Page 25 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Please tell me that there’s been some good in your life.

“No, not always. I had an amazing childhood. But when my parents died in a car crash, I went to live with my grandfather. My grandfather . . . well, he could be stern and impatient, but he wasn’t mean. He gave me everything I needed. Food. Shelter. Clothing. When he died, there was no one else. So I ended up in foster care. My first foster family were really kind and welcoming, but when the dad got a job overseas, they had to move and leave me behind. I was fine, though.”

God.

He could imagine how hard that was on her. Blakely was so full of life. Of optimism. But he wondered what toll that had taken on her.

“I had a few other foster families after that, but I found it hard to connect. To fit in.”

He couldn’t stand it.

She was breaking his heart. And he thought that thing had rusted up and disintegrated a long time ago.

“Then after that, I was on my own. Luckily, I had enough money from my inheritance to buy Frank and we went out on our own to explore the world. I thought I was so grown-up. That I could do anything. Turns out, I was wrong. Sometimes, it was hard to get a job and I would end up sleeping in Frank.”

Fuck. Fuck.

He couldn’t take any more and as she opened her mouth to add to the heartache, he pressed his lips to hers. It was done without thought.

Perhaps later he’d justify it to himself by saying he only kissed her to quiet her.

But that was utter bullshit.

He kissed her because he wanted to. Because her lips looked so plump and sweet. And he needed to see more in her eyes than sadness.

Because he wanted the taste of her on his lips, his tongue.

When she let out a small moan and parted her lips, he took full advantage. Using his hand behind her head, he held her close and took his fill of her.

Only, he wanted more and more. His cock grew hard, his balls aching.

Smash!

Fuck! What was that? He stepped away from Blakely, both of them breathing heavily.

Shit. Grandpa.

Turning, he rushed toward the kitchen. “Grandpa? What was that?”

“Nothing. Just a darn glass smashing. It’s fine. Don’t make a fuss, boy,” his grandfather grumbled, standing by the table. There was smashed glass on the floor all around his feet.

Thankfully, he was wearing shoes.

“Oh, let me take care of that.” Blakely slid past him. Shoot, he hadn’t even realized that she was behind him.

Before he could move, she was on her knees next to his grandfather, picking up shards of glass with her bare hands.

Oh, hell no!

“Blakely!” he snapped.

She cried out in shock and tightened her hold on some of the glass.

Fuck. Shit.

“Boy, what are you doing!” Grandpa Jack grumbled. “You’re going to scare her.”

“Shit. Sorry. Blakely, did you cut yourself?” He reached for her, putting his hands under her arms and lifting her onto her feet.

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