BABY

by Dani Wyatt

  BABY

  by

  Dani Wyatt

  Copyright © 2020

  by Dani Wyatt

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  of the author’s imagination

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  BABY

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

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  BABY

  Ryder can't forget her. Chloe is his everything.

  She's awakened something inside of him he didn't know existed. He will be her Daddy and she will always be his Baby.

  Other evil forces work to keep them apart. But Ryder will topple kingdoms and scorch the earth for his precious babygirl.

  Author's note: This book contains strong Daddy and babygirl elements. If this is not your thing, this book may not be for you.

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  Chapter One

  Ryder

  IT MADE ME WANT TO puke, the way they treated her.

  What a fucked-up family. Sitting there, slobbering all over themselves—thinking their little princess was about to snag me like a bitch and make them some kind of second rate, trailer trash royalty. If they only knew what they had coming, they’d be running for the tin can they came from and barricading the door.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m no snob. Fuck, no. I grew up in that same trash heap down at the bottom of Eight Mile. You might have seen the movie about it, well that’s where I spent my formative years.

  And it’s where my girl’s family remained. Only, they didn’t have a fucking clue what I knew about them, their setup and their precious Theresa—A.K.A. Trixie—and it was about to go viral.

  “Baby, why didn’t you wear the suit? This is a special night.” Trixie Whitehouse sat there like a smug version of cartoon royalty, in an orange strapless nightmare that barely held up her second round of silicone implants.

  “I don’t wear what you tell me to wear.” I leaned back in my chair, my eyes incapable of staying off my ultimate prize—Chloe Whitehouse—who sat there like a demure china doll next to her parents.

  I had on my fatigues, partly because I knew it would piss off Trixie. But I also knew my babygirl loved me in my camo, so...bonus.

  “Chloe, go get us two more Buds. Now.” Edgar was too lazy to get his own beer from the bar, so he sent his youngest daughter to do the dirty work. What a fuck.

  I wanted to jump across that eight top and smash the ten teeth he had left down his throat. But honestly, that was a constant state for me whenever he was around, because I knew things about him that made my skin crawl. But I also knew that would be too much for my little girl, so I rolled my eyes and swallowed hard, counting the minutes until I could get the fuck out of there.

  “Baby! Why aren’t you listening to me?” Trixie looked like a ten-cent whore. Her breath smelled like a trashcan full of cheap liquor and a hundred ashtrays. She made my stomach turn. We were at the wedding of one of her skanky friends, and she was in the bridal party. For that I was thankful, because it meant she was sitting at the head table and not with me.

  “What?” It was all I could do not to push her face away from me and flatten her on the ground.

  In her condition, it was only a matter of time before she ended up on the floor anyway, but I didn’t want to be the one to put her there. At least not in front of my angel.

  “Why are you such a grump?” Trixie pouted.

  I imagined she had a distorted fantasy that somehow, I might think looking at her bratty face was cute. “I’m not a grump. But you are drunk, and if you don’t know by now how much I fucking hate...” I growled, letting my voice trail off as I shook my head.

  What the fuck did I care? She knew how I felt about it, and she chose to throw back as many shots as the bartender would serve at once, along with the other Orange Crush contingent that stood next to the bride.

  Trixie wasn’t going to listen anyway. Her attention span made a flea look focused.

  I looked over at my girl, walking back from the bar. Her small hands gripped two brown bottles with red and white labels, and she set them down in front of her toothless father, and her mother, Janice.

  Janice applied her eyeliner as thick as her lipstick. Besides her raccoon eyes and smeared red lips, there wasn’t a bottle of peroxide left at Walmart from the looks of her hair.

  I took a deep breath. I wanted to grab my Baby’s hand and get her the hell out of there. She looked so lost and out of place with this circus sideshow. How the fuck she came from the same place as the rest of these freaks was beyond me.

  I was only there for her. Chloe had begged me not to end it with Trix. Truth be told, there wasn’t anything to end. Hadn’t been for years. I wasn’t even sure why Trix still thought we were together. I hadn’t touched her since the day I met Chloe. In fact, my dick would turtle up if Trix so much as made an eyelash bat my way.

  Luck was on my side though, and Trix had no interest in anything about me but my ability to provide a winning lottery ticket—especially now.

  But as long as my Baby was still in that trailer with these freaks, I wanted to keep her life from getting any worse. So, I listened to Chloe, and played along being Trixie’s ‘boyfriend.’ While I was overseas for training, I needed to know Chloe at least had a roof over her head—however fucked up it was.

  I thought I might be able to get out once the training was over, tell the service I wasn’t cut out for that shit after all. No such luck. Two years ago, I tried to back out of my contract so I could stay with Chloe, but it was clear the military takes contracts seriously so I was stuck.

