by Cara Dee
“No, thank you.” She yawns and reaches for the bucket where a half-empty bottle of champagne is sharing space with melting ice. “I ate so much sushi and fries.”
A combination that makes me wrinkle my nose just a tad. For the record, her definition of “so much” differs vastly from mine.
“Maybe I should feed you some more food, Daddy,” she suggests with a mischievous smile. “Do you need a bib?”
Someone is evidently a lightweight around her bubbly. It’s only her third glass.
“Maybe Daddy wants to eat his little girl instead.” I lean forward to nibble on her bare shoulder. “Rest assured, I won’t spill a single drop.” With that said, I snatch her champagne glass before she can get properly intoxicated.
“Hey!” She pouts.
I give her a wink, then drain the glass in two swallows. “Hello to you, too.” Slipping off the towel, I reveal her naked body that’s draped over my thigh and chest. “My God, you’re gorgeous, Gemma.” I lift her chin and place a kiss to her smiling lips, and I can’t help but feel her up. “You have the sweetest little bottom. So soft and kissable.” I nip gently at her lip as I stroke her ass, and she giggles shyly. “Remember I said we should create a new perfect moment?”
She nods excitedly, her green eyes lighting up.
I kiss her nose. “I’ll be right back.” With a pat to her ass, I help her shift off of me, and then I disappear inside our suite. Unlike her, I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and a gray tee earlier, though now I don’t see the point. They’ll come off shortly.
Once I have everything I need, I return outside where Gem’s moved over to the stone wall that makes up the edge of the balcony. She’s using the towel as a blanket, and she’s resting her elbows on the top of the wall as she watches the sunset.
I place the little bag on the lounger before joining her. “Everything okay?”
She nods and sighs contentedly, leaning back against me when my arms circle her midsection. “Promise me I won’t lose you.”
I frown, wondering how her thoughts derailed so quickly—and to something like that. Worrying about losing me? Never. “What brought this on?” I shift her hair to the side and dip down to press a kiss to her temple.
She lifts one shoulder and glances up at me, her expression apologetic. “Seeing Tina today… I guess it spooked me a little. You haven’t given me any reason to doubt you. I just suddenly have more to lose than ever, and—”
“My darling girl, you won’t get rid of me.” I kiss her softly, yet deeply and for several moments, her words warming my chest. “I’ve never had this much to lose either, so we’ll hold on tight. How’s that?”
“Super tight,” she whispers, relief evident.
“Super tight.” I touch her cheek and gaze at her, a sharp pain searing through me so quickly that there’s barely time to flinch. Not having her in my life, by my side, would ruin me. “You mean the world to me.”
She turns around and throws her arms around my neck, and then she’s kissing me fiercely. The remnants of the pain in my chest evaporate, and I groan in hunger and desire. When she hikes a leg over my hip, I’m there to wrap both around me. The towel gets deserted once more as I carry her over to the lounger, and the notion of her exquisite, naked body wrapped around mine while the outside world rushes past on the street below us is enough to set me ablaze.
“Everything will be okay?” she asks breathlessly between frenzied kisses.
“No matter what, we’ll be together,” I amend.
I have faith in not only us but in the part of our family where we should put more focus. To hell with Tina and all the people who are supposed to be there. Others are there instead, and so they deserve our attention. They’re the ones we’ll bridge gaps and spend time with from now on.
I sit down on the lounger, Gem falling with me, and she starts tugging on my tee. It’s off in a second, and she makes it clear that the underwear should be next. She’s on me like the cutest little monkey while I remove my boxers, and I let out a laugh as she whispers, “Yay, Daddy’s finally naked.”
Lust thickens the air around us. Stroking her smooth thighs on each side of me, I urge her closer until her pussy brushes the skin of my cock. The contact is enough for her to get distracted, and her kisses grow less intense. There’s a thought process and an approach of hers that I can’t get enough of. Despite everything we’ve done together, she gets shy. She makes no bold moves in this moment, but at the same time, she’s driven by basic needs.
