Page 4 of Thanksgiving Daddy's Girl
“I’m enjoying life, little one. Seeing and experiencing the world around me,” he says. “It’s something I’ve been trying to convince your dad to do. He deserves it.”
“He does. But ever since mom…”
My voice trails away but I don’t need to finish my statement. Myles knows as well as I do what my dad’s been like since my mom died.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know. I’m hoping to change that though.”
“I’d love it if you did. I can’t stand seeing my dad so lonely,” I tell him. “He says he’s happy enough, but I think deep down, he’s lonely.”
Myles nods. “Aye. I think so too.”
“So, what can we do about that?”
“I don’t know,” he replies. “I’ve been trying for a while now, but he’s just lost himself in his work. It keeps him from thinking about Gwenny?—”
“But by trying to avoid thinking about her, he’s doing nothing but thinking about her.”
“I agree.”
His eyes slide to my chest again, lingering on the view of my breasts I’m giving him, and I feel my entire body flush. It’s hard to keep the smile off my face. He finally manages to wrench his gaze away and takes another bite of his sandwich. That electricity in the air though, lingers.
“So, how long are you going to be in town?” I ask.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “I actually don’t have a plan. I was restless back home and wanted to go. Plus, it was getting cold there and I craved a little warmth and sunshine. But right now, I’m just kind of… wandering.”
“Well, I’m glad your wandering brought you here.”
“Are you?”
“I am,” I reply. “It’s good for my dad to see you. And I haven’t seen you in a long time either, so it’s nice to catch up.”
“Aye. It is,” he says. “And I can’t believe how much you’ve… grown up.”
“Happens to us all.”
His laughter is like a deep roll of thunder I feel coursing throughout my entire body. It’s a delicious sensation and sendswave after wave of inappropriate thoughts washing through my mind. I take the last bite of my sandwich then wipe my hands on a napkin as a devious thought floats through my mind. Letting my robe slip off my shoulders, it falls to the floor as I pick up my plate.
Walking around the island, I slide in beside him and open the dishwasher to put my plate inside. As I do, I can feel his eyes on me. They slide up and down my body as I take my time. He clears his throat and takes a step away, turning slightly, but not before I catch sight of the massive erection in his pants. My body quivers and I feel myself grow impossibly wet.
“Well, I should probably go take a shower,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m just going to finish up my sandwich.”
I give him a smile I know is flirtatious as hell and keep myself from laughing when his face colors. Walking around the island, I bend down and pick up my robe, making sure he gets a long look at my body then turn and head for the stairs, putting a little extra sway in my hips. As I walk out of the kitchen, I hear him let out a long breath.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters.
I smile to myself as I climb the stairs, heading for the shower when I plan on getting myself off thinking about him and that giant cock in his pants. At least once.
Maybe twice.
Maybe more.
4
MYLES
“Everything okay?”
