Page 96 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“Yeah.” His voice was deep, raspy. This close to him, in the narrow hallway, he seemed even larger than normal. His broad shoulders eclipsed mine, and his biceps bulged beneath the clingy fabric of his Henley. His muscled thighs shifted apart slightly, to allow me in closer to him. He held the plate out to the side, so that I could slot into place against him, and I picked up the fork and scooped up a bite.
“It’s okay if you don’t like it,” I said, suddenly hesitant.
“Give it to me,” he growled, and holy shit, my blood rushed south as I instantly began to harden in my jeans.
I held the fork up to his lips, and he parted them, letting me slide the food inside. It wasn’t much to look at, just crumbly yellow bread hiding creamy goodness inside. But, as his eyes slid closed, and he rumbled a sound of pleasure, as if I’d just fed him the finest cuisine imaginable, I was utterly captivated.
His eyes opened. “Delicious, just like you.”
I felt my cheeks heat, which was utterly ridiculous. I’d slept with this man, let him manipulate my body in countless ways, begged him to spank me and fuck me. And now I was blushing? There was just something so intense about his gaze, something predatory. Like he wanted to eat me, like he was seconds away from throwing me on the floor and having me right there.
I fed him another bite, and another, until the plate was empty. His lips were moist and shiny from eating, and I couldn’t resist any longer; I wrapped a hand around his neck, leaned in, and kissed him. He was quick to kiss me back, feeding me the flavor of sweet corn and spicy peppers.
When I pulled back, I asked, “Are you going to want any dessert after eating all that?”
He chuckled. “Nothing they have here.”
My cock throbbed with want. “How about we get out of here then?”
“Sure.” He raised a hand to my cheek. “You feel okay? That phone call couldn’t have been easy.”
“Better now,” I said, pressing against him so that he could feel my arousal.
I was too drained to rehash everything my mother and I had said to one another, but Ididfeel better—as if I’d cut myself open and drained some of the poison inside. We were a long way from having the close relationship we once did, but Geraldine’s words still resonated with me. I did miss having my mom in my life, and Iwouldregret it if I didn’t at least try to bridge the chasm between us. Mom had asked me a dozen questions, and I hadn’t gone easy on her. I’d hit her with the doozy that I was dating Trace right away, just to test her. If she were going to give me grief, I didn’t need it. But she’d surprised me by saying that she was happy for me, and that Trace was the best, most big-hearted person she’d ever met.
And he was. He was everything.
“I just need my Daddy’s love, and everything will always be okay.”
“Well, you have that for as long as you want it,” he said, kissing me gently.
“I’ll always want it,” I said seriously, meeting his dark gaze. “Think you can handle that? Handle me forever? Even with my anxiety and stress, my tendency to avoid hard things in life. I’m fucking needy.”
Maybe I was testing Trace too. I couldn’t seem to help myself.
He arched an eyebrow at me. “Do you doubt your Daddy, brat? Because a demonstration in just how well I can handle you can be arranged. If you think you’re needy now, just wait.”
There was a dark promise in his words, and I shivered despite the scowl he leveled at me. “I don’t doubt you,” I said quickly. “I’m just feeling…unmoored after that conversation, I guess.”
“Well, then, we better get out of here so I can show you just how firmly you’re anchored.” He gripped the back of my neck, squeezing. “You’re going to please me, and keep on pleasing me, day after day, brat. If you need me, I’ll take care of you. If that’s spanking you, we’ll do that. If it’s holding you, we’ll do that. And if that’s not enough, you’ll find a therapist and work it out another way.” He leveled me with a hard look. “I will meet your needs, whatever they are, starting with tonight.”
“Tonight?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’m taking you back to the B&B and wringing you out so thoroughly you’ll be purged of any uncertainties about us. I’m going to show you what your Daddy does with needy boys.”
“Boys?” I asked, pouting.
“Oh, did I say boys? I meant brats. One in particular.”
My blood rushed faster, heating even more at the thought of what he might have in store for me. Daddy was nothing if not creative.
Would he tie me again? Would he edge me to the breaking point before taking me rough and hard, or shower with me gentleness between hard slaps to my ass, confusing my nerves and emotions until I was a trembling mess?
Whatever he did, I knew that it would be perfect. He’d deliver on his promise, pushing my boundaries and capturing all of my focus with his intensity. And whether he used hard hands or soft lips on me, I would know, without a single doubt, that it was done in love.
I wanted to feel that love, taste it, even suffer for it. Because the payoff would be amazing for both of us.
“That’s better,” I said, pushing the envelope. “Because I’m the only brat you’ll ever need.”
