by Cara Dee
I chuckle and flip open my menu. “That goes both ways.” I have to admit I was surprised when I was told Nina is a political blogger and resides in DC. The photos of the two of them that Gem has shown me doesn’t exactly divulge that. In those, you see two rock chicks.
Evidently, Nina comes from a long line of politicians, and she shares her family’s passion. Nina’s brother doesn’t—the guy whose band Gem helped, and will help again, in fact.
“Since Dean has obviously forgotten I exist, I’m Patrick,” Patrick drawls.
“Shit,” I mutter. “I’m too tired and hungry.” Weak defense, I’m aware.
Gem giggles and hugs my bicep. “Trust me, guys. Dean is not a man you wanna meet in a dark alley if he’s hungry.”
I shoot her a playful scowl and steal a kiss before I return to studying my menu.
Outside, the photographers get their shots. We pay them no mind.
Drama simply doesn’t have a place in our life.
*
When I come home to our bungalow that night—well, our temporary home—I find Gem asleep in our bed.
Checking my watch, I see it’s a little past eleven.
Apparently, Patrick and Nina hit it off during lunch, so they’re going out for late drinks. It means Gem and I have the place to ourselves. If I get really lucky, maybe Nina will even stay at Patrick’s place.
Once I’ve stripped out of my clothes and taken a quick shower, I make my way into our bedroom and laugh silently to myself when I see my little baby girl. She’s kicked off the covers while I showered, and now I’m both amused and turned on. Turned on because she’s only wearing a pair of ruffled white panties. Amused because she’s looking all rumpled and annoyed in her sleep, like she can’t get comfortable.
Dropping the towel around my waist, I get on the bed, lightly stroking my semihard cock. She’s curled into a little ball, thumb in her mouth, and her long and luscious hair is all over the place. I smile and push some hair away from her face, my cock getting harder and harder. Then I trace a finger over her soft cheek until I reach her mouth, where I gently pull her hand away. At that, she lets out a small sound of protest—like a whimper or a little whine—but it’s okay. She’ll be happier with what I intend to replace that thumb with.
With my disrupting her, she flops onto her back, a frown creasing her brows.
“No, no…wanna see the…mmpf…”
I chuckle through my nose at her adorable sleep-talk.
“Baby,” I say softly and brush the head of my cock over her lips. “Can you wake up for Daddy?” Fuck. I can’t help but groan when the tip of her tongue peeks out to lick her lips. Kneeling by her chest, I lower myself over her again and swipe my cock over her pouty lips. And slowly but surely, she wakes from her sleep.
The exact moment her eyes flutter open and she notices what her Daddy’s doing with his cock, she exhales sharply and mouths an, “Oh.”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I mutter, “Suck me, beautiful girl.”
Her chest heaves, eyes flicking between my eyes and my erection. The flush of her cheeks comes next, and I notice how she begins to squirm.
“Finally, Daddy,” she breathes out right before she takes me in her mouth. She closes her eyes and hums around me, causing me to moan. But the position we’re in isn’t enough, so I pull out and lie down on my back. Without a word, she kneels between my parted legs and sucks me in again.
“That’s it,” I groan, bucking my hips upward.
She gets me so hard, so wet, so fucking ready.
When she takes me particularly deep, I throw my head back against the pillow and arch my back. I curse and moan, fucking her mouth roughly. But as she slides two fingers over my ass, all while she cups my balls with her other hand, I have a quick decision to make. Because if I don’t stop her soon, I’m going to explode.
And I want to fuck her.
“Stop,” I grunt. Breathing heavily, I sit up and pat the spot next to me. “Get on all fours.” As I scrub my hands over my face, Gem giggles and hums while she scrambles into place. I’m quick to follow. “You really want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” I shake my head in amusement and push down her panties.
“Yes!” She wriggles her ass at me and giggles some more, but I cut that off by spanking her. Hard. “Oh!” she yelps. “Mmm.”
Gripping her hip, I use my free hand to drag my cock through her wetness. And if I have to guess, I’d say she’s been touching herself today. She wouldn’t be this wet otherwise. She’s definitely allowed to masturbate, but she can’t come. Not without me. Hard limit.
“Have you been a good girl today?” I ask, watching as the head of me disappears into her slick pussy. “You’re awfully wet.”
