by Alexa Riley
Who was this man?
As soon as he’d strapped her into the seat, he’d stripped off his shirt and tossed it in the back seat of the truck, popping his usual toothpick into his mouth. She’d spent the last forty-five minutes ogling his muscles and wondering where the man she’d been living with for two years had disappeared to. This one sat differently, looked at her in a whole new way. His hands were trying to strangle the life out of the steering wheel…
…and he called himself Daddy.
Just remembering the scrape of his voice when he’d said that word made a flock of birds take off in her belly. Tawny thought back to her most prevalent fantasies and realized there was a recurring theme in every single one of them. They started one of two ways. Either Gavin was proud of her for doing well on an exam, hugged her, eventually started petting her and made slow, intimate love to her. Or. Or he was disappointed in her for doing bad on an exam, grounded her and wouldn’t absolve her of that punishment unless she let him have sex with her. Both of those scenarios had Gavin behaving in a fatherly capacity. With a twist.
Calling him Daddy had felt nice. Very nice in some southern regions of her body, actually. Almost like saying the word out loud had turned a key in the lock of her belly and let loose a flood of possibilities. Where would they lead?
Tawny fanned herself discreetly, wondering how much longer they would be in the truck. They’d left the dirt road and were now trundling through a thick copse of trees. How Gavin could even follow the road was beyond Tawny, but she trusted him. That trust was how she knew he would make sense of this unexpected facet of their relationship. That he would make it right. She couldn’t wait for them to make it right. Together.
After all, she’d been in love with Gavin since the day he’d walked into the church in full Army dress, enveloped her in a hug and told her everything would be fine. There. Now that she nearing the end of her sexual frustration, she could set aside her pride and admit it to herself. This man had been the center of her universe for years. Was she the center of his? Getting him to give in to his attraction had been so hard. What if he regretted it afterward?
What if he’d tried to keep her at arm’s length because he didn’t love her the same way she loved him? That would be just like Gavin to be noble, refusing to act on his urges out of fear of hurting her when he didn’t want to make her his everything. The way she dreamed of.
Tawny was distracted from her thoughts when Gavin brought the truck to a screeching halt. She barely had time to register the cabin, before Gavin had pried open the passenger side door, drawn her out into his strong arms and begun striding for the small structure.
She laid her head against his chest, letting her legs swing in delight over being held by this hero of a man. “Where are we?”
“Might as well be honest with you now,” he rumbled, sending her a narrow look. “This is where I come when I’m getting to the end of my patience.”
A furious dance of hormones took place in her belly inspired by his gruff words. “What do you do here?”
Gavin didn’t answer. They reached the front door and Gavin took out a key, turning it in the lock and shouldering open the door. Just inside, he set Tawny down on her feet. She could feel him behind her as she advanced further, inch by inch, into the giant main room. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying in the breeze they’d let in by opening the door. There was a narrow bed to her right, a small kitchen to the left. A picture window straight ahead showing off the vibrant greens of the forest. So very sparse. There was an energy in the room that sent electricity racing up her arms, though. It was almost frenetic, which made no sense since everything in the room was still. In a state of suspended animation.
“Stay here.” He issued the order right above Tawny’s head, and the lowest muscles of her belly twisted deliciously. “I need to go turn on the water.”
“Okay,” she breathed, as if she would leave now that she was getting exactly what she’d wanted all along. Hearing Gavin stomp out of the cabin, Tawny turned in a circle and caught sight of a door hidden behind an empty bookshelf. A closet? Frowning, she moved closer and nudged the rickety wood furniture out of the way in order to open the door.
It was dark inside the small room, but a familiar smell hit her immediately. It was her own perfume. With a swallow, Tawny stepped inside the room, her hand reaching up to pull the chain belonging to yet another single light bulb.
When the room was illuminated, her jaw fell open.
