Page 8 of Grumpy Single Dad

"And I can send you mine," she replies, tilting her head to rest on my shoulder. "I'm on birth control too. We should have started this thing way differently, but I'm happy to get this ending."

"I'm happy we came out of this storm together."

She laughs softly with a playful elbow into my side. "I don't even want to think about what comes next."

"I think you mean, who comes next? I feel like I have to get as many orgasms out of you as possible."

She sighs, "I wish every night could be like this. How far is your place from here?"

"About thirty to forty minutes. Frankie's school is about twenty minutes from here. I'm sure she'll love that, being able to pop in at our favorite ice cream shop whenever she feels like it."

"Two new routine customers are great for business. You already have my creative juices flowing. I want to put together some new flavors inspired by this weekend."

"Well, I’m here if you need other juices to flow out of you,” I reply, relaxing. I maneuver my arm around her and pull her to my side so we can snuggle together in front of the cozy fire. Sleep finds us quickly, and so does the dawn.

When I open my eyes, my back is sore from falling asleep sitting against the sofa. Sunlight is barely streaming through the windows, but it's just bright enough to see Rye's face resting in my lap. Heat blankets my face as my morning erection grows exponentially harder the longer I look at her beautiful face and supple lips a few centimeters away from my cock.

I close my eyes and look up to the ceiling with the hope of willing myself to get soft again. After trying to take a few deep breaths and thinking about baseball, I realize nothing is working.

"Go down," I growl in a low whisper.

"I prefer good morning, but I'm equally happy to start my day like this," Rye replies sleepily.

A smirk spreads across my face as I look down. Our eyes meet, and Rye slips her hand into my pajama bottoms to pull my cock out. She licks her lips and wraps them around the tip. I clamp my mouth shut as she moves her head up and down over the shaft.

She sucks me off as quietly as she can until she pulls her mouth away. Rye takes a deep breath and goes back down to finish, but I don't want to finish like this. Instead, I move her onto her back and slip my sopping-wet hardness inside of her waiting walls.

This is far quicker than last night as I push and pull myself in and out of Rye until I feel her moist release coating my shaft. Every throb of my release spilling inside of her makes me miss her before she's even gone.

"I don't want this to stop," I blurt out as I soften inside of her.

"I don't want this to stop either," she replies.

Rye begins moving her hips in a way to arouse me for another round. I shake my head, hating to disappoint her but knowing it's nearly impossible for me to be ready to go again so soon. Somehow, she gets me erect once again. I lose count of how many times we have sex before we get up from our cozy spot in front of the fireplace.

After cleaning up, we start moving around the kitchen to make breakfast. When Frankie comes down, sleep in her eyes and hair frizzy, she smiles at the sight of Rye and me in the kitchen together. I can see the happiness in her eyes.

I'm not sure if she sees Rye as a permanent part of our lives or if it's just nice to see her dad smiling with someone.

"We have pancakes made from some leftover ice cream," Rye tells Frankie as she sets a plate before her. There's no syrup, but the cinnamon sugar butter Rye was able to whip up goes perfectly on top of the fluffy flapjacks.

"This is delicious," Frankie says between mouthfuls.

"Thank you," Rye smiles widely. "So Frankie, what do you think about making this a new ice cream flavor?"

Frankie's eyes open with joy. "How can we do that?"

"Well, we'd go back to the shop, but I'm thinking of a cinnamon sugar ice cream with soft, fluffy, fruity pancake chunks. We can call it Frankie's Favorite Flapjacks."

"Can we, really?" She grins goofily and beats the tabletop like a drummer full of excitement. “Can we add pancake syrup to it, too?"

Rye knits her brows together in thought before nodding slowly. "I think we can make a maple-flavored caramel swirl so it's thick enough to withstand sitting in ice cream. I think pure pancake syrup would freeze into sugar crystals, but that's why we would do this at the shop. We can try a few recipes and combinations until it's perfect."

I add, "While you two do that, I can meet up with Chase to get the car fixed. Maybe if everything isn't too soggy, we can head back out to finish our camping trip."

Frankie's delight softens, but then she perks back up. "Can Miss Rye come camping with us, Dad? You got that really big tent. There's plenty of room, right?"

"Well, that's up to her." I glance at Rye. My head gently sways from side to side, trying to silently tell her she doesn't have to come, but Rye looks excited to be invited. I'd be happy to have her.

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