Daddy's Law (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 4)

by Olivia Fox

  I finally got a verbal response out of her, and it was robotic. Short statements. Like the words came from the most reptilian part of her brain.

  “My fault. I killed them. My fault.”

  I saw blood on a regular basis, but seeing Mia freckled with red spots on her face spooked me. Sure, I had seen a shit ton worse in Afghanistan, but like they told us in transition training, we didn’t have the liberty of having emotional reactions in battle. They warned us, once back in a relatively safe environment, the shit was likely to come back and bite us in the ass. Swell.

  Last night it was my job to reassure her it was not her fault—no idea if it was or not—and everything would be okay. But I didn't believe it myself. I didn’t see her being okay any time soon. Certainly not as a cop again. I had never seen anyone so tangibly broken, and I had seen a lot.

  It was hard not to pour a shot of something strong in my coffee—anything to burn away the sight of her sitting there, speckled with blood. I saw it every time I closed my eyes. Worse yet was this occupation could whittle down a mountain of courage and turn it into nothing more than a tiny bump.

  Exactly what it had done to Mia.

  I could hear her response, “I don't need your pity, Buck. Save it for someone who can use it.”

  At least the old Mia would've said such a thing. God knows what would become of the Mia I once knew.

  “Whelp, it’s a good start anyway, beginning with an apology for ripping the heads off her precious Barbies when she was only nine. She actually loved those things.”

  I didn’t hear her; just the notion of someone was saying something, like birdsong in the background.

  “Hey. You’re a million miles away.” She stood straddling my thigh and running her fingers through my hair. “Still thinking of last night?”

  I nodded slowly.

  “Let me get you a glass of OJ. Remember how you’d come over sometimes on the weekends and beg my mom to make you fresh-squeezed OJ?”

  “The best.”

  She set the glass on the counter for me, and I downed it in one gulp. “Thanks, sweetie.”

  She shook her head.

  “What?”

  “Oh, Buck, I’m the farthest thing from sweet. You know it. The whole town knows it. A letter here or there isn’t going to fix what people think of me.”

  “You’d be surprised how forgiving people can be if you give them a chance,” I said.

  “How did you get to be so levelheaded? So calm, cool, and collected all of the time?”

  I definitely wasn’t relaxed, or even human right now. Not with this urgent need to forget what I saw last night. Not with the dripping baton rammed up against my zipper. What it needed more than anything was Roxy’s pussy; it had been waiting ages for her.

  She took a step toward me, and her fingers skated over my face, arms, and chest. “If you knew what I was thinking right now,” I whisper hoarsely, “you wouldn’t think me calm or collected.” I watch as she peeled my T-shirt off of her, and placed it on the counter, revealing her two cherry-topped mounds to my hungry mouth.

  I exploded toward her like a wild beast, suckling her nipples into my mouth, raking my tongue up and down her tits. I consumed them, my hips pistoning the air, as if I was already inside her yearning pussy, forging it to my cock. “You want me to fuck you now, baby?”

  Roxy leaned back, tempting me to feast on her pretty mounds again, moaning.

  “The phrase you’re looking for is ‘Yes, Daddy,’” I command. “Are you ready to be a good girl, Roxy?”

  Her eyes were dilated as she whispered, her lips only millimeters from my mouth, “I’m ready to get on my knees for you Daddy and be a very good girl. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  I put a stop to her speech by crushing my mouth to hers, letting my tongue shove between those tempting lips.

  She made a whimpering sound, which went straight to my head, and finally, fucking finally, I pulled off her sweats and had her ready to fuck.

  I grabbed her ponytail and dragged her to the bedroom. “Time for my princess to get her reward, now isn’t it? You’re a very good girl remembering to write your sister a letter.”

  Easily, I tossed her on the mattress where she looked up at me. I was ready to get this fucking over with. It’d been years of waiting, and today I would finally gorge myself on her sweet pussy.

  I moved between her legs, concentrating on her clit, and she clamped her soft thighs around my neck. If she suffocated me now, I’d die a happy man.

