Nico didn’t say a word. He just lifted the covers and slid in next to her. Once situated, he pulled the covers up over them both. It wasn’t until he pulled her across the bed and rearranged them so they were spooned together in the middle of the wide mattress that she realized he was naked. She tried to wiggle away, but he tightened the arm around her middle, holding her so close that the extra-large T-shirt she wore was all that separated them.
“Go to sleep, little one,” he murmured into her ear before kissing the sensitive skin just below it.
Cara tried to do as he ordered. It had been quite a while since she had slept in a bed with a man, and even then, she and her ex had never curled together to sleep, not even at the beginning of their marriage. By the end of it, they slept as close to their side of the bed as they could get, with the wide gulf of queen-size mattress between them.
She tried to hold still so the man could get his rest, but it proved difficult. Closing her eyes, she listened to his breathing, then worked to synchronize her breath with his. That’s when she noticed the sexy scent of spicy cologne, leather, and man that filled the air. That scent triggered a need deep between her legs, and she began to squirm, stunned when Nico’s cock twitched and filled as it lay trapped between them.
Cara froze when Nico’s hand shifted down her belly. His fingers began easing the hem of the T-shirt she wore up past the apex of her thighs. A few seconds later, his fingers slipped between her thighs, cupping her mound. Cara couldn’t help but shift her hips to press more firmly into his touch.
“Your kitty’s all wet, little one. Are you horny?”
“Yes,” she moaned as two fingers slipped between her outer lips and began to stroke over the knotted flesh of her clit.
“Too horny to sleep?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Would you like Daddy to get you nice and relaxed?”
Cara moaned in protest when he pulled his fingers away and eased back on the mattress. She groaned when he shifted her over so she lay flat on her back. “Yes, Daddy, please relax me,” she responded on a sigh.
When he hummed in approval, a shiver went straight to her heart. She had read age-play erotic romance stories, and even dreamed of being a little girl. At her age, she had given up hope of finding a man willing to take control and be her Daddy.
She smiled as Nico slipped two fingers into her pussy while his thumb rubbed circles over her clit. Her hips began to move in response to his touch as she fucked herself on his fingers. The need she had ignored for too long spiraled out of control. When Nico’s hot, wet tongue began to lick and suck at her hard nipple, she could not help but cry out as her hunger grew intense. He then shifted and gave the other breast the same attention.
Seconds later, she cried out as an orgasm rocketed through her. It exploded out from her pussy to every cell in her body. Her entire body shook as her muscles contracted and spasmed with her release.
Nico continued playing, keeping her orgasm rolling over and around and through her until she wasn’t sure she was even in the room any longer. Finally, he eased his touches, slowly bringing her back into her body and leaving her boneless.
Rising up on one arm to lean over her, he grinned down at her. “Feel better now, little one?”
She forced her eyelids up and smiled up at him. “Oh, yes. Thank you, Daddy.”
Nico leaned down and brushed a kiss on her lips. “Good. Now, go to sleep like a good girl.”
Cara wanted to argue that she needed to return the favor, but before she could form the words, her brain disconnected and blackness rolled over her like a tsunami.
Chapter Four
Nico woke the next morning as he always did, five minutes before his alarm was set to go off. It was an unconscious habit he had developed while in the military and had brought into civilian life with him. Instead of jumping out of bed as he normally did, he reached over and turned off the alarm. He then eased closer to Cara for an early morning cuddle.
She might be older, but asleep next to him at that moment, she looked years younger than his own thirty-five years. Even with her abundant curves, she reminded him of a little girl, innocent in her slumber. Thank heavens she hadn’t had any further nightmares after he’d joined her in bed. Even now, she slept soundly.
Brushing a kiss on her temple, he whispered, “Please be the Little of my dreams, and allow me to be the Daddy of yours.”
As if in response, Cara shifted closer and smiled. “Daddy Nico,” she murmured.
Though his throbbing cock begged for attention, he kissed her again before easing back and rolling out of bed without waking her. She did not need to be assaulted by his horny dick first thing in the morning. He silently vowed that he would hold back until she was ready. He only hoped she would be ready soon.
Once on his feet, he grabbed clean clothes from the dresser before heading to the bathroom. A long, cold shower would settle him down, he hoped. Otherwise, he would be throwing Cara over every piece of furniture in the house and fucking her until neither of them could walk. There were issues to be resolved. She needed her identification and banking paperwork replaced, and she had to contact her landlord as well as whatever renter’s insurance company she’d had to get those claims started.
Once they dealt with that, they would move on to shopping. His girl needed clothes, shoes, toiletries, and whatever else a woman required. He also wanted to introduce her to his grandparents. Later, he would call a meeting of the cousins before he introduced her to them, to make sure they understood she was off limits.
His cousins were a bunch of hot-blooded half-Italian bikers who lived up to their reputation. Even in their thirties, the men charmed, and bedded, any woman who caught their fancy. And with her air of fragility and her current desperate situation, Nico didn’t want to have to kill his cousins for making a move on his woman.
