by Izzy Slam
“Ice cream. Duh.”
Moses chuckles before standing up and clearing the table. My eyes sweep over him and I’m suddenly on fire. I don’t know how I’ve managed to go from thinking of him as my savior to wanting him to slide inside of my pussy and take my innocence. But that’s essentially what’s happened here.
We walk down the street for my birthday treat, taking in the sights along the way. It seems as though everything I need is right here on this island. I mean, everything I would need if I lived here permanently. On one side there’s a veterinarian and a medical practice, right next to a dentist’s office. And on the other side are a wide variety of shops including a drug store, a small grocers with an outdoor fruit and vegetable stand, a hardware store, a cute little diner, and last but not least, right at the end of the row of shops, is a tiny ice cream parlor that’s already crowded. Inside are just a few tables and they’re all taken.
Moses leans in to my ear and says, “Get whatever you want, double or triple scoop.”
My body trembles at his proximity. “What if I want four scoops?”
I look his way and he lifts a single brow at me. “Four is just over the top.”
I burst into giggles, hearing his laughter as he chimes in. We step up to the counter to place our order, and I already see what I want.
“Hi there, what can I get for you?”
“One scoop of double fudge in a waffle cone, please.”
The man nods politely and looks at Moses. “What can I get for you, Moses?”
Oh shit. They know each other?
“I’ll have the same thing, but no cone for me.”
Feeling nervous for some odd reason, I touch Moses on the arm. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
He looks at me with a hint of concern. “Okay. I’ll be on the patio out back, fighting for a table.”
Forcing a smile, I nod and follow the signs to the restroom, trying to figure out why I’m suddenly so unsettled. And it occurs to me that this island is small. Like, really small. Everyone probably knows everybody.
Which means, no one will ever believe that I’m Moses’s daughter.
I finish using the bathroom and wash up, telling myself over and over that it’s okay, that it doesn’t matter. It’s just a minor issue that likely won’t even be an issue.
“Get a grip, Paige,” I mutter under my breath, wiping the top of my forehead with a damp paper towel, then brushing it underneath my arms.
And that’s when the idea forms in my head. Moses can let everyone know I’m the daughter he never knew he had. He already has the phony birth certificate. We could come up with a story that would be totally believable. Like, maybe my mother died and I decided to hunt him down? Or something like that. He seems to be creative and resourceful. I’ll talk with him about it later.
I feel so much better when I exit the restroom. I see a sign pointing to the outdoor patio, and when I walk out and find him amongst a small crowd, sitting at a bistro style table and holding my ice cream with a devilish grin, I start to melt faster than the ice cream.
“Better hurry before it turns into a milkshake.”
“Ha, thanks.” I take the cone from his hand and start to sit down, when I realize … there isn’t a second chair.
“Yeah, someone must have snatched the other chair up. Here, sit,” he says, standing up to offer me his chair.
I place a hand on his chest. “No, it’s fine. You’ve been working all day. Besides,” I add, clearing my throat. “Maybe the birthday girl wants to sit in daddy’s lap and tell him all her birthday wishes.”
I swear I hear a soft growl come from his chest, but it’s more the look in his eyes that makes me hot between the legs.
“Alright, then. Daddy would like that.”
He sits down then pats a leg, and I plunk my bottom on the top of his quad, noticing how strong it is. Right as I swipe my tongue along the side of the chocolate ice cream, I feel his hand press against my outer thigh. My heart thumps a few times.
“Tell me all your birthday wishes, sweetie.”
“Well, I already have one of them.” I hold up the cone, then give it another lick as he watches me.
Fire smolders in his rich brown eyes as his fingers press into my naked flesh. “Mm-hmm, what else does my little girl want?”
I lick the chocolate from my lips and give him a coy smile, hoping that if anyone he knows remembers seeing us together, they won’t remember seeing all this sexual tension between us. “My other wish came true as well. Because I finally found my daddy, after all these years.”
I lean over to kiss him on the cheek, and his hand grips my leg with such intensity, my pussy responds by soaking my panties. Good god, Moses turns me on to no end.
“And daddy is so happy to finally meet his little girl,” he growls, rubbing his thumb along the corner of my mouth.
I can’t help but lick where he had just touched, the hint of chocolate mixed with the saltiness of his finger resting on the tip of my tongue. He pulls me higher on his leg, so that I can feel his erection touching my thigh, forcing me to pull in a rush of air.
“I, um, don’t know if I should give any more of my wishes away. Not before blowing out my candles, anyway.”
His jaw ticks, and heat flushes across my chest as I feel his cock stirring for attention.
Attention I want to give it.
Attention I think he wants me to give.
Playing this game of daddy and his girl is making me respond in ways I never would have expected. I just hope it doesn’t get us in trouble.
~Moses~
On the way back home, it’s a non-stop struggle to keep myself from taking Paige’s hand in mine. Everything about this girl turns me on, and the fucking heat outside isn’t helping. Something about summertime and sunshine really gets my blood and adrenaline pumping.
