Page 6 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Have a drink,” I tell her, pushing the glass her way. Nellie picks it up, eyeing the amber liquid with apprehension. Slowly, she brings the glass to her lips, tipping it up. I watch as the liquid passes her lips and goes down her throat. She makes a face when it reaches her tongue, but she swallows all of it. The entire glass.
“Whew,” she sighs, putting her glass back down on the counter. I sip mine, watching as she looks around the kitchen. “Have you ever cooked in here?”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m not much of a cook.”
She looks surprised.
“If I lived here, I’d be in here all the time. I live in the tiniest apartment, and my kitchen is barely there. I’m sure you’d love my cooking.” Sounds like the whiskey helped to make her a little more comfortable. She’s definitely more talkative.
“Oh yeah? What would you cook for me?”
She smiles.
“Oh, I don’t know. There’s chicken and beef and all kinds of soups.”
“All kinds of soups?”
Nellie laughs, holding onto the counter. I’m not sure when the last time someone laughed that heartily in my house was. The only people who ever visit are the women I sleep with, and that’s usually just screams of pleasure sometimes followed by a slap when they find out I’d rather they leave than spend the night.
“Sorry, that wasn’t that funny,” Nellie apologizes as her giggles subside. “I think it was just the way you said soups.”
“Don’t apologize.” Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. We stare at one another for a couple of seconds before her eyes cut away.
“I can show you the hot tub now,” I offer.
She blushes again.
“Um, okay.”
I pick up the drink I poured for myself and down it before leading Nellie over to the hot tub. It’s in my backyard close to the pool under a large covering.
“See? The water’s warm. Hot even. You sure you don’t want to go for a dip? It feels really nice on a cold night.”
Nellie bites her lip, wrapping her hand around her arm.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go in, but I don’t have a swimsuit. What would I wear?”
I grin.
“That’s easy. You could wear nothing, sweetheart. Those are the rules of my hot tub. No clothes.” Nellie looks at me like I’ve got two heads and I hold up my hands in submission. “Okay, okay. That’s just a joke. You could wear your underwear,” I offer as a substitute. While I would prefer Nellie in the nude, I can understand we need to ease into this.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she mumbles.
Clearly, she’s going to need some convincing. I go over and turn on the tub, giving it a little bit of time to heat up. Next, I take off my shirt and watch as Nellie’s eyes go straight to my abs, staring at them for a few seconds, her pulse picking up.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“I’m going to hop in, and if you want to join me, you can.” I pull my pants down, and she continues to follow my movements. She blushes at the sight of my bulge. I know women find my physique intimidating. I’ve been told enough times and have given enough orgasms to know that I’m packing quite a bit of heat.
Nellie watches me as I slip into the tub. Even if she wasn’t here, I’d probably take a quick soak. It helps to ease my muscles after a long day. Spending all that time repairing bikes on the ground means I need to keep my body from getting too tight.
I’m sure Nellie’s body could relieve some of the pressure inside of me.
“How does the water feel?” Nellie asks timidly. She’s kneeling besides me on the stone tile by the tub. Her hand grips the edge, her fingers hanging over but not touching the water. I place my hand over hers, pulling it down so she can see for herself. I watch as her fingers break the surface of the bubbles.
“What do you think?”