  I used my tongue like a slippery, hard tool. Up, down, right, left, twirling, twirling, twirling relentlessly, pulling at it with my lips until she was clutching the sheets in her fists.

  “Oh… Buck. Oh God, don’t stop! You can’t… yes! Fuck me!” I continued to devour her, sliding my tongue around and working her clit with the pad of my thumb while shoving two fingers slowly inside of her. She thrust against them and shook uncontrollably, coming hard into my mouth.

  I licked at the juices like a cat licked up cream.

  “Fuck me, Buck. Fuck me, please, Daddy. I can’t wait any longer!”

  I whipped off my T-shirt and watched as her jaw dropped at the gladiator-defined muscles and soccer-ball-sized biceps.

  “While you were in the clink, baby, I did a lot of jacking off and working out.”

  “Please. There is no workout on the planet responsible for how swole you are there.” She pointed at the chimney protruding from between my legs, shoving against the fabric of my jeans.

  “He’ll be glad to be let out again.” I lifted my hand, slowly lowered my zipper, and watched as Roxy eyeballed my erection freeing itself, bursting out of my jeans and thumping against the slab of my abdomen with a “thwack.”

  “How come every time I see it, it seems bigger than I thought?” she said.

  “Just lucky I guess. Anyway, I believe I told you earlier if you begged for it I’d fuck you. Didn’t you just say, ‘Fuck me please, Daddy’?”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  I grabbed the root of my enormous manhood—every guy’s cock was a legend in his own mind, but I had too much substantiating evidence to believe anything else—and stroked, once, twice. A drop of moisture beaded at the tip. I swiped at it and fed it to her where she reclined on the bed, groaning as she sucked it greedily off my finger.

  She dropped her thighs open and began to touch her sweet, tight pussy while I stroked myself faster.

  “I’m going to get inside your sweet fucking cunt. I’ve waited too long!”

  I groaned between clenched teeth as the beefy tip of my erection plowed slowly between her slick folds. “Ahhh, God. You’re so warm. Hold tight, baby. This part is going to be difficult.” I shoved an inch inside, stretching her. “Ahhh, kitten. I’ve got so much cum saved up for you. I’m going to stockpile your ovaries.”

  Roxy’s legs clambered around on the mattress, her hips shifting, trying to find an easier way to cope with my massive, penetrating rod.

  “Wrap those sexy legs around me and hold tight, little girl. Daddy is going to take you for a fucking ride. Time to scream for me.”

  Fuck calm, cool, and collected. I became a beast feeding my need with my angel, both of my brutish hands shoving her knees open wide, hammering in and out of her, bouncing off her pelvis. “Sorry, sweetie. Daddy’s been lusting after you for so long. No way can I help myself,” I growled.

  “Tell me when it’s coming, Daddy. Tell me when you’re going to come. You’re so fucking huge inside me.”

  I thrust into her, stretching her out, but still only halfway in. I felt her start to clench around me. My back arched like I’d been occupied by a demon of desire—hips twisting of their own accord, snarling at her, and screwing her down harder.

  She climaxed, and it careened through her without warning. “So yummy, Daddy. So yummy,” she said while tugging at her nipples.

  I restrained her sexy ankles beside her ears and kissed each one of them while staring down at her eyes,
which reflected her tempestuous state. They were the color of the Pacific. I crammed myself balls deep into her four more times, my movements jerky. My roar of relief as her pussy clamped down on me made her scream out as well.

  I came into her for what seemed like minutes, the flood went on and on as I ground down into her, my cock shooting hot liquid. It spilled out of her, stickiness dripping down her thighs and ass, and still I pumped. “That’s right. Take it deep for Daddy, little one.”

  Every fine feature of her face was covered in my kisses before I pulled her onto my chest. “Come here, you. Just hug me and hold me until I go to sleep.”

  I’d swear until my dying day the sweetest sound I’d ever heard was Roxy falling asleep for a nap on my chest.

  She didn’t know it yet, but I planned on being her Daddy for the rest of my life. She was the only girl I’d ever wanted, and now I finally had her. I wasn’t letting her go anywhere.