There were pictures of her everywhere. Taped to every inch of the walls. Pictures of her in her bathing suit. Laughing in her pajamas. Doing a puzzle on the living room floor. Making a smoothie in the kitchen. There were pictures of her sleeping, too, her backside peeking up out of the sheets, her hair in a mess on the pillow. For some reason, those pictures made her pulse race fastest of all. How often did he watch her?
“You weren’t supposed to see this,” Gavin rasped behind her.
Tawny turned with a gasp, adrenaline colliding with excitement inside of her. “If I’d been murdered at the motel and the police found this place, they would have come straight to you.”
“Funny.”
“I thought so,” Tawny grumbled. “Where did you get these?” She dried her perspiring palms on her shorts, noting that his sharp eyes followed the movement. “You come here and look at photos of me?”
“I do more than look at them.” Gavin’s boot steps creaked on the floor as he came closer, his hand tangling in her hair, tipping her head back. “I imagine what I’d like to do to you in each of these pictures.”
Her nipples beaded against the thin cotton of her shirt, her eyes fluttering to half-mast. She reached out and brushed her fingers over the picture of her sleeping. “What about—”
“Don’t ask me about that one.”
“I want to.”
“Stubborn little girl.” His hand left her hair, joining the other to smooth down the sides of her hips in a cherishing touch that left goose bumps on her skin, head to toe. “You think I don’t stay awake at night, making sure you don’t have nightmares? They might have gotten better, but I don’t worry about you any less. You’re mine to worry about.” His wet, open mouth dropped to her neck, breathing heavily, and the flesh between her legs clenched hard. “While standing guard, I’ve wanted to tug your pretty panties down and watch my come slide down the crack between those little cheeks. You probably wouldn’t even have woken up, would you?”
“No,” she managed, swaying to the left. “I’m a hard sleeper.”
“I know.” He trailed his teeth up to her ear and bit gently. “You’re the sweetest thing on the planet and I know every fucking thing about you.”
Tawny’s knees shook, her heart lifting in her chest like it weighed nothing. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you to climb into bed with me? Hold me?”
Gavin surged forward, his body flattening her against the wall. “I’m an old bastard compared to you, baby. Why?”
You’re beautiful. A hero. My hero. I love you. She was afraid to make those declarations out loud, though, for fear her love only went one way. Yes, he had a serious attraction to her. After all, they were standing in a shrine he’d made in her honor. But what if it was only physical? What if he rejected her, told her she was too young and naïve to be his partner? Tawny opened her mouth to say…what? She didn’t know. A small pile of clothes brushing her ankle distracted her, though. “What’s this?”
He stood very still, almost turning wooden as Tawny stooped down and picked up a familiar set of clothes. It was her old Catholic school uniform. Her pulse skipped, blood heating. Memories came back to her in flashes. Gavin watching her climb out of the car in her uniform with a clenched jaw. That low sound that used to leave him when she sat on his lap after school, gossiping about her classmates without a care in the world. One day her uniform had gone missing and she didn’t question it, since she’d graduated and no longer needed it. What had he been doing with her uniform in
this room? Had he been touching himself with it?
A burn moved along her skin at the possibility, so hot she almost moaned. An understanding of his fantasies formed in her mind—and she was all too willing to deliver them. Share them. “You’ve been very bad, Daddy.”
“You have no idea. And I’m about to get a whole lot worse,” he rasped. “I’ll wait outside while you change.”
Chapter Five
Gavin
Gavin swiped a hand over his open mouth as he walked out of the small room. The room he’d intended to keep hidden but should have known better. Tawny didn’t have boundaries. It was only one of the million things he loved about her. If she was curious about something, she didn’t stop until she had answers. It was why she was going to make an amazing journalist one day.
Despite the fact that Tawny had reacted well to the proof of his obsession, a part of Gavin continued to burn with shame. This was wrong. His behavior had been inexcusable when he’d merely been using her Catholic school skirt to beat himself off. Now he was going to take her in the flesh. Devour her. There was no stopping the need now—it was fucking wild and there would be no containing it. Not when she wanted him back. A fact he still couldn’t believe.
