Secret Daddy (Dark Daddies Book 8)

by B. B. Hamel

  “I was doing my job,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “I know, I know. We don’t have to get into it again. I’m just saying, everything you do around Katie is going to become news, okay? She’s…” Norah hesitates a second, watching our girl move on stage. “She’s special.”

  “Yeah,” I grunt.

  Norah glances at me with a frown. “Did you watch the show last night?”

  “Nah,” I admit. “Stayed backstage. They had Dr. Pepper.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Watch it tonight.”

  “Why? It’s just the same old pop music. I heard her sing, she’s good.”

  “Watch her, okay?” Norah sighs and checks her phone again. “Gotta go. Be good.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Later.”

  Norah storms off, phone to her ear, probably yelling at some poor vendor.

  I frown, watching Katie again. I love the way she moves, the way she sounds, but I don’t know why Norah wants me to watch the show so badly. I mean, it’s just not really my thing.

  But as the day wears on, I can’t help myself. I’m a curious guy, it’s just in my nature, and when I’m interested in something, I always follow through. So when the show starts, I find myself a nice spot standing toward the back, away from the screaming fucking fans and the bored-looking dads, and I watch.

  At first, it’s like any other show. Katie sings and dances. She’s good, looks great, but there’s something a little… strange. I can’t put my finger on it, not right away.

  And then it hits me all at once, about halfway through the show.

  She’s doing everything. She’s hitting every move, hitting every note, and it’s real. She’s perfect, like she was born to be on stage, and everyone loves her. They scream the words and writhe and dance and it’s like she has them under her spell.

  I start to feel it myself. I’m staring at her, really staring, trying to see the Katie I know, the spoiled princess from her absurd mansion, but I can’t see it. Instead, there’s some kind of goddess up there.

  She’s in her element. That’s it, put simply. She’s in her element up there on stage, like a fish in water. This is what she is, her truest form, her simplest self.

  It’s mesmerizing.

  Afterward, instead of hanging around in the green room, the whole entourage heads to a local club. I’m shoved in the limo with Katie and twenty of her closest friends, and I can’t get the image of Katie up on that stage out of my mind.

  I mean, now I think I get it, at least a little bit. Now I know why these people all want to be around her.

  I want to be around her after seeing that.

  God damn, Norah. I knew I wanted this girl before, but now…

  Fucking shit, now I can’t resist.

  The club is loud and a security nightmare but at least we’re ushered into a private VIP section. Katie sits in a group of people, including Jasper, and I hang around the outskirts.

  She comes to me after an hour. I knew she would, sooner or later. I keep catching her glancing over at me, throwing me these little searching looks.

  “How’s it going?” she asks, a little too at ease.

  “I watched your show,” I say to her instead of answering.

  She frowns, a little surprised. “You did?”

  “I did,” I say. I lean closer to her. “You’re good.”

  She smiles at that, a genuine smile. “I know, idiot.”

  “No, you’re really good. Like you were born to be on that stage. You ever wonder why people love you so much?”

  She stares at me. “I haven’t talked to you all day and this is the first thing you say to me?”

  I shrug. “You should know. It’s because you look like you were born to be up there.”

  She laughs a little bit, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable. I thought you were just some stupid jarhead?”

  “I am,” I admit, grinning.

  “So why this sudden wisdom? You know, telling me all about myself.”

  “I’m a very good reader of people, princess. Gotta be, when you run a squad. And you, yeah, you were born to be up there.”

  “Thanks,” she says.

  I stare into her eyes and I can’t help myself. I grab her wrist, not too hard, but hard enough to let her know that I’m not about to let her run off.

  “Come with me,” I say, leaning close.

  “Where?”

  “Come on.” I pull her away from the group, but she follows me.

  There’s a hallway off the back side of the VIP section, leading back to the kitchens and to the bathrooms. I pull her through a side door marked ‘Employees Only’ and flick on a light switch.

  It’s some kind of office. I shut the door and slam the lock shut before turning on her.

  “Why are we in here?” she asks, but she knows. She’s already leaning up against the desk, looking fucking sexy in this black sequined dress that barely covers her perky little ass.

  I step forward and press against her, pushing her back and up onto the desk. She wraps her legs around me as I take her hair in my fist, grabbing it tight, letting her know that she’s fucking all mine right now.

  I kiss her hard and slow, breathing in through my nose, sharp and intense. She tastes like rosewater and cucumbers, smooth and delicious and perfect. Her tongue rolls over mine as I kiss her, our bodies suddenly locked together as she wraps her arms around my neck.

  I pull her hair back, making her gasp, and I kiss her neck.

  “You were thinking about me up on that stage,” I whisper in her ear.

  “No,” she says.

