Page 10 of Praise Me: Pilot
Even if by some stroke of luck, Phil could forgive me for hooking up with his eighteen-year-old daughter, he couldn’t have been clearer that he doesn’t want the life of a pilot’s wife forhis daughter. Hell, Haylo doesn’t want a pilot. In fact, I’m pretty sure her main objective tonight is to fuck me in a revenge plot against her father.
So this situation is pretty complicated. Because even knowing all of that, the guilt, the consequences, her ulterior motive…I still want to bring her back to my hotel and come inside of her as many times as humanly possible before I leave tomorrow night. I’ve never manhandled a woman or spat on her. I’ve never gotten off on being called Daddy. All of this is foreign to me. She’s coaxing something dominant inside of me that wants to strike like a snake and I’m not sure if I can control it. Not when she’s a living, breathing temptation.
Holding Haylo’s wide-eyed gaze, I answer the phone. There’s every chance she’s going to out me to her father, right here and now. Speak up and let him know she’s here, sitting in my lap, with her freshly sucked nipples. If that’s what she chooses to do, so be it. I deserve to get caught red-handed. I’ll face the consequences like a man. “Phil. How’s it going?”
“I’m on my way to pick up a hot redhead—it doesn’t get much better than that!” What about you?”
Haylo obviously hears through the phone, because her father’s words cause her shoulders to slump, her arms to cross protectively over her breasts. “Right. Just finished with the sorority’s welcome dinner.”
“How was it?”
I couldn’t keep my hands off your sexy little daughter.“Nice. About what you’d expect. A lot of excited squealing. Overcooked chicken.”
Haylo rolls her eyes at me.
“No booze?” Phil asks.
“Not a drop.”
Good thing, too. My judgment is already sorely lacking tonight.
“How is my girl? She’s not too upset that I didn’t make it, is she?”
She’s not your girl, snarls a voice inside of me. Shocking me.
Where did that come from?
I should reassure Phil that everything is fine, that he shouldn’t worry. That I have the weekend covered. But the dejected droop of Haylo’s shoulders lights a fire in my chest. “Actually, she’s pretty disappointed, Phil. Rightly so. Everyone else’s parents managed to get their asses down here, except for you.” Haylo’s mouth drops open, her surprise over my outburst evident. And I have a lot of nerve telling Phil off after what I’ve just done, don’t I? I can’t help it, though. Someone needs to go to bat for this girl. She’s been horribly neglected and frankly, I’m fucking pissed about it. “She deserves better than that from her father.”
Silence settled against my ear. “I don’t need a lecture, Joel.”
“I think you do.” I bite my tongue before my temper gets the best of me. For now. Again, who the hell am I to berate Phil when I’ve just allowed his daughter to rub her pussy on me until we both came? I should be locked up indefinitely. Especially because I want to do it again, with my face between her thighs next time. “Good night, Phil,” I say, my voice like gravel. “I’ll text you an update tomorrow.”
I hang up before he can respond, dropping my head back to throw a curse up at the sky. I’m surprised as hell when Haylo’s petite body slams into mine, her arms winding around my neck. Holding me tightly while her uneven breath warms my neck.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For standing up for me.”
Jesus, if I thought I was protective before, it was nothing compared to the storm of responsibility that rages inside of me now, with this angel clinging to me in the dark. I want to set fire to anything or anyone who would dare to hurt someone so perfect.
She needs a Daddy, says that voice inside of me.Be what she needs.
With an effort, I force myself to snap back to reality.
Wake up, Joel.
I’m fourteen years older than her. Her journey is only beginning. This urge to interrupt her life and become the dominant figure at the center of it…is unforgiveable. I can’t believe I have that desire inside of me at all. But I do have a desire for dominance when it comes to Haylo. And I have to fight it.
I can’t pin her face down on my hotel room bed, cram my two longest fingers inside of her and explain that she won’t be speaking to other men anymore. Not even to ask for the time. Not even to say a polite hello.
I can’t do that.
Men who do that kind of thing are psychotic.
“I need to take you home, angel,” I rasp, ignoring the hot blood that fills my dick at the image of her naked on a bed, one of my hands holding her wrists captive at the small of her back, the other exploring between her legs. “Now.”
She gives my neck a final squeeze, then eases away, nodding.
Letting her climb off my lap and get dressed might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life—and considering the missions I completed in the air force, that is saying something. I attempt to fix my clothes as much as possible. Not easy when I’ve just ejaculated in my pants and my cock is already swelling again for more of Haylo and the magic rub of her hot little pussy.
