by Dani Wyatt
“You’re beautiful.” He answers with a sigh. Letting my skirt down with a smack on the outside of my thigh. I quit wearing panties years ago, Daddy’s orders. “That ass is going to be turned up and red tonight. You know why, too.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I whisper down at him.
“No skipping meals, baby. I told you, I like you just the way you are. The babies only made you more beautiful to me. You skip breakfast again, and it won’t just be a spanking.”
Emily is four and Magnus Jr. is three. Then there’s Lenny, who is just six months. We’re done now. The doctor said the complications with Lenny would make it dangerous for me to have any more babies, but we’re okay with that. We have three beautiful children and our life is full and chaotic, and more wonderful than I ever imagined.
We’ve managed to keep our own personal dynamic alive, too. I will always be Daddy’s girl, and although we tone it down when we’re with them, even in front of the kids we show our love that way. We are still who we are. I belong to him completely and he loves me unconditionally.
He’s a ripe pain in my butt sometimes, but I know that he really does know best and I trust him completely.
The rehab is running on its own now. With the kids and everything, I only manage to work there once a week at the shelter doing some group pet therapy with the patients, but that’s enough for me.
Even Dad is working a little. He’s slow, his rough life has caught up with him a bit, but he does what he can with some activities and talks at the center. He certainly knows what they are going through, and it gives him purpose. Magnus bought him a little house nearby, down the road from us, and he has a driver to take him wherever he wants.
Erik and Andrea got hitched a couple years ago. They ended up living in the city, which suits them, but we get together every Friday night for a family dinner. Cindy comes too. She hasn’t found her happily ever after yet, but she’s doing well. The wine business is now in six states and there’s no sign of the growth stopping any time soon.
“Baby’s crying.” Magnus has ears like an eagle. “I’ll go get the little monster. Get those tits out and ready. I’ll hand him off to you and finish up the pancakes.”
“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say.”
“Darn right.”
With a smack on my ass and a kiss on my cheek he’s out of the kitchen and chirping something at Emily as she pulls on the dog’s ears and tumbles around with all her furry friends like a pig in mud.
Every day I still let Magnus know how much I want him. Because I do. I guess I never imagined what this kind of life could be like for us. Ours is a special kind of love, but I can’t imagine it any other way. I’m the luckiest girl I know.
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BABY
CHAPTER ONE
RYDER
I felt like I was going to puke. The way they treated my Chloe was nauseating. What a fucked up family, sitting there, slobbering all over themselves. If they thought that their little princess—Chloe’s older sister— was about to snag me like a little bitch and use me to turn them into some kind of second rate, trailer trash royalty they’d be wrong. If they only knew what they had coming, they’d be running as fast as they could for the tin can where they came from.
Don’t get me wrong; I grew up in that same trash heap down at the bottom of Eight Mile. Yeah, there was a movie about it. Don’t make a big deal about it, but that’s where I grew up, and that’s where Chloe and her family still live. Only, they don’t have any fucking idea what I know about their precious Theresa, a.k.a. Trixie. And it’s about to go viral.
“Why didn’t you wear a suit? This is a special night.” Trixie Whitehouse sat there like a smug cartoon queen with her strapless orange nightmare of a dress barely holding up the weight of her third round of silicone implants.
“I don’t wear what you tell me to wear.” I lean back in my chair, my eyes unable to stay off the ultimate prize, who sat there like a demure china doll next to her parents. I wore my fatigues. I knew Trix hated them, and I also knew my babygirl loved me in my camo, and she’s the goddess I serve.
“Chloe, go get us two more Bud’s.” Edgar Whitehouse is too lazy to go get his own beer from the bar, so he sends his youngest daughter to do his dirty work.
“Sit.” I growl at Chloe inches her chair back to stand.
“No, it’s okay. Let me go.” She smiles and I see the wheels turning in the beautiful head of hers. She’s so scared of her family knowing about us. The pleading look in her eyes breaks my heart.
What a fucking evil piece of shit her father is. I want to jump across the eight top and smash the ten teeth he has left down his throat. But I know that would be too much for my little girl, so I roll my eyes and swallow deep, counting the seconds until I get us the fuck out of here.