  Well, now that time was up. I was done, at least for now. They’d agreed to give me extended leave, because the alternative was for me to just walk away and not go back. I knew they wanted me, needed me probably, but there were things I had to sort out back here before I could make that decision. I had to make sure everything was in order in my life, from my grandmother to my new house. I had to make sure my investments were appreciating the way they should.

  And I had to make sure Chloe was mine.

  “Mother!” Trixie screamed across the table.

  “Yes, princess?” Janice leaned her elbows on the table, taking a deep draw from the long necked brown bottle. I grimaced as she wiped the back of her hand over her chin. She couldn’t even manage to keep the beer in her fucking mouth.

  “Don’t you think Ryder looks older?” Trixie said in that he
avy drawl that came from too much booze in her system at all times. “I think he got older while he was sitting in that desert for so long. Baby, did you get older?”

  They laughed drunkenly at Trixie’s lame joke.

  “I got older, and wiser.” I spat back as my gut clenched.

  Trixie leaned over, her hand on my leg and her triple D silicone popping out the top of the cheap dress. It felt like acid was burning through my pants where she rested her hand. I held my breath before the ashtray blast from her mouth hit me. Acrid, sour air billowed over me like some sort of chemical weapon and I’d had enough. I jerked my leg sideways and kicked my chair back so hard it almost fell over.

  “Where are you going, baby?”

  “To get some water.”

  “There’s water right here, silly. Come on, let’s dance!” She looked up, leaned on the table and tried to stand, the tendrils of her intricate up-do falling in highlighted streaks around her face.

  What a train wreck.

  I threw my head back and cracked my neck, trying to release some of the tension. Enduring this freak show was chore enough, and it all got worse when I had a hard cock to contend with. That wasn’t Trixie’s doing. Jesus Christ, the thought alone made me want to throw up. No, the hard-on came from Chloe. My babygirl made my dick into a steel rod simply by existing in this world.

  Just knowing she was sitting there, thinking about me, was more than I could take. I needed to take a walk to try and tame the beast that was quickly filling up my pants.

  Of course, I should’ve broken it off with Trixie long before I went into the service. In most ways, I did just that, but somehow I knew it wouldn’t be good for Chloe if I completely cut ties. So I stuck around, never actually telling Trix that it was over between us, but never going near her in any way that mattered. I played the game. Trix thought I was her ticket out of the trailer park before I had any inheritance or money, and it kept her interested in me, and for as long as she was interested in me I had an excuse to watch over Chloe.

  I hated myself for that for a long time. But one look at Chloe and I’d known I was in deep shit. She was only fourteen back then, and I would’ve never tried anything with her. But she’s the reason I stayed loosely bound to Trixie.

  So, while I was in high school, I kept my eye on Chloe. She was the little sister and jail bait, but looking back, even then I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it.

  Two years ago, my babygirl turned eighteen. Finally, it was our time, and fate brought us together the way it always does when two people are meant to be one. But Chloe begged me not to break up with her sister before I deployed, and after she explained it to me, there was no way I wanted to make her life any harder than it already was. Her fucked up parents believed that their silicone-pumped blonde princess was more valuable than the sweet, smoldering angel that had her fingers wrapped around my heart.

  And soon, around my cock. But not yet. She was worth waiting for.

  She was the one, and I was going to do it all right for her. It was killing me, not being able to feel the insides of her curve around my cock as I entered her the first time, but we had to do it like I planned.

  “I’ll be back.” I looked over at Chloe, sitting there with her eyes low, chewing her lower lip. Jesus, if she knew what she was doing to me, looking like that.

  “Hurry back. And, bring me another...” Trix waved her empty glass in the air.

  I wasn’t getting her another drink, and the fact that she asked me was just another nail in her coffin.

  I gave my girl a quick nod as she looked up at me, careful not to let anyone see. She was so sweet. Even when those bottom feeders treated her like a piece of shit, she still didn’t want to hurt them. She was a better person than me, because I would have firebombed the whole table if I had my way.

  After I got a hold of my hard-on and took about a hundred deep breaths, I returned to the table. The garbage carp were on the dance floor, falling all over each other. I slipped down next to my girl, careful to sit next to her but not lay on top of her like I wanted.

  The huge pools of brown that were her eyes grew bigger. “They’re going to see us.” Her glossy, rose-pink lips looked so beautiful, all I could think of was an image of them wrapped tight around my cock.

  “I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m ready to blow this shit show up right now, babygirl. Tonight.”

  I slipped my hand down and felt the soft skin just above her knee. My heart thumped so hard I thought it would explode. Of course, I couldn’t stop there. I made my way slowly upward, under the hem of her skirt, my fingers stroking her delicate flesh, listening to her breathing get faster.

  “Ryder...oh, my God.” She lowered her head, looking like she was praying.