  Chapter Seven

  Not sure what was worse, jail or Buck’s rules.

  Not only would I be writing letters to the offended members of my family and community, I would also be doing what Buck called “good deeds” around town. To begin, bake fifty—yes, fifty cupcakes for the residents of Conifer Bay, the assisted living facility where his parents lived.

  That wasn’t the worst part. The participants needed healthy cupcakes; meaning, I had to search the Internet for special recipes and make them from scratch.

  Turns out, older adults and toddlers have a lot in common. Give them too much sugar and they get a little out of control.

  I baked a dozen each good-for-you vanilla, blackberry lemon, peanut butter banana, dark chocolate Greek yogurt, and pumpkin orange cupcakes. All so wholesome, those old folks would be farting hippies for days.

  Buck shopped for the ingredients, which I wrote out for him, and then I baked and baked and baked.

  So this would go on the “reward” chart as a good deed.

  “You’ll learn you’re a good person. You were just trying to get attention the wrong way.” His lectures might be worse than his rules and punishments. They rang in my ears long after they were over.

  Buck also bought me back some clothes and got the sizes right. So when we went to Conifer Bay together to deliver the cupcakes, I wore a new tank top, silky undies, jeans, a blue cardigan, and white Keds. Practically collegial.

  The facility was prettily landscaped with flowering shrubs and extensive lawns, and his parents had their own cottage equipped for the support his mom needed, who now had dementia. A nurse would arrive on site at the drop of a hat by just pushing a button.

  “FYI, Mom doesn’t remember much of anything anymore, including what happened a day ago. It can be a little shocking.”

  “Don’t worry,” I told him.

  As soon as we walked in, we were greeted by her warm welcome. “Buckyyyyyyyyyyyyy.” She held her arms up to him for a hug.

  I mouthed at him, “Bucky?”

  He glared at me as if to say, “Don’t say a word.”

  “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” He hugged each of them.

  “Who’s this? Is this your girlfriend?” asked his mom. Buck was right; Mrs. O’Connor didn’t recognize me.

  “Workin’ on it.” He kissed her cheek.

  “You better try harder or she’s gonna get away from you.”

  “Okay, Mom. We brought cupcakes for dessert.”

  “We already had dinner, son. But thanks. Maybe tomorrow.”

  Buck’s dad shook his head out of her sight. No dinner yet. It was only 3:30 p.m.

  “Okay, Mom.” He was pretty good at faking it, but I could tell it was sad for him. We stayed until 5:00 p.m. dinner, playing hearts and singing “I’ll be Seeing You” over and over at the keyboard. Buck hooked his arm through his mom’s elbow and led her to the dining room. He grabbed his dad and mom plates before serving himself.

  I went to the car to fetch the cupcakes and set them up on a sideboard.

  “Those Twinkies?” asked one of the residents who wore overalls as if he were still working the dairy fields.

  “These are cupcakes.”

  “I prefer Twinkies.”

  “You just haven’t tried my cupcakes yet.”

  It was so weird to be in jail one week and in this normal-as-Nancy place a week later. Buck was such a good man. But I couldn’t do this. I had no business being with a man like him. A small-town cop living with a convicted criminal?

  No way.

  I assumed the deep ache following that thought was simply regret for the many mistakes I had made in my short life. Not because I realized I would never be dating material for an officer of the law.

  Later at Buck’s place, we sat on the porch chatting, him over a beer and me sipping the margarita he made for me.

  “I know what you’re thinking, so just quit it,” he said.

  “What am I thinking?”

  “How there’s no way this will work. I’m a cop; you’re the town bad girl. Yadda, yadda. Well, today you proved what a good girl you are.”

  “Do I get a reward, Daddy?”

  “Oh yeah. I have a thing or two in mind.”

  The sun did its setting thing, and we sat in the dusky rose color of twilight, porch light off so we could see the stars.

