Page 73 of Finding Little Fiera

Mace went utterly still, pride and protectiveness tightening through him at the sight of his brave girl. The wind tangled her curls around her face and plastered her shirt to her breasts in a way that stole his breath.

A fierce claiming rose in his chest. This woman was his.

Turning Giddy, he rode to their cabin as fast as he could without scaring Fiera. If his girl was going to be a foreman’s wife—and she was—he’d have to get her more accustomed to being on the back of a horse.

But that was for later. Right now, he needed to get his firefly naked and show her what wanting someone really meant.

“Let’s get you down and see what Daddy can do about all that wanting,” he said as he helped her dismount.

“That sounds like a plan, Daddy,” she said and skipped into the cabin.

He tied off Giddy’s reins and followed her, grinning as he stalked after her, feeling every bit like a predator chasing his Little prey. His dick had been hard the second Fiera had snuggled her sweet ass against him when he’d mounted Giddy. But that was nothing compared to the throbbing need he felt now.

Visions of the night before, the sounds she’d made when his face was planted between her thighs, and when she’d come on his tongue filled his head. All he wanted was to do it again and again before sinking his cock deep in her pussy.

He wasn’t interested in a quick romp in the hay. Lasting relationships took time. But they needed to both be on the same page. They both had to believe what they’d started had a chance of lasting. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he had to figure out how to make her see that.

For now, he entered the cabin… to find the main room empty. He walked to his bedroom, his heart pounding hard enough to shake the air in his lungs. He found her standing by the window. Crossing to her, he took her hips in his hands and pulled her to him. “Let’s see… I believe you have three strikes for today already, don’t you?”

Her mouth dropped open, but the twinkle in her eye told a different story. “Daddy! That can’t be right. Why do I have three strikes?”

He loved this part of being a Daddy. Those “funishment” times. All the fun without the angst. “Well, let’s see. Strike one was when you told that fib at breakfast.”

“What fib?”

Right on cue, she pulled the “butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth” look. Little minx. “The fib about running into Sadie and the others by accident.”

She gasped, “But, Daddy! Why would you think that was a fib?”

“Well, it might be that they were saving a place for you. But it was probably that I overheard you talking to her about meeting this morning when you were supposed to be making your bed.”

“Daddy!” she said. “It’s rude to listen to people’s conversation.”

“That’s true, but it’s very naughty to fib to your Daddy.” She giggled. He had the best time with his little firefly. She was just fun to be around.

“Okay. But that’s only one. How did I get strike number two?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, or at least he tried to. He hadn’t had this much fun in… he couldn’t remember when.

“I believe I told you to be at the art tent on time. But you didn’t do that, did you?”

“No, Daddy, but that wasn’t my fault!”

“Do tell.”

“Well, I wanted to go straight to the art tent, but everyone else wanted to take the scenic route. I couldn’t abandon my friends, could I?”

“Of course not. Just like I can’t abandon my duty to hold you accountable for not minding Daddy.”

“Hmph!” She stuck out her lip and crossed her arms just like he had. “That still doesn’t make three strikes.”

Ah, his firefly thought she had him. “Strike number three is for saying bad things about yourself and your painting. Are you allowed to talk down about my Little girl?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy. But that’s a hard one. I think I should get a second chance.”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll give you three more chances. But that will be tomorrow. Today you’re getting your butt spanked.”

He lunged for her, purposefully missing. She squealed and ran to the main room. He chased her around the couch and then around the kitchen table. She made a dash for the door, and he caught her, snatching her off her feet and tossing her over his shoulder.