The result is a girl who will inch closer and closer in the most subtle movements, as if I’m not going to notice, and her kisses will remain slow and unsteady because she’s too busy thinking about what she needs.
“Do you need something from me?” I whisper against her temple. With a hand on her lower back, I pull her flush against me, and her breathing hitches. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can press harder.”
In response, she buries her head against my neck, and then she swivels her hips carefully. “That…that feels so good, Daddy.” She places her hands on my shoulders and begins to rub her sweet little pussy along my erection.
“Good,” I murmur huskily, “because it’s all you’ll be getting if you want to come.”
“Why?”
“Because Daddy wants to fuck your cute little ass.”
She gasps and inches back to look me in the eye, hers wide and filled with nerves and excitement. I nod once in confirmation. She’s ready, and I can’t wait any longer. But first, I want to enjoy the show. I want to see what she does when she’s desperate.
Leaning back in my seat, I caress her body in sensual strokes, enjoying my view, and she’s left to her own devices. If she wants an orgasm before I take her ass, she can come get it.
“Let me watch,” I say. “Rub up against Daddy’s cock until you come.”
She flushes bright red, but she’s reached that stage where she needs it. Hell, I can feel her desire on my cock.
“Look at that, baby,” I mutter, my thumbs stroking the smooth creases where her thighs end. “Your sweet pussy has the most suckable little lips. Do you see how they part when you move against my cock?”
Gem whimpers and closes her eyes, the movements of her hips kept slow, except she applies pressure—enough of it that it shoots pleasure through me, too. She slides her delicious cunt up and down my cock, over and over, and I merely stare at her. Entranced, fucking bewitched. She goes harder and faster whenever the head of me stimulates her clit.
“Oh fuck, Daddy…” She loses composure and tips her head back, bucking her hips quicker, yet she manages to come off so goddamn sensual and seductive. The girl is my drug. And it’s time to take what’s mine.
The lube is within reach, as is the little vibrator I want her to use. Coating two fingers while she’s lost in her chase, I realize pressure has built up inside me, too. Feeling her sliding up and down my cock, hearing her needy noises, and seeing her body activates an unquenchable thirst in me.
Gem gasps in shock when my two fingers ghost over her tightest opening. I shush her gently with a kiss and tell her Daddy’s going to prepare her for him. That makes her moan softly, and she resumes rocking against me.
One and two fingers are no problem. On the third, she mewls about the sting. But I keep it unhurried and manage to steal her attention with kisses and teasing touches that rile her up. Fingering her from behind doesn’t give me the best angle for deeper penetration, but it does give her the most pleasure right now. With my fingers inside her ass and my cock rubbing against her clit, she seems to forget the sting.
“I’m close,” she breathes shallowly against my cheek. Her blunt nails dig in slightly to my neck, and I tell her to drench my cock with her sweet juices. I tell her to come all over me, to ride Daddy’s cock faster, to fuck his fingers harder.
Seconds later, she falls apart with a cry.
My jaw clenches. Having been so focused on her, it’s not until now I get hit by everything. My cock’s borderi
ng on painfully hard, the scent of sex makes my mouth water, and my body’s tense. Senses on high alert.
I act on instinct. I coat my cock in lube, then carefully guide it under her until it brushes between her sexy ass cheeks. Gemma’s still recovering from her orgasm, though I don’t waste any time. I love seeing her reactions to what I do, so I offer no warning. Holding her tightly, I push the head of my cock just past the first ring of muscle, and I have to gnash my teeth together. Good God. The arousal tears through me just as Gem’s eyes flash open and her fingernails firmly embedded themselves in my shoulders.
“Daddy.”
“I can’t wait, darling.” I brush my lips to hers. “You have to relax for Daddy. Otherwise, he won’t fit.”
She nods jerkily and makes an effort to release a breath slowly, and it works a little. With gentle yet persistent movements, I force myself deeper inside of her. Every now and then, I remind her to breathe and relax her body.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur. “I’m almost in all the way.”
