Page 47 of Taming His Brat

Chapter Thirteen

There had been so many emotions rushing through her as she left the house and headed straight to her car. Fear topped the list. She’d made so many mistakes with Sam and after everything that had gone down, she worried she’d finally messed things up so bad he’d be out the door.

Under that was a feeling of being completely stupid. She’d been suspicious when Vicky first arrived but somewhere along the way she’d gagged those skeptical worries and buried them in the back of her mind. The fantasy was so enticing to the little girl who had always missed her mom.

Of course it was so clear and obvious now, but she’d let her emotions get the best of her. It wasn’t a new fault. But ignoring the people she trusted, that had been the worst part of it, and she wasn’t sure how Sam would be able to forgive her this time.

Finding him wouldn’t be hard. It was a small town. There were only two places to stay and likely he’d go to the closest one so at least she knew where to go first. The joints of her fingers were white from how hard she gripped the steering wheel, and she paid minimal attention to driving, so she was probably lucky to make it there safely.

But the quiet backroads were good places to think and she spent the ten-minute drive focused entirely on what she was going to say to Sam when she got there. Apologies would come first, of course. And she might as well suggest punishment right off the bat, so he knew she was completely aware that this had been her screw-up.

It wasn’t lost on her that if he did come back home with her, punishment would probably be a pretty high priority anyway and her butt tightened reflexively in the seat. She was really going to be in for it—but it didn’t matter. She would take any punishment as long as he didn’t give up on her.

Just the thought of that started her trembling and she had to pull over to get a grip on the overwhelming panic. Making it worse was this fear that every second’s delay could somehow make it worse. She needed to see him immediately to fix it, but the pressure to hurry up and calm down had the opposite effect.

It took her a while to realize she was causing a spiral and start backing down. It ended with a spate of tears, but those at least she could cut off. She needed to cry, but not yet. Not until she found Sam and knew things would be okay. Then she could finally let herself break a little.

She pulled back onto the road and drove straight to the motel. She didn’t need to check at the desk. His truck was there, parked at the end in front of the last unit. It took her a minute to gather her courage before she knocked on the door. When there was no answer she knocked again, harder.

The desperate need to see him, to talk to him, translated into a frenzied banging on the door. Even when he called out to say he was coming, she couldn’t make her hand stop hammering. He opened the door so abruptly that she fell forward into his arms.

It felt so good to be there, even if it was only for a moment while he steadied her. As much as she wanted to cling to him and hold onto that feeling for a little longer, she felt like she needed to get all her apologies and explanations out quickly. She was afraid of what he had to say to her, so she cut him off, begging him to let her speak first.

He stepped back to let her enter the room and then waited for her to have her say. The carefully planned script vanished from her mind and she had a feeling she ended up babbling, but it didn’t matter. It might have been disorganized but in the end, she got it all out.

It hadn’t been so bad. He hadn’t even been angry that she’d left the door cracked on her relationship with her mother. She’d really worried about that.

But hearing his response to all of it wasn’t easy. Knowing that he’d been hurt, that he’d started to feel insecure because of the choices she made was painful. She understood it, but she’d gotten so used to thinking of him as the stable half of their partnership. She’d forgotten that things might not be easy for him either.

Even Daddies could have doubts, who knew? She felt horrible to have caused them. The suggestion that they get married seemed to come out of nowhere. Just weeks ago, the very word had set her on the edge of panicking, but somehow that had changed. Maybe she’d grown and getting some kind of resolution with her mother, even if it wasn’t the kind she wanted, had helped her with those commitment issues.

It was more likely that the shock of thinking she might lose him had shaken her up enough to realize how much she needed forever with this man. If marriage wiped away the hurt she’d caused, then she’d willingly walk down the aisle. There was still a small sense of relief when he suggested they wait a few months. Maybe it would take a bit longer to completely get past her baggage.

The important thing was that they were going to move forward together, and she felt the last of the fear and tension going out of her. It left her shaky, weak, but relieved enough to tease him a little. And as embarrassing as it would have been to be spanked in a motel with paper thin walls, she would have accepted it as something she’d earned. Waiting until they got home was much better though, even if it did mean Sam had access to the meaner toys.

She was glad to put all thought of punishment off in favor ofotheractivities. He began to kiss her as his hand explored her body. It was a gentle loving, full of soft touches and caresses.

She let go of everything just to concentrate on him and what he was doing to her. It was so nice to say goodbye to the stress and fears she’d been living with. Her conscious mind drifted in a pleasant haze as she relaxed entirely for the first time in ages. At least her mind did. Her body was far from limp and relaxed. It was hyper-attuned to everything that was happening.

The occasional spank just added to her enjoyment as it always did, but the ripping of her skirt did pull her briefly back to the present. She pretended to be upset but she wasn’t really. Having the clothes ripped from her body was hot and although there was the worry of what she would wear home—that was future Charlie’s problem, and she was happy to toss it away like he tossed the remains of her skirt.

He stripped her naked with a single-minded focus and then he began to kiss, lick, and bite his way around her body. It seemed like every inch of her skin felt the touch of his mouth in one way or another, and he wasn’t half through before she was gasping and moaning. He had yet to reach between her thighs and she was already panting with need.

When he finally worked his way down between her legs, dropping light kisses on her inner thighs, she was nearly desperate. Her back arched up off the bed, lifting her sex in a silent plea for more. Fingers, mouth, or cock, she didn’t care but she needed his attention focusedthere.

He spread her legs, gripping her upper thighs and chuckled as he leaned in to blow a soft breath across the damp curls. He deliberately held back what she needed just to tease her. He took his time, drawing things out until she was ready to scream. She could hear a soft whimpered pleading, and suddenly realized it was her.

“Please Daddy, please touch me. Please I need—I need you to touch me.”

“Iamtouching you, darlin’. Can’t you feel it?” He tightened his grip on both legs and nipped her inner thigh playfully.

She couldn’t hold back the whine, or the exasperated, “Not there, Daddy!”

“No?” He leaned in and dragged his tongue across the soft flesh just below her belly button. “How about here?”

“Maybe a little further down,” she said as she lifted her hips. Her attempt to guide him to the exact spot where she wanted his attention just seemed to amuse him.

“Maybe you better tell meexactlywhat you want. Otherwise, I might never get it right—and this will be a good chance for you to practice your communication skills.”

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