Page 11 of Tilly's Tutus
“Okay, Papa,” Tilly whispered. “Or do you prefer Daddy?”
Carter thought for a moment and smiled. “I think Papa is perfect. Just like Papa’s little tutu maker.”
Tilly wanted to laugh at his assumption that she was perfect, but before she could, he closed the distance and kissed her. It was a simple, gentle kiss, just a brush of his lips over hers, but it made her catch her breath. He did it again before settling in for more.
And more and more and more. The brush of lips quickly deepened and when her lips parted, he took the kiss to the next level. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to his body.
She leaned into him, loving every moment of being in his arms. She was a cuddler and though his body was hard as a wood board, he cuddled her so good.
Their kisses went on and on and once again the world retreated. Until a group of teenagers walked by and someone called out, “Get a room,” while another gave a loud wolf whistle.
Carter pulled back and frowned at the group of teens, but did not threaten to run them in. After all, they weren’t out too late, and though disturbing them, they’d really saved his ass. His control had been shredding fast and the last thing he needed was to be caught having sex in a parking lot in the middle of town.
Looking at Tilly, he smiled at her flustered appearance. Then he glanced over the top of the SUV and met the frustrated gaze of the man her sister had been sitting with. “I want to go yell at them, but I also want to thank them for reminding me that we’re not alone.”
“Uh-huh,” Tilly murmured as she quickly realized their surroundings. “We need to go.”
She unlocked the SUV and when she reached for the door handle, he brushed her hand away and opened it. “Let me be a gentleman,” he murmured in her ear.
Once she was seated in the driver’s seat, he leaned in to secure her seatbelt and then brush one last kiss on her lips. “Drive safe and text me when you get home.”
With her sister now sitting beside her, Tilly nodded. “I will.”
Pulling in a deep breath, Carter stepped back and closed the door. He waited until she started the engine and carefully backed out of the parking space. Moving toward his truck, hewatched until they drove out of sight before turning to the man who remained standing beside him.
“The Smith women are something else,” he commented.
“Yes they are,” the other man answered before turning and walking away.
Carter climbed into his truck and forced himself to drive to his little house on the edge of town instead of following Tilly’s SUV. Once inside, he quickly hand-washed his shirt in the kitchen sink and hung it up. If it wasn’t completely dry by morning, he would toss it in the dryer for a few minutes.
After a quick shower, he pulled on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed, knowing he also needed to get a good night’s sleep if he was going to be on top of his game tomorrow.
Staring at the ceiling, he found himself smiling as he recalled the day. Especially watching Tilly dance around in her tutu, dealing with her customers, and then the two of them sitting and just getting to know each other over dinner.
His cock had been hard since he’d helped her out of her SUV before dinner. With visions of Tilly running through his head, Carter slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his hard-as-stone cock.
Pushing back the covers and shoving his boxers down around his thighs, he began to slowly stroke his hand up and down the length of his cock, moaning loudly as he envisioned Tilly’s hand replacing his and then sliding her mouth over the tip of his cock and taking it deep into her mouth.
He grunted as his orgasm rolled through him a few minutes later. When he could move again, he rose and went to the bathroom to clean up. Then he returned to bed, just as his phone beeped with a text.
Tilly:
Home safe and sound. Good night, Papa.
Carter:
Good night, little dancer. Text me when you leave for the convention.
Tilly’s reply was a thumbs-up so he assumed that meant she would. If he did not receive a text, he would have to find a time and place during the day to dispense a little lesson in doing what Papa said.
Rolling over, he took a deep breath and released it in a whoosh before he fell into the blackness of sleep.
Chapter Seven
“What do you think about taking all the inventory in tomorrow and getting a hotel room in town for the rest of the convention?” Lottie asked when they were about halfway home.
Tilly was nodding before her sister finished asking the question. “I think that’s a great idea. We’ll just have to pack some clothes and the rest of the boxes. That does mean we’ll need to sell enough not to have to make two trips once the convention is over.”