Blood surges through my cock at the mere memory of her sexy ass pressing against my leg, how soft her flesh was. The way she was swirling her tongue along the mound of chocolate ice cream as I envision her doing that to basically any part of my body, listening to her tell daddy her birthday wishes as my cock becomes engorged, twitching inside my pants at a desperate plea to be touched by her sweet, soft hands.
When she mentions one of her wishes coming true—finally finding her daddy after all these years—it occurs to me that most everyone on this island knows me, or knows about me. These fifty square miles seem to have suddenly shrunk with Paige in my life. And we need to come up with a background story to tell the locals. Because people will eventually start asking questions when they see us together. Which is going to make any sort of PDA off limits. Today has been such a whirlwind, from meeting her to having such intensely strong feelings for her that I can hardly contain myself, that I clearly didn’t think the whole thing through. I just went into protective mode.
Fuck. I need this girl. I need her body, her love. And even when I claim every bit of her body, she’ll still be my sweet girl. Daddy’s sweet little girl. I want to keep her safe, protect her from the evils of this world.
“Is there still room in that tummy for cake?” I almost reach over and touch her belly, stopping myself by sliding my hands into my jeans.
“There’s always room in my tummy for cake. If there isn’t, you should take my temperature.”
Smiling as she looks my way, Paige’s brilliant blue eyes seem to shimmer in the light of the setting sun.
“Good. And I have plenty of candles for you to make that secret wish.” I stop at the front door of my house, turning in her direction. I cup her face and pull her close. “I want all of your dreams to come true, baby girl.”
As she bats her eyelashes at me, I grow stiff, but I also feel a swelling in my chest. I can’t kiss her, not out here.
“I … I want that, too, daddy.”
Fuck, her sweet innocence is doing me in. My heart pounds, pumping blood throughout my body and making me feel like a ravenous beast. I want to slip inside he
r tight walls, take what is quickly feeling like mine.
I step back and remove the key from my pocket before unlocking the door. Paige washes up at the kitchen sink as I rifle through the kitchen drawer for some candles. They aren’t pink, but the icing is white, so these light blue ones should match.
After grabbing a few plates and a half gallon of milk, I light the candles one by one as Paige watches from the other side of the bar, her face serious and contemplative.
“This brings back a lot of memories,” she says.
“Happy ones, I hope.”
As a warm smile spreads across her face, I feel that tugging in my chest. Seeing her happy is my main goal.
“They are. I just miss my parents a lot. I wish they were here to celebrate with us.”
“You don’t feel them here?”
She glances up at the ceiling and twists her nose so adorably. “Actually, I do. I guess I always feel them with me.”
“That’s the way it should be.”
I light the last candle and lift the cake before singing the happy birthday song to Paige. She chimes in, her voice sounding like an angel to me as she substitutes “Me” for “Paige.”
I chuckle softly as I slide the cake in front of her, the reflection of the candles dancing in her eyes as she seems to be deep in thought.
“Hey, I thought you had that wish nailed down,” I tease, leaning against the counter.
“I thought I did. But now,” she adds, floating her eyes my way. “I have another wish that’s taking root.”
If there isn’t any sort of innuendo in that statement, then may the aliens here strike me dead.
“Does that wish involve another person?”
She bites her lip, nodding slowly as wax drips down a candle and falls to the icing below.
“Then you need to close your eyes and wish extra hard so that wish comes true.”
With a smile, she does just that, opening them up before blowing out all nineteen candles in one hard exhale.
“Wow. If that wish doesn’t come true, then heads are gonna roll.”
Paige bursts into laughter as I pour her a glass of milk. “Are you going to do the rolling?”
“You’re damn right I will.”
“Fair enough,” she says, sweeping her long hair over her shoulder. “I’ll let you know if it doesn’t.”
“Please do. It isn’t very often I have the opportunity to become violent for a good cause.”
“Does that mean … I’m a good cause?”
I watch her cutting a piece of cake with the knife, then licking her fingers when it becomes covered in icing.
“As far as I’m concerned right now, you’re my only cause.”
Freezing mid-cut, Paige flits her gaze at me, swallowing hard as she goes back to sliding the cake onto a plate. “I—I don’t know what to say to that.”
“You don’t have to say a thing, baby girl. I’ll look out for you. That’s all you need to know.”
She doesn’t speak a word. Not while we have cake, and not after as she carries our plates to the sink to rinse them off. After sliding them inside the dishwasher, she dries her hands and asks if she can go for a walk.
“Yes, of course. Would you like me to go with you?”
With a quick shake of the head, Paige makes my heart sink. “I want to learn my way around the island.”
I step her way, wanting to pull her close. “How about you start by learning your way around the block. It’s going to be pitch dark within the half hour.”
I feel marginally better when her face softens into a smile. “Okay. Around the block it is. Be back in a jiffy.”
The inner daddy in me is suddenly worried about her. But the pervert in me watches the way her taut little ass bounces softly as she leaves the kitchen. I hear the front door open and close, wishing I had loaned her my phone, just in case. But I’m sure she’ll be fine.