“Oh,” she whimpers, only it morphs into a soft moan. A final push, and I’m buried. “D-Daddy, do you like my bottom?”
“I love it.” I kiss her tenderly, giving her time to get used to my size. “That’s my girl. Deep breaths. Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. I kiss her quickly, needing it. Her submission all but shines and radiates, and it fills me with pure joy.
When she’s ready for more, Gemma’s the one who eases back then forward again. I let out a gruff sound and take over, but first, I tell her to turn around. I want her back to my chest so I can have better access and give her pleasure, too.
She exhales shakily as she lowers herself on me, this time facing the sunset.
In the meantime, I grab the little vibrator and hide it in my hand.
“Do you want another orgasm, baby?” I place a kiss on her exposed neck. Fuck. All in again, and the euphoria sweeps me off like a goddamn tidal wave.
“I don’t think I can.” She inhales sharply and holds her breath while she tries to scoot back on my cock even more. I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a groan, and my eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. “I don’t know what to think, Daddy.” She sounds adorably confused. “It hurts so, so much, but my Daddy’s big cock is in my bottom, and that’s hot, you know? I’m still very wet.”
“Jesus.” I scrub a lube-free hand down my face, head over heels in love with her honesty. It’s sexy as hell. “Your words might be even hotter, little one.” Hugging her to me, I let my slippery hand fall down to her pussy, and the extra lube is certainly not necessary. My fingers slip between her soft lips with ease, and with a press of a button, the little vibrator buzzes to life. She gasps. “Are you sure you can’t come one more time, little Gem?”
No, she’s not sure.
Our first experience with anal is slow, heady, and a prelude to more times to come. I move her over me, the thrusts going from unhurried to fast to slow again. She takes over when the pain has lessened, as well. Back arched, she lets her head fall on my shoulder, and she kisses the shell of my ear and moans.
I reach the edge, only to bring us back with kisses, glances at the disappearing sun, and lighter touches on her clit. And each time, it takes longer to stave off the releases. Faster to reach the same edge again.
Judging by her needy sounds, there’s no doubt she wants to climax once more.
“Hold the vibrator to your clit.” I nip at her shoulder, and with both hands free, I let them roam her body. I cup her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers. It makes her hiss and snap her hips a little faster. “I think I’m going to need to fill all your pretty little holes often,” I whisper in her ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your body can’t lie to me, sweet girl. I feel your muscles clenching.” For emphasis, I slip two fingers inside her pussy and push her down hard on my cock.
“Fuck!” She tenses up and shudders, more wetness coating my digits. Her breathing grows ragged again, and I don’t think I can manage another round of denying us. “Please, Daddy, please.”
“You can come.” I lean back slightly, enough to see where we’re joined. Next, I grip her hips firmly and fuck her hard. I hear the mindfuck it puts Gem through. The vibrator, the touches, and the slow ascent have worked together to bring forth another orgasm, except my thrusts border on too painful. She cries out, begs for more, then gasps that it’s too much.
I can’t turn back.
I stare hungrily at where my cock disappears in and out of her tight ass, and I’m lost to the sensations crashing down on me. I’m gonna fill you up with my come, little girl. I chase my orgasm faster, our skin slapping together. For the rest of our lives, I’ll keep you thoroughly fucked and used.
Gemma smacks a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream, and it clues me in to the fact that my verbal filter has taken a hike. My words—my filthy thoughts—come out in a low growl every time I bury myself to the hilt. Clench down on me. When I see my come trickle out later, I’ll spank the wet spot and fuck you all over again. I groan, bliss exploding before my eyes.
Gemma’s gone, too. I hear a low wail before my climax surges through me. Holding her tightly in my arms, I grind deep and release in several ropes as my cock throbs inside of her.
In that moment, I hear nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing. It takes a minute, if not several, before the fog is lifted. A car horn honks down on the street. Someone laughs, another hollers at…someone. I shake my head dazedly and drop my forehead to Gemma’s shoulder.