My gut told me to steal her away from them the day I got home. But, she wasn’t ready and my plan wasn’t quite pulled together but it is now.
“Why aren’t you listening to me?” Trixie looked like a ten-cent whore, and her breath smelled like a trashcan filled with ten kinds of cheap liquor and a hundred ashtrays. She made my stomach turn.
My voice caught in my throat. “Trix,” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I told you I would come here, but lay the fuck off.”
Even the thought of pretending to be her friend sets my teeth on edge, but I’ll do anything to stay close to Chloe. Just a little while longer and this whole charade is over.
It was one of Trixie’s skanky friend’s getting married, and she was in the bridal party. I was thankful because it meant she was sitting at the head table and not with the family. She’s staring at 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, 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, maintaining 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 I hate...” I let my voice trail off.
What the fuck did I care? She knew how I felt about drinking, and she chose to throw back as many shots as the bartender would serve at once along with the other Orange Crush contingent standing next to the bride.
She 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 hands gripping two brown bottles with red and white labels. She set them down in front of the toothless wonder and his lovely bride who 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.
“Mom!” Trixie screamed across the table.
I took a deep breath, all I wanted to do was grab my baby’s hand and get her the hell out of here. 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 is beyond me.
I was only here for Chloe; she had begged me not to be to brutal with Trix. We hadn’t been together since the day I met Chloe. I wasn’t even sure why her sister wanted to be friends with me. I hadn’t touched her in years, not since those first months in high school when we got together. Before I met her family. And Chloe. In fact, my dick would turtle up if Trix even made an eyelash bat my way.
Truth is, I know why Trix wants to maintain our friendship. She’s thinks I’m about to provide her winning lottery ticket.
As long as my baby was still in that house with these freaks, I would try to keep her life from getting even worse by playing along. Being gone overseas,
“Yes, princess?” Elvira’s twin leaned her elbows on the table, taking a deep draw from the long necked, brown bottle, and then wiped the back of her hand over her chin when she couldn’t even manage to keep the beer from dribbling out of her lips.
“Don’t you think Ryder looks older? I think he got older while he was sitting in that desert for so long. Did you get older?” They both laughed.
“Yep. 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 cream-sickle dress. It felt like acid was burning through my pants where she rested her hand, and I couldn’t breathe for another second with her so close to me.
I jerked my leg sideways and kicked my chair back so hard it almost fell over.
“Where are you going?”
“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 up. The tendrils of her intricate up-do falling in highlighted streaks across her face. What a train wreck.
“No. I’ll be back.” I looked over at Chloe, sitting there with her eyes low, her teeth biting on her lower lip. Jesus, if she knew what she was doing to me, sitting there looking like that.
I threw my head back and cracked my neck, trying to release some of the tension from watching the freak show. My cock screamed for my babygirl.
Just knowing she was sitting there thinking about me was almost more than I could take. I needed to take a walk and try to tame the beast that was quickly growing in my pants.
Of course, I should have broken it off with Trixie long ago, but I stuck around and played nice with the family. Chloe was less than legal when we met, and I’d never have gone near her then. But I knew. I knew our day would come and I needed an excuse to stay close, so I played the friend game with Trix.. Chloe actually felt so bad, like somehow she’d done something wrong when we had our first kiss.
Trix thought I was her ticket out of the trailer park even before word of my inheritance began to circulate. I hated myself for a long time for this, but when I laid my eyes on Chloe when she was only thirteen. I knew even then; she was the only one for me. I would’ve never done anything back then with her, but I think I stayed loosely bound to her sister just to keep an eye on her until it was our time. In fact, I never touched Trixie after that day.
Fuck, it shocked the hell out of me when I put us in the friend zone and Trix took it as well as she did.
Chloe begged me not to bring us out in the open 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 had some twisted idea that their little blond princess somehow was more valuable than the sweet smoldering angel that had her fingers wrapped unwillingly around my heart, and soon, around my cock, but not yet. Chloe 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 the first time, but we had to do it like I planned, for her benefit. Even in high school I kept my eye on her. She was the little sister, the jail-bait, but looking back, even then I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it.
