Page 79 of More, Daddy
When I return, I let out a string of curse words as I grip the door and step back, one boot inside, one on the hot pavement outside. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing in here?”
Briar sits atop the training table, wearing spandex little shorts that the cheerleaders practice in, and a sports bra. Nothing else. A few weeks ago, hell, even a few days ago, seeing her like this would mean nothing. A junior coach wearing practice clothes. That’s all it is.
Now that I know every curve of her naked body—her soft, tantalizing bare breasts, the way her form sets my blood on fire—seeing her in practice clothes feels like a violation, like stumbling into a private moment in a restroom. I force myself to look away, to tear my gaze from this devious little liar, her flawless thighs, her supple ass—every inch of her is a dangerous temptation I’m fighting to ignore.
Her honey blonde hair is off her shoulders, pulled into a messy, sagging ponytail, the ends dusting between her shoulder blades as she turns to face me. The fantasy I had about Cadence comes rushing back—the one where I wake her up with my words at the back of her ear, cock pressing into her pink panties while I whisper for her to keep quiet, to let daddy make himself feel better—and this time in the fantasy, when Cadence peers at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes hooded with desirous foreboding—I see Briar.
She disrupts the disturbing fantasy.
“I need to talk to you, and you’ve been avoiding me all day,” she says, sliding down from the table to cross the roomtoward me. I stick out my hand, indicating that she should stop. That she should not get in my personal space.
Her ponytail bounces when she stops, and her tits do, too. Fuck. I should not be looking at her tits. Despite the fact I know what they look like unclothed, I know what the tips look like when they’re needing a mouth, when they’re needing a palm.
I hold her eyes to impart the severity of my next words. “Leave me alone.”
As if I never spoke, Briar steps closer, close enough for me to see the ring of emerald mixed into the blue of her left iris. “I love you, West.”
“Quit fucking saying that!” I hiss, rearing back to make sure no one is outside. The coast is clear, so I pull the old, heavy metal door shut, sealing us into the hot, mostly dark training room. I shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it onto the training bed as sweat dampens my back and neck. “You–you knew who I was the entire time. You pretended to be a stranger when all along, you were fucking hunting me! You told me your dad is staying with you… You said you were Cadence. All you’ve done is lie to me,” I hiss, wiping my forehead with my palm. “Look, you have to stop now. Okay?”
She shakes her head. “No. I won’t stop because of a tiny little hiccup.” She folds her arms over her chest, oozing defiance as she purses her lips. God, she’s being such a fucking brat. I want nothing more than to take her over my knee and punish her.
That thought—daddy punishing his bad girl—stops me in my tracks.
“A hiccup?” I hiss, quickly trying to control the burgeoning rage in my veins. Taking in a deep breath through my nose, I let it out calmly through my mouth, adding, “A hiccup would be lying about your height, okay? Lying aboutwhoyou areis not a hiccup.” I reach past her and pull open the door, letting heat and sunlight pour inside, illuminating the torn leather of the training table. “Leave.”
“It wasn’t all lies. Hardly any of it was.” Her voice is disarmingly tender. “We need to talk about us, West.”
I shake my head and stare down at my boots, keeping my voice as low as I can. “There is no us.”
A beat passes, and her silence draws my attention to her wide blue eyes. “There is an us.”
I shake my head, forcing myself to ignore the vivid emerald ringing her pupils and the way freckles bloom across her flushed cheeks like constellations. “I thought there was an us,” I say, my voice raw, cracking under the weight of her betrayal. “But the person I poured my heart into? She doesn’t even exist.” I lick my lips, letting the storm raging in my chest fuel my words. “You’re a liar, and we’re nothing.”
My words wound her, evident by the way she recesses back a moment, stretching her arms around herself, hugging.
“I didn’t lie about any of it, West,” she argues softly. “I meant every word. Every single detail was true. Everything I shared, felt, thought—that was all me. The only detail I slightly fudged–”
Slightly fudged?
I grabbed Cadence Caine’s fucking hand in the breakroom and shot her “let’s fuck” eyes.Slightly fucking fudged?My anger soars, reaching new heights, taking over my brain and hand function.
Using my boot, I kick the door shut this time and press Briar into it, reaching behind her to twist the lock. I take her jaw in my hand, the way I did at my house last night, and use my other hand to pin her hip to the metal door. “Slightly fudged? You aren’t the person you said you were! There ain’ttwo ways to slice that, Briar! You lied! Everything between us was based on a goddamn lie!”
Tears fill her eyes, and she reaches down between us, slipping her hand into her white little workout shorts.
Those shorts should not be allowed.
Her eyes roll shut and by the time I realize what she’s doing, her hand reappears between us.
“Don’t,” I hiss, my nostrils flaring, voice raw with simmering and fresh rage. She holds it between us, and spreads her pointer and middle finger apart slightly, sticky desire threading between them.
“Does this look like a lie?” she whispers. “I’m so wet for you, West. I’m so wetfor us. For us to have everything we planned on having. I love you, please don’t be mad.”
“Stop fucking say—” I don’t finish my sentence. Because that little fucking brat shoves her fingers into my mouth, short-circuiting my brain as the tangy and sweet flavor of her young pussy captures my taste buds.
I jump back, relinquishing my hold on her chin and hip. With each step I take back, Briar takes one forward, wearing a diminutive smile that has my cock hard and my heart racing.
“Don’t say I love you? Why?” She reaches out, brazenly cupping her hand over my crotch. Her eyes widen as a sated smirk slithers over lips, eyes growing hooded. “You want me West. You want me because you’re in love with me, too.”