  “You were. Every time you moved those fucking hips, you were thinking about moving them over my big, hard cock. Tell me that’s what you were dreaming about up there.”

  “Maybe,” she says.

  I slide her skirt up and roll my fingers over her wet panties. She lets out a little moan as I slide my hand down the front. She’s soaked already, and I know it’s true, she’s been thinking about me all night.

  “You were dreaming about this,” I whisper. “You were imagining riding my big cock up there. You like thinking about your big, rough bodyguard taking your pretty little princess body. You’re a spoiled brat and you need a big Daddy to take care of you.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she moans as my fingers work her clit.

  “We both know I do,” I whisper in that way I can. “You need a Daddy to treat you right. You’re a spoiled little princess, and someone’s gotta bring you back down to earth.”

  “Asshole,” she groans.

  I kiss her lips hard, biting her a little bit, fingers sliding inside and back out. She’s writhing, rolling her hips, moaning into my kiss. Her pussy’s tight and slick, perfect and fucking so tempting I can barely stand it.

  But no, I’m not fucking her now. I want her to keep thinking about that, up on that stage.

  I push her back until she’s resting on her elbows. Papers fall off the desk and she shoves a keyboard to the side as I hike up her skirt further. I slide her panties down over her hips and kiss her lips before shoving them in her mouth.

  She groans, eyes wide, and I smirk at her.

  “Better be quiet, princess, or else you’ll have some bad press. I bet you don’t want that.”

  I go down between her legs and lap her pussy up like water. I love it, her soaked little cunt, sucking and licking her clit fast and hard. I slide my fingers inside of her and tease her, tasting that tight little cunt.

  And she’s delicious, incredible, so fucking sexy. She bites down on her panties, glaring at me, but moaning. She leaves them in her mouth and I bet she loves the taste of that pussy-soaked cotton. I know I’m keeping them when we’re through as a little trophy.

  I suck and lick her fast. She grabs my hair with one hand and I let her push me tighter. I slide my tongue inside her cunt and lick that clit, fingers fucking her fast, working her pretty little body. This princess gets treated like she’s a porcelain doll, but
she likes this rough and fast, I can feel it in my tongue.

  I lick her faster and fuck her faster with my fingers, pressing further and harder and she’s moaning. She pits out the panties and gasps suddenly, groaning.

  “Oh, fuck, Graham,” she whispers. “Keep going, you asshole.”

  I smirk and fuck her with my fingers. “You want to come for me, princess?”

  “Oh, shit. Please. I want to come so badly.”

  “Say please again, you spoiled brat.”

  “Oh, god, please.”

  “Now call me Daddy.”

  I smirk at her and she glares at me, but I fuck her pussy deep with my fingers, curling them just the right way, and she groans.

  “Daddy,” she gasps.

  I lick and suck her clit then, satisfying, and she grabs my hair tighter. She rolls her hips fast and I don’t stop, tasting her delicious little cunt, sliding my fingers in and out, and I can feel it when she finally comes.

  I suck and lick her through it all, loving her taste, loving the moans she makes. The girl is so effortlessly sexy and it drives me absolutely fucking wild. She comes hard, body twitching, and slowly finishes.

  I slide my fingers out from inside of her and lick them clean while she watches. When I’m done, I kiss her and take her panties.

  “Mine now,” I whisper, and shove them into my back pocket, turning away from her.

  “Hey, asshole.” I hear her slide off the desk. I look back as she adjusts her skirt. “I need those.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Do you see how short this thing is?” She glares at me, tugging at her skirt.

  “You’ll survive.”

  “Seriously, Graham—”

  I grin at her and unlock the office door.

  “Graham!”

  I leave her in there, letting the door creak closed behind me.

  We don’t stay much longer at that party, needless to say, and we don’t speak for the rest of the night.

  But her taste lingers on my lips and the panties in my pocket remind me just how badly she wants it.

  7

  Katie

  I stretch my legs and sigh, bored out of my mind.

  “Okay, and then, that stupid moron Patrice is, like, you should just slap her? And I’m like, hello, moron, I can’t hit a girl? It was the most insane thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Jasper finishes his story and it takes me a second to realize that I should respond. “Oh, yeah,” I say. “Crazy.”

  He doesn’t even act like I said anything. “So Mona says she wants us to get in more pictures together during your tour, and then you can visit me on set next month, get some more pictures, that sort of thing.”

  “Okay,” I say. Mona is Jasper’s Norah. “I can handle that.”

  “Cool.” He stretches and sighs. We’ve been sitting in my suite at the second stop on the tour, killing time before the next show. “You got anything to smoke in here?”

  I shake my head, concentrating on painting my nails. “Sorry. No smoking.”

  “No smoking?” He makes a disgusted face but doesn’t argue. “Hey, how’s that ape of yours doing?”

  I glance at him. “His name is Graham.”