After climbing into the shower, he turned on the water, then gritted his teeth to keep from screaming out a few choice curse words. Problem was, even though he was turning blue under the icy spray, his cock remained hard and wanting.
This wasn’t working.
With a sigh, he turned the water warmer. Once he thawed out, he wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking. Using a fast, firm hand, he closed his eyes and pictured Cara as she slept moments before.
That vision morphed to one of her holding her arms up and begging him to explore her naked body as he had the night before. Only this time, instead of being hampered by darkness, he saw every slope and curve of her delectable body in the morning sun that streamed in the windows. When she spread her legs and reached for him, fire raced through his body and gathered in his balls. He gritted his teeth and pressed his mouth against his shoulder to keep from roaring as his seed shot out the head of his cock to paint the glass shower door.
A softly spoken, “Oh my,” had Nico opening his eyes and looking to the doorway. A sleep-ruffled Cara stood there, staring at his cock with wide eyes. She wore his T-shirt and looked all sleep ruffled and adorable.
Instead of covering his cock, Nico quickly rinsed off before twisting the water off. He opened the shower door and grabbed the towel he’d left on the counter.
“Did you need something, sweetheart?” he asked, drying off before he stepped out of the shower.
When Cara didn’t immediately answer, he glanced over and found her head moving up and down as she continued staring at his body. Nico had to turn away to keep her from seeing his smile of pleasure even as his cock twitched with renewed interest. Once he was dry enough, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Cara said once his cock was tucked out of sight and she realized what she had been doing.
“No apologies and no more swearing. Come on in and do what you need to. I’m your Daddy now and there will be no secrets between us,” Nico said, turning and leaning against the sink.
This was a test, the first of many, to see if she could pee with him still in the room. Of course, over ti
me, he would be doing much more intimate things to her body, but for now he would settle for this. As she hurried past him to the toilet, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop in front of him.
Bending down, he gave her a quick peck on her lips before saying, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning,” she responded shyly as she stared at his chest.
“Good morning, who?”
Her gaze rose to meet his, and she swallowed hard. “Good morning, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he praised as he released her and patted her ass to get her moving again.
He quickly shaved while she did her business and then washed her hands. As she moved around him, he stopped her again and pulled the T-shirt over her head, leaving her naked. Ignoring her gasp, he took her hand and pulled her to the kitchen. He was surprised she didn’t fight his dominating behavior, especially so early in the morning. Instead, she followed him as meekly as a lamb.
“Your clothes are in the dryer. Go get dressed while I make breakfast,” he said, pointing to the door that led to the laundry room.
Cara nodded and remained silent. She appeared still stunned by Nico’s orgasmic display. He knew she wasn’t used to living with a man, especially one as comfortable with himself as he was, but she would get there. She would also learn that being naked around the house would become her normal.
He had a strong suspicion that someone in her past had body-shamed her, and that would be one of the first things they addressed once she completely accepted him as her Daddy. All bodies were beautiful, no matter their shape or size, and he would help her break away from whatever voices in her past had told her differently.
* * * *
By the time Cara was dressed in her clean clothes, she had finally begun to emerge from the daze she had been in since seeing Nico in the shower, naked and in the midst of what appeared to be an intense orgasm. She would have retreated, except he was so gloriously beautiful as his seed covered the shower door. His deeply bronze cock was long, and thick, and he didn’t seem embarrassed by her watching.
In fact, she thought he looked a little pleased.
Once dressed, she stood in the middle of the laundry room for several long minutes, not sure what to do next. She was homeless, without a job, and had nothing.
Before she could start crying again, Nico called, “Cara? You okay?”
Taking a deep breath, she returned to the kitchen, still not sure what to say, or if she should say anything about the earlier scene that would classify as great porn. Her cheeks burned with residual embarrassment as she walked into the kitchen and stopped.
Nico stood at the stove, stirring something in a fry pan.
“If you’ll get plates, cups, and silverware from the cupboard and drawer to the left of the sink, we can eat as soon as I finish the eggs.”
Cara moved automatically, quickly setting the table before stepping back once again. Nico arrived a moment later. He scooped scrambled eggs onto both their plates, then a moment later, added crispy bacon and toast.
“Sit down, sweetheart. Eggs aren’t any good cold,” he instructed gently.
She sat and folded her hands in her lap as she waited for him to join her. Nico grabbed orange juice, butter, and a jar of strawberry jelly from the refrigerator before settling in the empty chair across the table.
As soon as he poured them each a glass of juice, he picked up his fork and started eating. “Eat, Little one. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
Cara picked up her fork and tasted her breakfast, surprised to find the eggs were seasoned just right. After two bites, her stomach settled and she was able to eat everything on her plate. When she finished, Cara carefully placed her fork on her plate and dropped her hands back to her lap. “I’m sorry.”
Nico frowned at her. “Whatever for?”
“For, umm, watching you in the shower,” Cara managed to whisper as her face burned hotter with embarrassment.