“Hurry back, and bring me another...” Trix waved her empty glass in the air. There was no way in hell I was getting her another drink, and the fact that she asked me to 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; I would have firebombed the whole table if I had my way.
I got a hold of my hard on and took about a hundred deep breaths. Thank fuck when I got back to the table, all the garbage crap were on the dance floor falling all over each other. I slipped down next to my girl, careful to sit next to her, not on top of her like I wanted.
“They’re going to see us.” Her sweet, glossy, rose pink lips looked so beautiful, all I could think of was what they would feel like around my cock.
“I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m ready to blow this whole shit show up right now, babygirl.”
I slipped my hand down and my head felt like it was going to explode as I felt the sweet soft skin just above her knee. Of course, I couldn’t stop there, and found my way slowly upward, under the hem of her skirt, listening to her breathing get faster.
“Ryder...oh my god.” She lowered her head, whispering, looking like she was praying, and I almost lost my shit knowing she liked what I was doing to her.
Only a few inches more. I grazed the outside of her panties, feeling her body jerk and twitch as my fingers opened her legs under the white linen tablecloth. She was 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. “Farther.”
“Ryder...” My name on her lips only made me detach from reality even more as I could feel the moisture even on the outside of her panties. The sweet, white, cotton lace trimmed panties that I had bought her yesterday just for tonight. If it wasn’t going to be my face, I wanted to know something from me was up against that sweet little pussy all night.
I rubbed softly on the outside of the crotch of the panties, watching her closely. She swallowed hard, and I knew I had to get my fingers up inside her and make her cum while she sat there, looking out at her evil sister and drunk parents dancing like they were riding the wave at Chateau Marmot.
So much for getting my cock under control on my little walk, that beast was back with a vengeance, and I was thankful for the low light in the banquet hall. I could have fucked her by now. There have been plenty of chances, plenty of time together over the couple weeks or so since I’ve been back. But my girl wasn’t ready. She had some fucked up idea that because she wasn’t a bulimic skeleton like her sister and her friends, that if I saw her naked I would run. Jesus, I had to teach this beauty her true value. I planned to.
She sat there like a glorious diamond among the sewage of the room. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the enigma that was Chloe. Beautiful, fuck yeah. And she was sexy as hell with those lips, that sweet round face, those brown eyes that looked right through me.
But it was more than just her looks. She had the spirit of a broken colt, but the brain of a scholar and the talent of Raphael. Only, her family didn’t value any collateral other than the color green and some fucked up version of fake pageant beauty.
I thank Christ they had left her alone for the most part, so she could at least be herself. Sure, she needed me to help her remember how valuable she was, how inherently beautiful, but that would come in time. She was natural and there was nothing make-up, some diet, hair color or silicone could ever do to improve on her.
“I want you to cum...” I whispered into to her ear.
“Ryder, please...” Her voice rose into that sweet higher register.
“Shhh, open...” I instructed.
She obeyed, thankfully, because I was about to scream “Fire” and get everyone the hell out of here if she held back any longer.
The feel of her slick wetness wrapping around my fingers had my cock tall and tight, ready to shred metal. But my sweet angel needed this, and I had to fight my own dog like nature to bring her the pleasure she deserved, letting my own needs wait.
She was getting close to being ready for me to take her for real, and after what was going to go down tonight, I was fucking positive she would finally 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, 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 closed her eyes, barely able to keep her voice in check. It was just what I was looking for.
“You want my fingers inside you don’t you baby?” 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 my way inside her panties.
“Yes, here. You’re creaming all over my fingers, so just let go, babygirl. Tell me you want my fingers...”
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 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. I slid the tips of my fingers up and over her engorged little hard nub, giving it a good flick while watching her eyes fall to half-mast and her mouth make a little gasp.
I felt her hips take a quick hitch lower, giving me the access I needed to get into the deeper center of her heaven. If I was being honest with myself, 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 all over my hand.
“I want your fingers inside me ...” She cocked her head lower, whispering in that babygirl voice that made me 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 lightening bolt energy, like invisible fibers had sewn us together somewhere along the line.
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