I take a hot shower while she’s gone, stroking my cock-of-steel for several long minutes before feeling the weight of my cum become unbearable in my balls. I shoot my load all over the tiled walls, growling into the stream of water as steam floats all around me. The edge is off for the moment, but I know that it will return, and likely the moment that my sweet baby girl walks through the front door.
Chapter Four
~Paige~
As I walk around the block, I fight the tears. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should feel like I’m on top of the world. And in a way I do. In the span of twelve hours I’ve gone from being homeless to being saved by the kindest and most generous man I’ve ever met, aside from my father, rest his soul.
Maybe that’s my problem. It’s been an emotional whirlwind today. So much has happened, and all on my birthday—the one day you’re supposed to celebrate with family and friends. But that honor was stolen from me forever the day they were killed.
I won’t allow myself to think about this. I should be happy today, and I am. But I can’t help but feel as though this happiness will be short lived.
I can’t stop this intense pull to Moses. And I love the fact that he says I’m his only cause, that I can depend on him to look out for me. The way he calls me his girl and the way my insides ignite when I call him daddy. All of it is so overwhelming.
And it really sucks because once the summer is over, so is our relationship. This whole pretend thing we have going on. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. I mean, there are times that I’m sure he’s flirting, but then I realize he’s got a heart of gold. I’m certain he’s treated other homeless women the same way.
Which reminds me, I was homeless before he took me in. Why in the world would he want me long term?
“Ma’am?”
A voice startles me, and I spin on my heels, only to find two men following close behind, both wearing suits and ties. “Yes?”
“We are patrolling the area and want to be sure that everything is … in order.”
I narrow my brow as they take a few steps in my direction. One of them is holding a tablet and wearing a blue tooth. The other, the one who’s talking, has silver hair and is wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, his face holding a serious expression.
“In order? I don’t understand.”
When he lifts his sunglasses to the top of his head, I can see the difference.
The difference between him and a human man.
His eyes are bright orbs of silver glitter. No irises, no pupils. A long, black unibrow spans his face.
It’s my first time in contact with an alien—a guest.
“Do you have identification on your person, ma’am?”
Shit. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Not with me, no. I—I was just taking a walk.”
He nods to his friend and reaches over, touching the tablet and mumbling something in his language before looking back at me. “What’s your name?”
“Paige Wilkins.”
“And where do you live, Miss Wilkins?”
My heart races. “Right around the corner here, on Sea Mist Avenue.”
“And whom do you live with, if we may so inquire?”
Were those manners I was picking up on? His partner looked to be human and kept typing on the screen as the guest glanced over. I wondered if he was using some form of translation.
“H—his name is Moses. Do you need to speak with him?” I start to explain that he’s my daddy, but I’m so terrified all of a sudden. And for whatever reason, I feel as though I should give them as little information as possible. I’m just thanking the heavens that I memorized his address, otherwise I would be so screwed right now.
The alien lifts a brow. “Yes, in fact. I would like to speak with him.”
“Oh,” I say in a near whisper. “Is—is there a problem?”
“No problem. We seem to be running into a lot of fraudulent cases.”
“Fraudulent?” I ask, feeling my heart pound harder.
He steps my way, examining my face with his silver eyes. “
Yes, fraudulent. People claiming to live with family when the truth is, they do not have any family at all. We are here to eradicate those frauds.”
My mouth begins to tingle, and I feel dizzy as I fake my way through this whole conversation. Running my hands through my long strands and feigning concern, I shake my head. “That is reprehensible, is it not? We need more of your kind, cleaning up the streets.”
He seems shocked at my remark, looking at his human partner. “Yes, it is. What exactly is your relationship to Moses?”
“Me?” I ask, tossing a hand over my chest. “I’m his girlfriend. We are madly in love.”
God, I don’t know where that lie comes from, but I only hope it works. I think I’m worried the birth certificate will look fake. Because, well, it is.
He looks at his partner before nodding his head. “If that’s the case, I am sure you won’t mind if we follow you home and check your identification.”
“Not at all.” My identification. The last name on my ID doesn’t match that on the birth certificate. Good thing I referred to myself as his girlfriend.
I force a smile as I walk around him and head back to Moses’s house, wondering how the hell I’m going to warn him that he’s now my boyfriend and not my daddy. So this is what it’s come down to—the aliens stopping random people walking down the street, minding their own business? Unbelievable.
My stomach churns with nausea as I fear the worst. I can hear their voices behind me, but I can’t understand what they’re saying, and it makes me paranoid as hell.
By the time we walk up the front porch, I’m a nervous wreck, and about ready to spin around and just tell them the truth and accept my fate. But when Moses opens the front door, and I see his face, dark with concern, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt he will fight for me.
“Good evening,” he says, pointing his gaze at our guests before giving me a weary glance.
“Good evening, sir. I am Garrus of the 29th solar sector and this is my assistant, Steve.”
Oh nice. He introduces himself to the man but not the woman.
“Is … there a problem, Garrus?”