“I promise—I’ve been good, Daddy.” She nods furiously and glances at me over her shoulder. “I touched myself in the shower, but I didn’t come. Honest.”
I believe her.
“Good.” With that said, I slam my cock deep inside her.
“Shit!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I grit my teeth, tensing up as the pleasure assaults me.
Setting a fast pace, I slowly but surely fuck her into the state where we’re both incoherent and only listening to our bodies. My hips slam against her ass, my cock drills into her, her moans turn into gasps, and her pussy constricts around me each time I bury myself to the hilt.
These past days have really taken their toll on me, I realize, because it feels like I’m physically aching for her.
“I need to see you, baby girl,” I pant, sitting back on my heels. “Jesus Christ.” I blink and try to catch my breath. “Turn around.” I jerk my cock, slick and hot from her arousal.
“More,” she pleads. “Pretty please, more, Daddy?”
Lowering my body over hers, I kiss her passionately and push my cock into her again. I kiss her because I need it and because it’s all I can do before I utter those three words to her. Three words I’ve certainly said to Gemma before, but that was when she was little. The meaning of those words has changed.
She whimpers and claws at my back. “Daddy…”
“I’m here.” I hitch her leg over my hip and push hard. “Fuck.” Forehead to forehead, nose to nose.
“I…oh, fuck!” she cries out and arches her back, pushing her tits into my chest. “Daddy, I…” She gulps, and her eyes flash open.
And I see it. I see it so fucking clearly—that she feels the same.
Still breathing harshly, I can’t help but smile and kiss her softly. That smile and that kiss contradict my movements, which have been firm and hard, but then I slow down. I kiss her again, gently and tenderly.
“My little angel,” I whisper and drop a kiss on her nose. “Gemma.” Her cheeks. “My Gem.” Her lips. “I love you.”
She doesn’t look shocked, just radiant, happy, and at peace. “I love you, too.” I chuckle breathlessly as she kisses my cheeks. “My Daddy.” My lips. “My Dean.”
Indescribable.
Rolling us over, I sit up as she sinks down on me, her hands resting on my thighs. It gives me the freedom to touch her wherever I want. I stimulate her wet clit and pluck at her perky tits. Fuck, she’s a vision.
“Say it again,” I groan when she swivels her hips. “Christ, so good.”
“I love you, Dean,” she whimpers. “Daddy—my Daddy.”
“Yours.” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my abs tense and thighs throb. That familiar tingling sensation travels down my spine. I start panting again, and as I hear Gem’s gasps returning, I know she’s close, too. “I need you to come, sweetheart.” Redoubling my efforts, I circle her clit a little firmer and pay more attention to her nipples.
“Oh!” She throws her head back.
Next, I feel her body trembling.
“You’re so close,” I whisper huskily. I pinch her nipples and suck on her neck, driving her closer to the edge. She shivers violently. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
A few seconds later, she goes rigid, mouth ope
n in a silent scream as she comes.
“Fuck, Gem.” I growl and grip her hips. Slamming her down on me, it feels like my whole fucking body ignites, and my own orgasm takes over. Deep inside of her pussy, I coat her with my release.
“Oh my God,” she whines breathlessly and collapses in my arms. “You killed me, Daddy.”
“You’re,” I pant, “one to talk. Jesus.”
Flopping down on my back, I pull Gem with me.
“Hmm,” she hums and starts playing with my chest hair. “Can I sleep like this?”
I chuckle and blow some of her hair away from my face. “Dirty little girl, you. You wanna sleep with Daddy’s cock inside of you?”
“Oh yeah,” she giggles sleepily and sucks her thumb into her mouth. She burrows into me, like she’s a little puppy who can’t get close enough. I doubt she realizes how happy she makes me. “Love you, Daddy,” she mumbles around her thumb.
“God, I love you too, baby girl,” I whisper and kiss the top of her head.
Epilogue
Dean & Gem Gauthier
Under the stars and surrounded by twinkle lights and family
On a rooftop in New York City
A year and a half later…
“You look happy, son,” Dad says as he sits down in the seat next to me.
I grin and fiddle with the label on my beer. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” My eyes remain on Gem, who’s on the dance floor with my brother—and several other guests, of course. She’s so beautiful in her white baby-doll dress.