Gavin caught sight of his reflection in the picture window and shook his head. Yeah, he kept himself in good shape. That was how he maintained the respect of his men. But he was a goddamn bull and she was the china shop, so gentle and delicate. In keeping with that metaphor, Tawny should be remaining untouched on the shelf, but his cock was almost vibrating in the leg of his pants, semen seeping from the tip and making a mess of his thigh hair. No stopping this. There was no stopping this—he was going to fuck his best friend’s little girl in ways he shouldn’t. Ways that would ensure she never looked at him the same way again. There was nothing he could do about it, though. His restraint had snapped back at the motel, never to be regained.
The floorboards creaked to Gavin’s right and he turned to find Tawny outlined by the doorway, hundreds of pictures fanning out behind her on the walls. “Jesus Christ.” There was nothing more tempting than Tawny in this world. Her tits pushed against the buttons of her blouse, seconds from popping one free. Her thighs were lithe and young, in need of his dick between them. Goddamn, how had he survived living with her this long and not getting a piece? Gavin’s hands shook as he lowered his zipper, groaning when his heavy shaft fell out, spraying fluid across the floor. “Fuck.”
Her startled whimper hardened him all the more. “Oh my God.”
“You still think you’re ready for Daddy, little girl?”
Tawny’s nod was unsteady. “Y-yes,” she whispered, her spine straightening. “I’m ready.”
Oh no you’re not. The uncertainty in her voice almost made him back off, comfort her until she got her confidence back. Tawny must have seen him pulling back, because she closed the distance between them and knelt on the floor. “I’m sorry I got in trouble at school.” She laid her cheek on Gavin’s thigh and his cock dripped onto the collar of her blouse. “Please don’t ground me.”
Gavin’s head fell back on a growl, his hand riding up and down his length. How did she know? How did she know the game without having played it? Had he been in complete denial about how perfect Tawny was for him, age be damned? “There’s one way out of your punishment, but you have to do a good job.”
She nodded eagerly. “I will. I promise.”
The darkness took hold of Gavin and he let it. Had no choice. With the center of his universe kneeling before him, every depraved act he’d ever imagined with Tawny demanded to be done. He gathered her long, brown hair in his fist and guided her mouth closer. “I know you don’t like sucking it, but Daddy has his needs. We’ve talked about this.”
He held his breath, unsure of her reaction to the final part of his kink. The part that often made Gavin disgusted with himself, but he couldn’t help going there, time after time. When Tawny’s eyes glazed over and she arched her back, relief ran loose in his stomach. She wasn’t turned off. No, she was…hungry for it. “I hate it,” she whined, her lips an inch from the engorged tip of his cock. “Why do you make me do this?”
God, she was perfect. He didn’t deserve this gift. Didn’t deserve Tawny. “Would you rather be grounded?”
“No,” she pouted, eyeing his erection with the perfect amount of trepidation. Distaste.
“Do I need to remind you who makes Daddy’s cock this way?” He squeezed her jaw until her swollen, pink lips popped open, guiding his leaking head inside. “All that squirming around on my lap in your skirt and you wonder why I need to fuck your mouth?”
“I don’t want it,” she complained, her words muffled as Gavin’s flesh stretched her lips, the underside of his cock gliding farther and farther back on her tongue. Her eyes grew wide at the new sensation, and Gavin almost blew his load then and there. Christ. Such a hot, curious mouth. Welcoming, even though her eyes sent daggers up at him, Tawny pretending to be miserable, just like he’d imagined in the darkest hours of the night, God help him. This inexcusable facet of his lust couldn’t be controlled or even explained. He’d never wanted to inflict it on anyone but this girl and it made no sense, since seeing her happy was his life’s goal. Every second of the day, he wanted to fulfill her dreams, knocking down every obstacle in her path. But when it came to sex, he imagined her…unwilling.
“Good girl,” he groaned, slowly thrusting into her mouth. “You’re letting in half of me. Take another couple inches and we’ll talk about raising your allowance. Would you like that?”
