Page 37 of Rockstar Daddy's Second Chance

“I’ve dreamt of making love to you on this beach,” he whispers huskily.

Pressing me backward, he covers my body with his, sharing his warmth. His rough knee spreads my thighs. Covering my mouth with his, he parts my lips and thrusts inside at the exact moment that he does the same to my lower body, filling me thoroughly and completely. I’m surrounded by him as he claims me. Right there, under the sky, the moonlight our only witness.

He steadily increases his pace, and I feel my first tremor. He reaches down between us, his fingers finding my clit, and he thrums the small bundle of nerves, propelling me toward my release, and I shatter in his arms. Crying out his name softly.

He quickly follows me, finding his own climax. After a few blissful moments, Cass shifts his heavy weight to the side. His arm around my waist anchors me to him.

As our breathing returns slowly to normal, we hear the sound of distant laughter, and he swiftly rolls, shielding my nakedness with his body. We both remain motionless and silent until the couple passes us by, and the threat of being discovered is gone.

As we lie there, him holding me tenderly against his chest, I lean toward him and whisper, “I can see the headlines now,Cass Wild caught bare-assed on the beach.Followed by pictures of your naked backside.”

A soundless chuckle spreads through him. “How would they recognize my ass, Kendrick?” He finally questions, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Surely, it’s on record somewhere. I’m surprised Derrick hasn’t had it copyrighted already.”

Laughing, he stands, pulling me up beside him. “Come on, let’s rinse off in the surf.”

Walking over to the deck, he grabs some towels. Making sure no one’s around, we step into the water, letting the waves wash over us.

Handing me a towel, we both dry off. After he wraps a towel around his hips, he turns, using the ends of my towel to pull me toward him. I willingly melt against his chest.

As his lips brush my neck, I tilt my head, my eyes fluttering shut. In this moment, every fear fades. This is where I belong—in Cass Wild’s arms, daring to believe in our future.

Eighteen

Kendrick

As we sit at the kitchen table, responses to Cassidy’s birthday party flood my inbox. She decorates envelopes with glittery pens, her excitement infectious–A party at the old house with cake, music, and laughter with her friends. Her enthusiasm is a joy to watch, and for a while, everything feels perfect–until I start reading the messages.

One girl accepts and asks,‘Will your mom’s friend be there? OMG, Cass Wild at a party! So cool!’Another RSVP follows with a similar tone:‘I wouldn’t miss it! Cass Wild is my favorite!’

I glance at Cassidy, her face lit up as she writes, ‘Thank you for coming!’ on the back of a card. She hasn’t seen the messages yet, and my heart aches at the thought of how they might hurt her.

By the time another girl responds with a variation of the same question—Is Cass Wild really going to be there?’—the knot in my stomach tightens. These girls aren’t coming to celebrate Cassidy’s birthday. They’re coming to seeCass Wild, the rock star. And while I understand the appeal, I can’t help but feel protective of my daughter, who deserves a birthday surrounded by genuine friends, not opportunists.

“Cassidy,” I say gently, “Let’s take a break from the invitations for a bit.”

“Why?” she asks, looking up from her handiwork. “I’m almost done with these last few.”

“I just thought you might want a snack,” I say, trying to keep my tone light. “How about some milk and cookies?”

Her eyes brighten. “Okay! Chocolate chip?”

I nod, grateful for the small reprieve. As I pull the cookies from the pantry and pour two glasses of cold milk, I try to think of the right way to approach the subject. How do I shield her from the harsher realities of her father’s fame without ruining her excitement over her birthday?

When we sit back down at the table, I hand her the glass and try to sound casual. “So, I noticed a lot of people are really excited about your party.”

Her smile widens. “Yeah, it’s going to be amazing! Everyone said yes so far!”

“They did,” I agree, carefully choosing my words. “But... some of them seem more interested in meeting Cass Wild, the rockstar, than celebrating your birthday.”

Cassidy freezes mid-sip, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

I hesitate. Turning my laptop, I show her a couple of the messages. Her face falls as she reads them, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. “Oh. They aren’t coming for me, are they?”

“Don’t take it personally, sweetheart,” I say quickly, reaching across the table to take her hand. “Sometimes people get caught up in the idea of meeting a star and forget what really matters.”

“But they’re supposed to be my friends,” she whispers, her voice small. “Why would they do that?”

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