She blinked when Nico chuckled. “Sweetheart, if I’d known you were there, I would have pulled you into the shower, pushed you up against the wall, and fucked you until neither of us could walk. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until this evening because we have a lot to do today. And before anything further happens between us, we need to have a serious talk, which will also wait until tonight. For now, I want you to take a deep breath, relax, and know that you did nothing wrong. Okay?”
Cara found herself following his instructions while nodding. Yes, a discussion about their lives and their expectations was definitely needed.
But if Nico—no, Daddy—said everything was all right, then she would take him at his word. She breathed in as deep as she could a second time, then held her breath for a count of ten before releasing it with a whoosh. As the air left her, the tension in her neck and shoulders released, as well. “Do we get to go see the rest of the animals now?”
“Later. Right now we need to go by my grandparents’ house so you can meet them. Tonight will be soon enough to meet the rest of the family, but Nonna will have my ass in a sling if she doesn’t meet you this morning.”
“Nonna?” Cara asked as she stacked the dishes before carrying them to the sink and began to wash them.
“My grandparents emigrated from Italy just after World War Two. Nonna is Italian for grandmother. Nonno is grandfather. Santi means Saint.”
“And Santi del Texas?”
“Saints of Texas. My grandfather started the club once they settled here. It was him and a handful of war buddies who have since all died off. Then when my father and his brothers were born, they joined the club. My cousins and I are the third generation of the Santi family to be part of the Santi del Texas.”
Cara smiled. “It’s great that your family is so close like that,” she said as she finished their dishes and moved on to washing pans.
“You do know you don’t have to do the dishes, don’t you?” Nico asked as he finished clearing the table and putting things back into the refrigerator.
“I’m not one to sit around and be idle. You cooked, so I should clean up. It’s only fair,” she said.
She watched over her shoulder as Nico considered her words. “Okay, I’ll give you that, but normally Daddies take care of their Little girls, not the other way around.”
Cara blinked at that statement, not sure how she should respond. She had had only herself to rely on for so long. Would it be possible to depend on Nico in that way?
“Oh, okay, but,” she stammered, not sure she even had an argument. He was right, and she had acted without thinking. “I’m sorry?”
Nico stepped up behind her and wrapped one arm around her middle and the other across her shoulders. “No need to be sorry. It’s going to take some adjustment for you to let me be in control. But know this, allowing me to be your Daddy is not a sign of weakness. Giving over control is a sign of strength and trust.”
Cara dropped her head back to rest on his shoulder. “You know, for a big bad biker dude, you’re not so scary. And I’ll try to do better at being a Little.”
“We’ll take it slow and as far as you’re comfortable. Now, go put your shoes on. We’ll go see Nonna and Nonno and then head to the DMV to figure out how to go about getting you a new ID. We may have to pull Victor in to help.”
“Who’s Victor?”
“My cousin. He’s an attorney and might be able to pull a few strings to get things rolling for you,” Nico said as he went to the bedroom and came back carrying his boots.
Cara felt naked following Nico out the front door without a purse over her shoulder. Nico took her hand again and led her toward the big Victorian that looked as if it had been around since the beginning of time. A shiny, bright red sedan and a beautiful antique motorcycle sat in the carport between the house and the warehouse of a garage.
“Are you sure we should do this now?” she asked. “It’s awful early. You don’t want to wake them up, do you?”
“They’ve been awake since before dayb
reak, sweetheart. Don’t worry, they’re going to love you.” Nico pulled her up onto the porch that ran the length of the house.
Chapter Five
It took two hours for Nico to pry Cara away from his grandparents once they heard the story about how they had met over a ham at the grocery store, and then how the previous day’s fire tragedy had interrupted their dinner.
Nonna called Victor and woke him up to come over in order to work his lawyer magic on her behalf. She didn’t care that he had been sleeping late on a Saturday morning. This was what family did, helped one another in times of need. Nonno then declared the club would be helping with whatever she needed. Surely one of his grandsons’ businesses had need of a bright, talented woman.
Cara had been reduced to tears by their generosity. She kept trying to refuse their help, though each time she tried, his grandparents shushed her and kept on making plans in her name. Nonna went so far as to announce she would fix Cara a special ham dinner with all the trimmings the following Friday.
When Victor finally arrived, he looked rumpled and half-asleep, and Nico thought the man was wearing the same clothes he had worn to dinner Friday evening. His cousin must have gotten lucky during the bar crawl through Austin that he, Theo, Max, and Laz had talked about. When Victor glared in his direction, Nico held up his hands in a gesture of innocence as he nodded toward their grandmother.
Victor blinked and his expression smoothed as he turned to look at the woman who had seen them all through their teenage years.
“So, Nonna, you called?” he asked with a weary smile.
Nonna told an abbreviated, but dramatized version of Cara’s story. Victor listened, then pulled his computer tablet out and went to work while Nonna made him a cup of coffee. Over the next half hour, he was able to start the online paperwork necessary to replace Cara’s birth certificate and driver’s license. He helped Cara go into her banking website and order new checks and a bank card to be mailed to Nico’s address. Then they did the same with her credit cards and health insurance.
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