Page 13 of Spooking the Mountain Man
"Daddy." It feels natural, right. "I don't know why, but—"
"Don't overthink it." His voice is rough. "It just... happened. And it felt fucking perfect."
"You've never...?"
"Never." He pulls back enough to look at me, and there's wonder in his eyes mixed with the heat. "That just came out of my mouth and I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it."
"I liked it," I admit. "I really liked it. Is that weird?"
"If it's weird, we're both weird." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "You called me Daddy when you came. Did you realize?"
I didn't. Heat floods my cheeks. "Oh god."
"Don't." He captures my chin, making me look at him. "Don't be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard."
"So we're just... doing this now?"
"Looks like it." A slow smile spreads across his face. "Unless you want to stop."
"No," I say quickly. Too quickly, judging by his pleased expression. "I don't want to stop."
"Good. Because I'm keeping you, baby girl."
Outside, the storm is still raging, but here in Callum's arms, I feel safe and satisfied and completely at peace. For the first time in months, maybe years, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
"Callum?" I say sleepily, my eyes already drifting closed. "I mean... Daddy?"
"Either one, baby. Whatever feels right in the moment." He presses another kiss to my hair. "What is it?"
"Thank you. For taking care of me. For knowing what I needed even when I didn't."
"Always," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "I'll always take care of my girl. That's a promise."
And as I drift off to sleep in his arms, wrapped in his warmth and strength, I believe him with my whole heart.
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Callum
IwakeupwithKelly in my arms and the worst case of blue balls in recorded history.
Sunlight streams through the guest room windows, highlighting the golden strands in her hair where it's spread across my chest. She's still naked, soft and warm against my side, and the memory of last night – her taste, her sounds, the way she came apart calling me Daddy – makes my already painful erection throb with renewed interest.
Kelly stirs against my chest, making a small sound of contentment that goes straight to my groin. Her hand moves over my stomach and I bite back a groan.
"Morning," she says, voice drowsy.
"Morning, sweetheart."
She tilts her head up to look at me, cheeks flushing pink when she takes in our position – her naked body draped over mine, my arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
"Any regrets?" I ask.
Kelly considers it seriously. "No. You?"
"None."
She smiles, tension leaving her shoulders. "Good."
