Page 14 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

But all I can think about is how she felt like an absolute angel as I slept off my drinking and fighting.

It’s not fair that I was unconscious when she hovered over me, making sure I was okay. Conscious me would really like to feel her soft tits and warm breath worry over me, too.

“No….” she moans, suddenly distressed.

I jackknife off my bed, all my nerve endings on high alert.

It’s just a bad dream, I tell myself, but the way she’s panicking in her sleep, it doesn’t feel like there’s anythingjustabout it.

“Hey Daisy,” I whisper. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sobs. “I’m sorry I was bad.”

“You aren’t bad.” Jesus Christ. I crouch beside her bed and catch her hand in mine. “We’re going to get this all straightened up in the morning.”

She rolls over and presses her face against my forearm. Her breath is hot, panting in fast bursts. “I didn’t do it. I’m pure, I promise.”

“Hey…” I roll her back, but she whimpers.

Heart in my chest, I follow her onto her bed and draw her into my arms.I shouldn’t do this. But even as that guilty thought rolls through my mind, she’s snuggling into my chest, gasping for air.

I smooth my hand down her spine. “I know you’re a good girl, Daisy,” I murmur. “You’re as pure as they come. I don’t know what happened to you, but I know you’re thoughtful and kind and if you had any other choice, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Whatever you did, you did it to survive, didn’t you?”

She shakes in my arms. At first, her hands clutch at my t-shirt, but as her breathing slows again, she smoothes her palms across my chest.

And then she glides her hand lower.

“Whoa there,” I say, catching her wrist just before she crosses my waistband.

My cock is already hard, rising toward her touch.

“Back to sleep, little girl.” I laugh under my breath. Tomorrow, she’s my wife and she can touch me anywhere she wants. But tonight? Unconscious? I can’t let her do that, as much as my erection is now throbbing to know what her fingers feel like.

She whines and resists my efforts to detangle our bodies.

“Daddy,” she protests.

Well, fuck.

My cock likesthat, too. “Maybe if you call me that when you wake up, hmm?”

“I was so good,” she mumbles.

“I know.” I kiss her forehead and turn her around, putting her back to my front. Her ass settles right against my cock, but that’s better than her hands, which I catch and loosely hold together in front of her soft tits.

Fucking hell, I think I can feel her nipple against my forearm.

I shift my grip, and she arches her back, pressing her ass down on my cock and lifting her tits to follow my arm.

I don’t bother evading her again.

She settles down, softening in my tight embrace, and when her breathing evens out again, I accept that a hard-on is my burden for the night, the price I need to pay to keep her sleeping.

She needs her rest before tomorrow. After her nightmare, I think I understand a slice of why it’s so distressing to see her mother and step-father—and maybe I’ve gleaned a bit more insight into why she ran away from them.

Never again.

She’s mine now, to protect and soothe and love.

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