling toward my mom’s house. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for answering. I know it’s late and you’ve got a lot going on.”