Her laugh is music to my ears as she and my brother goof around to an eighties song—“Jessie’s Girl,” to be precise. My sister-in-law takes pictures from where she’s sitting with their son a few tables away, and I’m willing to bet there’ll be a laugh or two at the expense of the clowns next Christmas.
“Where are you going on your honeymoon?” My father flashes a grin at Gem. “I was told you’re keeping it from her.”
I laugh and lean back in my seat. “Not without difficulty.” My wife is a nosy little girl. Whether it’s Christmas, her birthday, or our anniversary, she tries to find the presents I buy. “Are you going to spill the beans to her, old man?” I tilt my head in his direction.
“Pfft—honestly, Dean.” He looks too innocent. “What do you take me for?”
“Uh-huh.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, Dad. I’m not telling.” I bet Gem asked him; she’s dying to know.
At first, I thought I’d take her to New York for our honeymoon, but then we ended up here to get married. Then I thought I’d take her to Australia; however, we’re going there in a few months because I’m opening my next golf retreat a couple hours north of Sydney. So, my mind wandered to Thailand, though only briefly, because I learned Tina is there shooting her next movie, which was why she “regretfully” declined to attend our wedding. Not that we minded—at all.
Next, I figured London could be a nice city to honeymoon in, only for that thought to fly out the window when a family member called Gem a few weeks ago and offered her a part in his next film. It’s only a minor role, but it’s one where she plays the cello, and it takes place right outside London. Not only that, but Gem will have a position among the writers for the film’s score. So we’ll have a couple weeks together in the UK after the summer, and with another plan thwarted, I gave up and rented a yacht. As far as I know, no one in our circle has any business in the Greek islands the next few weeks.
They better fucking not.
“I’m wasted!” Patrick announces and tries to sit down on the other side of me. Tries…because he fails and falls ass-first down on the floor.
“I don’t think you needed to tell us that.” My shoulders shake with my laughter. In his defense, it’s been a rough couple of weeks for him. I know very well how nervous you get when you’re about to pop the big question to the woman you love, which Patrick did this morning before Gem and I got married. Luckily, Nina said yes, and now Patrick’s relaxing. Perhaps, though, after seeing him like this, Nina will reconsider.
A couple tables away, Lily and Alec laugh to themselves, having witnessed Patrick’s graceful crash.
“Oh, Patrick,” Nina sighs, pretending to look annoyed. “What’re we gonna do with you?”
Gem, also having seen Patrick, walks over and plops herself down in my lap. “Whew!” After dancing, she’s trying to catch her breath, all while she’s giggling. “Patrick, I saw you fall. You okay?”
“I’m fine—I’m engaged,” he slurs happily, still sitting on the floor.
“Are you sure about him?” I ask Nina as I slip my arms around Gem’s midsection. “There’s still time to run away.”
Nina pretends to ponder, and Patrick looks put out. “Eh. I’ll stick with him.” She shrugs. Patrick turns his frown upside down. “Come on, baby,” she laughs and extends her hand. “Let’s go dance and drink some more.”
“Because that’s just what he needs,” Gem giggles into my neck.
I grin and kiss her forehead. “Are you having a good time, sweetheart?”
“The best.” She lifts her head and smiles at me. “I love being your wife.”
“That’s good.” A laugh slips out, and I squeeze her to me. “I’m quite fond of being your husband.”
“Quite?” She feigns a scandalized expression, one I turn into laughter as I tickle her side and carry her over to the dance floor.
“Mm, quite.” I nuzzle her neck and help her get on her feet. “Quite an extraordinary amount.” Giving her a quick spin, I draw her close again for a dance less silly than the one she shared with my brother. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“Have I told you how drop-dead gorgeous you are?” she fires back playfully.
I grin and dip down to steal a kiss. “You’ll look even better tonight when I’ve spanked your pretty little bottom for using my father to get details about our honeymoon.”
She lets out a shaky, blushy giggle and buries her face against my chest. “I swear, I’m one hundred percent innocent. Can’t you see my halo?”
I laugh, my chest light and my heart free of worries. “You, my dear, are going to be trouble.” For the rest of my life, I hope.
Going from our little bubble in Utah the winter we met, when she was off-limits to me, forbidden…to now, when we’re dancing, kissing, surrounded by our friends and family, I’ve never had more to lose. But rather than growing anxious, it fills me with determination.
My forbidden became my forever, and I’ll stop at nothing to keep it that way.
*
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