Beach Daddies: A Sweet and Dirty Texas Love Novella

by Shanna Handel

  “Arm’s up,” Jake said.

  I lifted my arms, shyly. He removed my shirt. Unhooking my bra from the back, he took that off too. My jeans and panties had already fallen away from my ankles. I sat, bare, on his lap. Jake kissed me gently on the lips. Then he said, “You girls are being put to bed early tonight, and the guys are going to have a game of poker upstairs.”

  “No fair—” I began to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped me. “I mean—have fun.”

  “Good girl. Now you go lie down on your tummy and think about obeying your daddy. I’ll tuck you in.”

  I crawled across the bed, easing myself down onto the mattress, my cheek pressing into the cool pillow case. Jake came around the side of the bed, pulling the blankets up and over me. Kissing me on the cheek, he said, “Sleep tight.”

  When I heard the door shut, my mind instantly began to mull over the taboo term Jake had uttered—your daddy. The words tumbled around in my brain, Jake’s sexy Dom tone delicious in my memory.

  The plug filling my bottom took precedence over my thoughts. I wondered if it would be worth the risk of pulling out this plug, then trying to sneak it back in when I heard Jake making his way back to bed. But that would be a huge risk, if he returned to find me without it. And—would I even be able to get that thing back in by myself? Probably not. I opted against it. Instead, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand—Daddy hadn’t said, no phones—and looked at the time. Eight pm! I hadn’t gone to bed at eight o’clock at night since grade school!

  Groaning, I threw my phone down. How was I going to make it through this boring night? I wouldn’t fall asleep until at least ten o’clock. And who knew how long it would be before this poker game was over and Jake came down to remove the plug… and hopefully fuck me as he usually liked to do after he took it out.

  A ping sounded from my phone. I picked it up, looking at the screen. It was a group text, from Carrie, to me and Jessica.

  Carrie: OMG! Wes put me to bed already! I’m practically dying of boredom. Where are you two? Are you in bed?

  I typed away: Me, too.

  Jessica: No way! I’m in bed as well. What the hell!

  Carrie: Wes told me it was guys’ poker night and since we three girls already had our party, they figured we should turn in early.

  Jessica: No fair! I love poker! Ray didn’t mention that—just said I’d better keep my a$$ in bed if I knew what was good for me. lol.

  Carrie: lol. But not funny. Also, lol.

  I still felt terrible that it was my fault everyone had gotten in trouble. I typed: I am so sorry about today, girls. I feel really bad. I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble.

  Jessica: No worries, B. C and I made our own trouble. Ray was NOT happy about the pitcher of margaritas that mysteriously disappeared in their absence.

  Me: Still…

  Carrie: What did your daddies do to you, girls?

  Jessica: Carrie, why are you so nosy? I swear, nothing is a secret with you!

  Me: I do NOT have a Daddy. That is just you two. But Jake had called himself my daddy. Quite a few times. And it had made me wetter than I have ever gotten before. Hmm.

  Carrie: You so have a Daddy @B. Just because you don’t call him that doesn’t change the fact you married a Daddy Dom.

  Me: Whatever.

  Carrie: I bet you got your butt paddled tonight. Didn’t you, little girl?