  “I had people watch over you when I was downrange, you know? Just about killed me.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “It wasn’t hard, keeping tabs on you, making sure you were safe no matter which bronco-busting bozo you were seducing at the time. But even before that, in high school, I’d watch you through the window sometimes. Of course, you never closed the curtains.”

  “Did you ever…?”

  “Sometimes.” I watched as he reflexively reached down to grab his colossal cock through his jeans. “Roxy, you want me to discipline you, talk sternly to you, and spank you. Am I right?”

  “Yup. You pretty much nailed it,” I said, and watched as his cock bulged even harder in his pants.

  “Come inside. I have another reward for you to earn.”

  Well, color me kinky, you could knock me over with a feather had you told me, before I went to jail, the things I was about to learn about Buck.

  The doors to his house were locked. As ordered, I sat on the couch wearing a miniskirt and an adorable crop top he bought for me with cami straps, a formfitting fit, and a pink plaid print all over. Becoming bombshell built versus a straight up-and-down stick was growing on me. I had curves for days. A pillowy, juicy-ripe peach. I looked like a girl in high school, which was the general idea.

  Just one more time, I told myself. Let me enjoy him one more time to get him out of my system, and then we could get back to how things were before. I’d save money, move out, and let him find a wholesome local girl who deserved him. I’d been selfish and took what I wanted my entire adult life. It wasn’t fair to tarnish his standing in this town, just because I felt like it.

  Deeply.

  Buck sauntered in, wearing his uniform, baton, and holster—no gun.

  In other words, cuff-me-Daddy hot. As in, “bend me over your patrol car and have your way with me, Officer.”

  “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady? Open container and drinking when underage.”

  It took me a minute, but I caught up with his little dramatization real quick. “I’m so sorry, sir,” I began in a little-girl voice.

  “Up off the couch, miss!” he shouted at me. Suddenly the role-play felt like real life; I was afraid and excited at the same time.

  I remained sitting and realized Buck was standing so close I couldn't see his face. From the bulge in his pants, at eye level, he was probably looking at my tits, showcased in the junior miss style clothes he bought for me. I sat up straighter on the couch, tits out, to encourage his appreciation.

  “Up. Now.” His order made me leap to attention. I suddenly felt embarrassed about the shortness of my miniskirt.

  The gigantic, mean cop grabbed me and spun me arou
nd. He frog marched me to the sideboard in the dining room and pushed me stomach first against it. Before I could challenge him, my arms were yanked behind my back and handcuffs were snapped onto both wrists. My cheek was forced down against the cool surface of the furniture, facing away from him. Tears actually began to sting my eyes, knowing all of the crimes I had committed thus far and gotten away with.

  It wasn’t just an underage drink. It wasn’t just an open container. It was all of the things I knew I needed to pay for: hurting my sister, taking money from her and my father, driving drunk…. Buck understood the real reasons why I needed this punishment.

  Deep down I craved it.

  “Hush there, baby girl,” Officer Buck said sweetly, noticing my blinked-back tears. His hands began to pat me down. “Do you know what you did wrong, kitten?” he drawled grittily.

  “I’ve been a bad girl, sir?” His hands slipped under my tits, which I had been putting on display for him, and then right on over, brushing my turgid nipples popping up like gumdrops under my top.

  I gasped. What was this cop doing?

  “So very bad.” He ran his hands down the outside of my soft, bare legs. I felt warm tingles in my pussy but kept my legs locked together like a good girl.

  “Spread your legs,” Buck growled.

  I was too shocked to respond... but my pussy was on point. The warm jolt to my molten center was followed by so much wetness, if I spread my legs now, telltale drips would dribble down my thigh.

  The fantasy of this strange officer made Buck shoving my top up to expose my breasts and then pinching both nipples hard even hotter. I cried out. With one large hand around my neck and the other on my bound wrists, he forced me down on the sideboard again.

  “I said, spread ’em!” he barked at me.

  I was powerless against my brat brain when it kicked in.

  Don’t say it.

  Don’t say it.

  Don’t say it.

  Don’t say it.

  Don’t say it.

  “Make me.”

  Oh my stars, I said it.