Page 72 of Seeds of Malice

I close my eyes and shake my head. "Dad, can you just stop?" I open my eyes and step forward. I hug him, continuing, "Have a safe trip. Try to enjoy yourself."

He reluctantly hugs me back.

I squeeze him tighter, and he finally caves, giving me a hug like I'm used to.

I retreat and grin, chirping, "That's more like it. Now, get out of here. I have to be at school within the next hour."

He hesitates but finally leaves. I watch his truck until I can't see it anymore, then pick up my phone. Before I can text Dax, he sends me one.

Dax: I'm on my way over, you little slut.

My butterflies take off. I'm still confused about how I'm okay with him calling me that, but I'm not going to think about it anymore.

I get an entire week with Dax.

My insides tremble with excitement. I go to the mirror and double-check my reflection. I put on a little bit more lip gloss and brush my hair.

I've never been one to wear much makeup, and I debate if I should start. Everyone Dax is around is sophisticated, so I decide I need to step up my game. I don't want to lose him.

No, I won't. He told me he likes me how I am.

Yes, I will. These girls are competition whether I want them to be or not.

During the last week, I've studied magazine articles on how to give yourself inexpensive makeovers. I decide I'll do it sometime this week. I don't want Dax to get bored of me.

Within minutes, he pulls up in a Porsche.

I walk outside, saying, "I figured you'd come over in your golf cart."

He gets out, picks me up, and twirls me, giving me a hug tighter than my dad gave me, which feels amazing.

I shriek, "Dax, what are you doing?"

He plants me on my feet, slides his hands on my cheeks, and kisses me. He murmurs against my lips, "You have no idea how much I missed you."

I beam up at him. "I missed you too."

"Really? How much?" he questions, giving me a mischievous look.

I giggle again. "A lot. More than I can explain."

He moves his hand down my back and cups my ass. It ignites the tingles I felt in his bedroom.

I repeat, "I missed you. I really did."

His grin widens. "Good. I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" I question, my heart fluttering.

"Yep." He takes my hand and pulls me toward the passenger side of the car. He opens the door of his Porsche and orders, "Get in."

I obey.

He bends down and puts his hand between my legs so his middle finger is touching the slit of my pussy.

I inhale sharply.

A dark look enters his expression.

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