Grudgingly, she nodded, wrapping the base of his cock in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut in distaste, choking as she took Gavin to the back of her throat. It took his entire reserve of willpower not to hold her head steady and shove deeper, pulling at his own hair instead, nearly tearing it out by the roots.
“Ah, fuck. You’re going to buy skirts with that extra money, aren’t you?” He gritted a curse as she started jacking him in her beginner’s grip. “Going to wear them and end up right back on your knees sucking Daddy off.”
She made a disagreeable sound and his cock spurted, sending a rope of semen down her throat. The look she sent him was a mixture of lust and surprise, but she disguised it fast, reeling away from his lap. “Ew. Stop it.”
“Get back here,” he growled, shoving his arousal into her mouth again, pumping his hips now in earnest. She struggled on the floor, pushing at his thighs, but her heart wasn’t in the protest. She was all but trembling with need, goose bumps lifting her perfect skin. Soon, baby. “Need that mouth. It’s so fucking sweet. Suck me off.”
He pushed deep and held deeper than he had before, his composure splitting in half at the utter perfection of Tawny’s mouth. How she melted bonelessly into Gavin’s arms when he freed himself from her lips, scooping her off the floor and striding for the bed. She smiled up at him, her head lolling on his bicep. As soon as he laid her down on the twin bed, however, she pushed up on her elbows, falling seamlessly right back into the game.
“What are you doing?”
Gavin kicked off his pants and socks, his pulse pumping faster and hotter watching her scoot up the bed in mock alarm. “This has been a long time coming, little girl.” He settled a knee on the bed, wrapping his grip around her ankle and tugging, leaving her flat on her back and panting, the schoolgirl skirt rucked up around her waist. “You’re old enough now to spread your legs for Daddy.” He let go of her ankle, trailing his hand up to her throat and holding tight. “Only Daddy. Do you understand?”
Her knees fell open to reveal a slinky pair of black panties, a wet streak running down the center of her pussy. Pink climbed her cheeks, the insides of her thighs. Lord, Tawny was horny as hell. Almost too much to pretend otherwise. That relieved Gavin, made his cock jerk with renewed need. Knowing she was affected just as much by what they were doing heightened his arousal tenfold.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Fine,” she said, turning
her face away with a peeved frown. “I understand.”
With a grunt, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, steeling himself for the first look at her virgin cunt. Nothing could prepare him for the smooth, shiny lips that greeted him as he lowered the panties, though, the sweet sight flooding Gavin with starvation. Purpose. Love. “Thank you for saving it for me,” he said, his voice thick.
Their gazes locked for a long moment and Gavin felt his heart ripple with a new kind of love. A love that came from someone accepting him, exactly as he was. A love that came from being humbled in the face of an angel giving him her most precious gift.
“Whatever,” she whispered haughtily, but her eyes shined. “Just don’t do that icky thing inside me, okay?”
“Icky thing?” Gavin dropped down on his stomach, putting his mouth even with her pussy. “Why don’t we see if I can convince my little girl to let me breed her.”
“Never,” she gasped, twisting her hips away. “No way.”
Gavin barred her from moving with a forearm across her lower body, his tongue escaping to take a long swipe at the wet split of her cunt. “Shhh, baby. Be quiet while I get my fill of your pussy.” He parted her lips with a jiggling tongue, making contact with her clit, smirking at the way her thighs jerked almost violently. “I’ll never get my cock inside you unless I leave you good and wet, ready to take me deep.”
She writhed beneath him, her tummy hollowing and rising. “But it feels funny.”
“You make me feel funny all goddamn day, little girl. That’s why we’re here.”
Her hips jumped off the bed when the flat of his tongue moved side to side over her swollen bundle of nerves, the mewling noises she made forcing him to hump the mattress. In his periphery, he could see her fingers curling in the sheets, the arches of her feet coming to rest on his shoulders, like they’d been made for each other. Big man, petite girl. Worshipping tongue, unfucked pussy. He’d never get enough. “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh.”