  I almost lost my shit, knowing she liked it.

  Only a few inches more, and I grazed at the outside of her panties. Her body jerked and twitched as my fingers opened her legs. They were shaking, and I looked up at her face to see her dark eyelashes flutter over her round, brown eyes.

  “Open your legs.” I hissed in her ear, knowing she would do whatever I asked.

  “Ryder...” My name on her lips only made me detach from reality even more. The moisture had seeped through her panties and was now smeared on my fingertips. I’d bought her those white cotton, lace-trimmed panties just for tonight. If it wasn’t going to be my face, I wanted to know something from me was up against that little pussy all night.

  I rubbed the crotch of her panties, watching her closely. She swallowed hard, and I knew I had to get my fingers up inside that fabric. Make her cum while she sat looking out at her evil sister and drunk parents, who were dancing like they were riding the wave at Chateau Marmot.

  So much for getting my cock under control. That beast was back with a vengeance and I was thankful for the low light in the banquet hall. Part of me cursed the fact I hadn’t already taken her. I could have fucked my Baby by now—we’d had plenty of chances, plenty of time together over the five weeks since I’d been back.

  But my girl wasn’t ready. She had some fucked-up idea that because she wasn’t a bulimic skeleton hanger like Trixie and her friends, I would run if I saw her naked. Jesus, I had to teach this beauty her true value.

  She was a glorious diamond among the sewage of the room. I had trouble wrapping my head around the enigma that was her. Beautiful—fuck, yeah—sexy as hell.

  Those lips.

  Brown eyes that seemed capable of seeing right through me.

  She had the spirit of a broken colt, but the brain of a scholar and the talent of Raphael. Her family didn’t value any collateral other than the color green and some fucked up fake pageant beauty.

  Thank Christ they’d at least left Chloe to be herself. Sure, she needed me to help her realize how valuable she was, how inherently beautiful. She was natural, and there was nothing that make-up, some crash-diet, hair color or silicone could ever do to improve her.

  “I want you to cum...” I whispered next to her ear.

  “Ryder, please...” Her voice rose to that gasping, higher gear as her cheeks grew flushed and pink.

  “Shhh, open,” I instructed.

  She obeyed, and I was glad. Because I was readying to scream “Fire” and get everyone the hell out of there so I could touch her.

  Her slick pussy, wrapped around my finger, had my cock tall and tight, ready to shred metal. My sweet angel needed this and I had to fight my own dog-like nature to bring her the pleasure she deserved. My own need would have to wait.

  She was close to being ready for me to take her. After what was about to go down, I was pretty fucking sure she would understand there was never going to be anyone else for me but her.

  She was the one hung up on how she looked. I told her every chance I got how fucking sexy she was, and how hard she made my cock. I wanted her to feel like she was the only person in the world when I was with her.

  “God.” She lowered her face, barely able to keep her voice in check. It was just wha
t I was looking for.

  “You want Daddy’s fingers inside?” I whispered, keeping a scout eye out on the dance floor for the trio of trash to come sloshing back to the table. What I saw was a drunken mass of human waste, pulsing and slipping on the slick wooden floor. Whatever they were laughing at was unclear to anyone that had decided to remain sober.

  “Ryder, please, not here.” Her voice quivered as I worked inside her panties.

  “Yes, here. You’re creaming all over my fingers, so just let it go, babygirl. Tell Daddy you want his fingers inside you...” Watching her cheeks turn into crimson blazes of heat made me only want to see and hear her cum that much more.

  Luckily, our table was in the back corner of the banquet hall. There were a couple of drunks sitting at another eight-top next to us, but they were oblivious.

  She needed a push.

  “Fucking say it.” I used my Sargent voice as I slid the tips of my fingers up and over her engorged little nub. I gave it a good flick and rub, and her eyes fell to half-mast, her mouth taking a little gasp.

  Her hips hitched lower, giving me the access I needed to get into the deeper center of her heaven. What I really wanted to do was throw her down on the table and feast on her for supper. But instead, I had to settle for making her cum on my hand.

  “I want your fingers inside me, Daddy.” She cocked her head lower, whispering in that babygirl voice that made me want to lose my shit.

  Her hips shifted again, and I knew I had her. She couldn’t pretend with me, and I couldn’t with her. There were no hard edges between us. It was lightning bolt energy, like invisible fibers had sewn us together.

  My only frustration was her own lack of confidence in herself. But, like I said, the fucks who raised her had done that, and it was going to be my job to undo it.

  Taking another quick look out at the trash trio, I took my middle finger and followed the hot, wet folds down until I found that heavenly spot that led inside her innocent body. If I didn’t have my fingers moving inside my precious angel, I would have been filled with rage watching those fucks out there, making assholes of themselves. But my Baby was here, and at least part of me was inside her.