Page 21 of Her Nebraska Touchdown Daddy

“Dammit, Windy. You’ve done a shit job taking care of yourself the past few days. No more, you hear me? From now on, you’re going to eat proper meals and not skip them even if you’re upset.” There’s no negotiation to be had. Just final, definite demand.

The moment the garage door closes behind his truck after he pulls in, Deke’s out of his door and rushing to mine. I wait for him to open it, not just because I’m practically a burrito swaddled in blankets the way I am. Also because I know Deke takes his Daddy job seriously and likes to be the one to unbuckle and help me down from the lifted truck. I learned that the first time he took me out to eat.

“Daddy?” I’m not sure what I want to ask, I just know I have to break the silence. Instead of carrying me through the house tohis bedroom, or even the kitchen since he seems to be obsessed with feeding me, Deke hauls me straight through the house and out the back door.

“Hot tub time for you, sweetheart. Loosen those chilled muscles back up and make sure your core temp is adequate.”

But rather than undress me and get me in the water, he settles me on a comfortable padded chaise and pulls another blanket out of the storage bench next to the railing of his deck. It’s a fuzzy, warm blanket and I don’t complain when he tucks it all around me even though the evening air isn’t all that cool.

“Wait here. Do not move an inch,” he commands. As if I would. This is the best I’ve felt since the last time I was in his home. Cold toes and all.

Deke disappears into the house and I hear him rummaging around the kitchen before he comes back out with a tray of snacks balanced in one hand and a first-aid kit in the other.

“I’m not hurt, Daddy. Just cold.” Guilt swamps me for all the worry I’m putting him through.

“First aid’s not just for booboos, little lush. I want to get an accurate temp taken so we know what we’re dealing with here.” He pulls out a fancy thermometer like doctor’s offices use. The kind that will say my temp out loud after reading my forehead.

“Oh. Okay,” I agree. I tip my head up so he can aim the machine at my head.

“Sometimes I’ll take your temperature this way, but sometimes Daddy will use a mercury thermometer that gets the most accurate reading in your little tush. This one will do for tonight.”

My cheeks heat with the blush from imagining him holding an old-fashioned glass tube filled with mercury in my bottom hole. I can’t say I dislike the fantasy.

“Thank you, Sir.” I want to show him I remember the rules. That I can be a polite little good girl.

When Deke’s satisfied that my temp isn’t a problem, he lifts me to my feet and quickly pulls my clothes off. Just as quick as he tosses everything onto the lounge behind me, I’m scooped up and deposited into the bubbling, steamy water.

“Eeep!” That startled squeal is all me. The water feels almost painfully hot on my still-chilled skin.

“Stay right there, don’t you dare move. You could slip. Wait for me.” Deke’s overprotective bossiness shouldn’t be the turn-on it is.

Shouldn’t be.

Is.

He stands back from the raised ledge of the hot tub and begins to take off his clothes. I couldn’t move if I tried, the sight of him taking everything off captivates me so completely.

“Daddy, you’re…” My mind blanks, words escaping me.

He’s just…

And I’m so…

Ugh. I think I froze all my brain cells. Or melted them. Maybe both.

He quirks a brow at me, waiting. The smirk on his face is a clue that he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Deke McCree is a tank of a man. Wide shoulders, barrel chest tapering to a thick waist that manages to be cuddly and somewhat cut at the same time. His body barely shows any sign that he’s no longer a professional athlete, and I’m pretty sure he could give most of the guys on his team a run for it.

My fingers curl into my palms at the mental image of combing them through the soft looking salt and pepper fuzz on his chest. I’ve never been with anyone so much older than I am. It’s so sexy the way he exists in his body, no artificial posturing or flexing to look like anything other than who he is. Time and hard work have worn away the soft edges of youth and left behind a ruggedly handsome giant of a man.

One rapidly getting naked right in front of me. The early twilight around us provides plenty of light, but the tall hedges and privacy fence ensure none of the neighbors can see us. I can see though. See and want. But I want to be his good girl. Please him. So I sit as still as possible while my eyes eat him up.

“What were you going to say, little lush?” he teases. I like the smile in his eyes much more than the flinty anger that had darkened the blue irises when he found me in that ice bath.

“Hot.” How I stumble through a single syllable would be embarrassing in any other circumstance.

“What’s hot? The water?” he drawls. He’s having fun, and playful Daddy is almost as sexy as stern Daddy. Make that make sense, because I can’t.

“You are! You are!” I practically shout.

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