Page 55 of Mountain Daddy
“Oh, to be young.”
Following his lead, I turn off the TV and head to my bedroom.
With the door shut firmly behind me, I climb onto my bed and stare at my phone.
Do I call him?
Text him?
I bite down on my lip.
Calling shouldn’t feel so intimidating. But it does.
And texting…
Oh my god, Kendra. He’s older, not ancient. This isn’t a number for a rotary phone.
Chapter 30
Luther
My phone chimes with a text,and I’m already grinning when I grab it off my nightstand.
Normally, I’d be asleep by now, but I was holding out hope that my little Kendra Doll would use the number I gave her. So here I am, book in lap, up past my bedtime, thinking about a girl.
Unknown: You know how to text, Old Man?
My grin grows.
Me: I know how to do a lot of things, Baby.
Before she replies, I save her number in my phone.
I debate for a moment what name to put her under. It’s unlikely Joe will ever be looking at my phone at the same time Kendra texts me, but on the off chance it could happen, I don’t want him seeing his daughter’s name.
Baby Doll: Skilled with his hands and technology. Color me impressed.
Me: Skilled with more than just my hands. Or do you need a reminder?
I reach down and adjust my dick through my sleep pants.
It’s been literal decades since I’ve felt this damn horny.
Baby Doll: My memory is a little foggy… I think a reminder will be necessary.
Me: I think that can be arranged.
Baby Doll: Promises. Promises.
Me: I always keep my promises.
Baby Doll: I’ll hold you to that.
I groan, thinking of all the things I’ll do to her the next time I get my hands on her.
Me: Before you go dream of me, I need you to answer a question.
Baby Doll: Bold assumption.