The weather in LA might be temperate even in the winter, but it drops significantly once the sun has set, and I’m not surprised to feel Gem’s consistent shivers.
“Let me draw us a bath, dear.” I press a kiss to the spot behind her ear.
“Then bedtime?” She cuddles closer, seemingly disliking our position now because she wants to turn around.
I grin tiredly. It’s been a long, long day.
But bedtime? No. I’m going to need all night to explore my girl’s body before I’m temporarily satisfied and can wash away the day.
Chapter 15
As soon as Patrick and I get in the car, we’re both quick to get rid of our suit jackets and loosen our ties.
“When I was little, I wanted to be a space cowboy,” Patrick grumbles as my driver starts the car. “Now look where I’m at.”
I huff a chuckle and pull out my phone to let Gem know we’re on our way. I only managed to secure two hours for us, although it’ll give us a long lunch and some reconnecting.
After one week in Hawaii, I’m torn between wishing I were back in Utah and wishing the next week will pass quickly. I’m in the middle of pure hell, the result of back-to-back meetings, interviewing the staff that has yet to be hired, and reassuring investors that everything’s going according to schedule. Things are thankfully calming down before the month is over, however. Now, if only I can get the marketing department off my case.
I’ve tumbled into bed most nights hours after Gem has already gone to sleep.
“Fuck, I’m hungry.” My stomach rumbles.
By the time we arrive at the restaurant where we’re meeting Gem and her friend Nina, we’re grumpy and starving.
A man’s mood all depends on his blood sugar levels.
“How old is this Nina chick?” Patrick mutters as we enter Roy’s, a restaurant I often visit when I’m here.
“Same age as Gemma,” I answer. Gem picked up Nina at the airport this morning, and she’s supposed to stay here for a week or two. Truth be told, I’m glad. Gem has certainly not expressed her dismay, but I know when my girl is bored. Sightseeing alone isn’t for her.
The hostess quickly shows us to our table, and I smile when I see a happy Gem seated in a corner booth with a woman I presume is Nina Winston.
“Let us know if you want a different table, Mr. Gauthier,” the hostess says quietly as we approach the corner. I f
rown. “There are a few photographers outside.”
Oh. Looking over my shoulder, I see the three men outside the restaurant, and due to my mood, I can’t say I’m surprised I didn’t notice them earlier.
“I offered the same to Ms. Delaney,” the hostess adds.
I nod. “Thank you, really, but we’re fine here.” Since I’ve been so busy, I haven’t been hounded by paparazzi. Gem has had a few encounters while she’s been out and about. We’re firm, though; we won’t hide. Soon, they will realize that we’re not talking—other than what’s been said in the public statement—and they will also see that our life is quiet and, to the media, boring. They will back off eventually.
Tina, who is busy shooting her next film, is more than happy to pose for the cameras. As far as I know, from what my publicist has told me, Tina has been spotted all over town with a new man—some Brazilian model. She has also, with a brilliant smile, stated she’s very happy for Gemma and me, and we definitely have her “blessing.” She’s just, and I quote, “Glad that Dean was able to bounce back so quickly after I came to the conclusion that we’d grown apart. We remain close friends.”
I never thought I could roll my eyes so much.
“Hey!” Gem smiles when we reach the table.
I smirk tiredly and slide into the booth, not stopping until I’m right next to her. “Hello, sweetheart.” I tilt my head and kiss her hard but chastely. “Christ, I’ve missed you.” Gripping her chin, I merely look at her for a beat—her sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of freckles, her bright eyes, and those cute dimples that appear when she’s happy. “It feels like forever since I saw you.” Even though we managed to have breakfast together this morning.
“Ditto,” she whispers with a wink. Then she reminds me that we’re not actually alone. “Dean, I want you to meet Nina.”
I smile politely at the short-haired blonde across the table. “Nice to meet you, Nina.”
“You too, Dean.” She shakes my hand firmly but briefly, a smile on her lips. “Gemma’s told me a lot about you.”
