Page 6 of Guardian Daddy's Girl
Hailey makes her way straight to the living room and flicks the TV on. My guess is it’s become habit to drown out the silence. Just some noise so her place doesn’t feel so empty.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I stop in the doorway and lean against the frame.
“Sure. I’ll have a glass of wine, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” I step back. “Red or white?”
“Hmm,” she flicks through the channels. “Let’s go with red.”
I head into the kitchen, but before I grab the drinks I take a moment to observe it. Mostly looking for signs that Hailey’s been taking care of herself while she’s been alone. Grieving.
To my surprise, there’s a stack of dishes in the basin, with a pan on the stove that cooked this morning’s breakfast.
I’ve never been happier to see a mess in my life.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge and cracking open a fresh bottle of red, I take the drinks back to Hailey. She’s lying on the sofa, watching the intro to some movie I’ve never heard of.
“It’s a romance, a rom-com,” she says. “Hope you don’t mind?”
“Not one bit.” I fall next to Hailey and get comfortable on the sofa.
Around twenty minutes into the movie, Hailey kicks her legs over my lap. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded it. But she’s hovering dangerously close to my rock-hard spear, and I’m not sure there’s any way to talk myself out of it, if she happened to brush against it.
“Listen, Hailey, I should apologize.” I decide to speak, hoping making things a little more serious will keep her from moving. Or better yet, cool me down.
“For what?” She turns her eyes to me. “Those guys deserved what they got. You don’t have to say sorry about that.”
“It’s not them I’m sorry for.” Nah, those pricks deserve a lot worse than what I gave ‘em. But I’ve dealt with enough death for one day. “I shouldn’t talk to you that way. Fun as it is, I don’t want you regretting your decisions.”
“I don’t regret my decisions,” she says. “None of them.”
Well, that backfired. Instead of settling the throb, this made it so much worse.
“And something tells me you feel the same way.” Her eyes twinkle devilishly, telling me all I need to know. If I were a blushing man, I’d be doing it now.
“It’s that obvious?”
She nods, slowly. Teasingly. “It’s not exactly easy to miss.”
Looking down at my pants, I see what she means. The front’s practically a tepee, bobbing and bouncing every time my cock flexes inadvertently.
“But you don’t have to be embarrassed, Rex,” she says.
“I’m not.” And that’s the problem.
“Then how about you let me help you with it?” Her eyes widen as she says those words, as her mouth drops so low in astonishment that I’m surprised it hasn’t dislocated from her jaw.
Even she wasn’t expecting that one.
Hailey drags her legs off my lap, slowly brushing my girth with the back of her foot as she goes. Giggling as she does it tells me it was intentional. She kicks her feet off the couch, adjusting her body until she’s on all fours next to me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, crunching my hands into fists to stop them from grabbing her.
She doesn’t know how close she is to being flung over the coffee table, stripped bare, and having her tight little cunt destroyed.
Then again, she wouldn’t be poking the bear if she didn’t know.
Her fingers walk across my thigh, stepping ever closer to my erection. I watch as it nears, no more fight left in me to stop this. I’ve tried being the bigger person, fending off my base instincts, but at the end of it all, I’m still a man. And she’s a woman. A beautiful fucking woman that’s plagued my every waking thought for the last two years.
