Page 29 of Daddy Vibes (The Anti-Bachelorette 2)

We are walking through the grocery store joking around, and it feels good to just be out doing something normal with him. He doesn’t reach for my hand or try to touch me like he usually does at home though. I can tell he’s still worried about what people think.

Don’t get me wrong, I am worried too. Just not as much because I don’t have as much on the line. No one at the tattoo shop would care if I’m dating someone so much older. I’m sure I’d get the few “slut” or “gold digger” comments, but nothing that I haven't been called before.

He is checking out the different cereal sales, and I just watch him for a moment. He seems to feel me staring at him and glances my way. He smiles at me. “What?”

I just smile back. “Nothing.” I pause. “I was just thinking. Are you sure you want to do this? Like are you okay with us being out in public together for real?”

He frowns. “Angie, where is this coming from?”

I just sigh. “I mean it’s one thing when we are alone together at the house, but I’m not spending the rest of my life cooped up inside.”

He looks down at the ground for a second. “Can you just give me some time? I just want to tell the people I’m close to first. I don’t want them hearing rumors that aren’t true.”

He comes closer to me and places his hand along my jaw, which surprises me since we are still out in public. “I want to be with you Angie. I want everyone to know you’re with me. I just have to make sure people don’t get the wrong idea about you. You are amazing and kind and confident. I don’t want that to get lost in the sea of rumors.”

I bite my lip to hold back a smile. “Does it bother you that I’ve never seriously dated someone before.”

He just laughs. “Does it bother you that I’ve never seriously dated anyone before?”

I stand back for a second just thinking about what he said. I guess I never really thought about him dating anyone before. I don’t want to think about him dating anyone else to be honest. The more I think about it though, the more sure I am of us. He’s right. He never really dated anyone before, so for him to be risking his reputation to be with me means he really is serious about me. I just smile at him. “No. I knew you were waiting for your dream girl. Me.” I joke.

He laughs harder at that. “C’mon dream girl let’s get back home.” He swings his arm around my shoulder and leans down and kisses my forehead, then we walk a few feet away from each other up to the check out, which I am actually okay with. For now at least.

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I am lying back in Eric’s arms again tonight. He leans down and starts kissing his way from my shoulder up to my neck and back down again. His hands begin wandering over my stomach and up to my breasts where he gently squeezes. I feel his erection grow under my ass. I can tell he’s getting as impatient about the whole no sex thing as I am.

I tried telling him I was fine, but he insisted we wait for the doctor’s approval first. He said he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he hurt me while doing that. My follow up appointment is for tomorrow anyway.

I move my hips a little so my butt rubs against his cock, and then I reach behind me and grip my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to mine. He groans and tries to pull away. “Just one more day. I can survive one more day.” He whispers to me. I don’t know if he’s trying to convince me or himself.

I turn myself around so that I am seated in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “You know there are other more gentle things we can still do.” I didn’t bring this up before because honestly I was really just enjoying being intimate with him without the actual sex these past few days. It actually felt more intimate that way than actually being with him physically. Now though. I want him. I need him.

I slide down his legs slowly and reach into his shorts and pull his cock out, never straying my eyes from his. I slowly rub my hand up and down it and gently rub my thumb over the tip. He closes his eyes again and groans. “Angela…”

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Eric

Fuck her hand feels good wrapped around me. I don’t know if it’s because she’s been sleeping in my bed every night without anything happening between us, but I feel like my dick is extra sensitive right now. I want her so much. She leans down and kisses the tip of my cock, and I jerk back. “Fuck. I can wait. You don’t have to do that.”

She lifts her face and smiles at me. “I don’t have to do anything. And don’t you worry. You’ll be doing your fair share.”

She suddenly gets up and leaves the room. I am left just laying here with my dick hard as a rock hanging out of my shorts. What the hell? “Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer but comes back into the room a few seconds later holding what looks to be some kind of vibrator and lube. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Have you been using that the whole time you’ve been here?”

She comes back onto the bed and kisses my lips. “What, like you haven’t been jerking off in the shower everyday?”

I just grin back. “Twice a day. Why do you think I take one in the morning and one when I get home from work?”

She laughs. “Geez no wonder you were able to keep your hands to yourself all week.”

I nuzzle into her neck and kiss up it. “It didn’t help at all. I’d just imagine you while I was doing it, and it would make me want you more.”

She laughs again, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I want to be buried inside her so bad. “How’s this thing work?” I reach for the toy she brought in, but she pulls it back.

“Not yet. Patience. I need to be warmed up first.” She grins at me.

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