  He laughs. “You named your pet?”

  “I think his mom named him.”

  “Right, whatever. That guy, what a jerk. Did you see all the coverage though?”

  “Yeah,” I say vaguely.

  The coverage was not kind to Graham. Some of the bloggers called him a psycho dealing with PTSD, but I don’t get that vibe from him, and besides, it’s not cool to make fun of soldiers dealing with something serious like PTSD. I didn’t read too much of the coverage after that article.

  “They say he’s dangerous,” Jasper presses. “I mean, where did you even find him?”

  “Norah,” I say.

  “Of course. She’d find a guy like him. My god, aren’t you afraid, having him around? He might tackle you next.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “He’s so stupid, I mean, really, tackling me like that? What a fucking psycho.”

  “Stop calling him that,” I snap suddenly.

  He looks surprised. “What?”

  “Psycho,” I say softly. “He’s not a psycho. Stop saying it.”

  He makes a face. “Are you serious? The psycho tackled me out of nowhere.”

  “Jasper, I’m serious.”

  “What? No, he’s a psycho, I’m not stopping.”

  “Then get out of my room.”

  He looks totally taken aback. So far in our relationship, I’ve more or less ignored him. I’ve been the dutiful little girlfriend, doing whatever he wants, even though I don’t owe him shit. I guess it’s just been easier to placate him than anything else, but now I’m sick of his bullshit.

  “You’re kicking me out?”

  “Apologize or get out,” I say, standing up. My nails are still wet so I have to keep my fingers spread.

  “Whatever.” He climbs to his feet and glares at me. “You’re getting so weird.”

  “Get out, Jasper.”

  “Fine, whatever. Don’t make a scene.” He walks over to the door and looks back at me. “Psycho.”

  He disappears outside and slams the door shut.

  I sigh and go back to painting my nails. What a little fucking child. I don’t know why I ever agreed to this, but now I’m stuck with it.

  I’ll have to talk to Norah about dumping my boyfriend sooner than scheduled.

  I kill the rest of the day before we head out to the venue for soundcheck. Graham’s there, waiting in the background, but I can’t meet his gaze.

  Every time I think about him, I keep feeling that tongue between my legs, his lips against mine, his body. He took me in a way no man has ever taken me, ever dared to take me before, and he made me… he made me call him Daddy.

  And it was so fucking hot I can’t stand it.

  Nobody treats me like that. I’m used to being the star, the one in control, even when I’m not in control. At least people pretend that everything goes through me.

  Graham didn’t treat me like glass like everyone else does. I’m so used to people acting like I’m a precious thing, or something bigger than life. He just treated me like any other woman, and it felt…

  It felt amazing. I want to feel like a woman and Graham gave me that.

  Now though, I can’t even look at him. He’s my bodyguard and I complained about hiring him, and now I can’t stop thinking about his tongue between my legs.

  I manage to make it through soundcheck before disappearing into the crowded green room. Graham lurks in the background, but he doesn’t talk to me, and I put a smile on my face, pretending that nothing’s on my mind.

  But he’s on my mind. I keep glancing back at him, thinking, wondering…

  Wondering if he’s imagining what I taste like right now.

  God, it’s insane. I don’t know what I’m thinking.

  As soon as I can, I head into the dressing room and get prepped. Every show is a big extravaganza, and I have three costume changes. I need to get myself mentally prepared to go through with all this stuff. I can’t get distracted with thoughts of Graham’s hands on my skin.

  When I’m finally in the mindset, I head out into the hallway. I take a breath and start walking toward the stage, just a minute or two before showtime.

  “Break a leg.”

  I glance over. Graham’s leaning against the wall outside of my dressing room. I stare at him, meeting his flashing blue eyes, and I know I’m fucked.

  “Thanks,” I say, and turn to walk away.

  I feel his eyes still on me the whole time, tearing me apart.

  After the show, I work hard to avoid Graham.

  “Amazing show!” Jasper says, kissing my cheek. “You were so freaking fierce.”

  “Thanks, Jasp,” I say.

  He grins at me and others come up to congratulate me. The show did go well and I managed not to think too much about G
raham, although now I can’t stop wondering about him.

  “Early morning tomorrow,” Norah warns me. “We shouldn’t stay long.”

  “I know.”

  She nods sharply and heads off. I sigh and melt into the crowd, letting the mindless laughter and chatter keep me nice and distracted.

  But of course it doesn’t last. I have to leave eventually, and back at the hotel, I’m spinning all over again. I keep thinking about Graham’s lips, his arms, his hands, his tongue. Everything about him drives me absolutely insane and I need to stay away if I have any hope of getting through this tour.

  But I can’t help myself. I feel like I’m being pulled toward him, and I slowly step out into the hall. It’s after twelve and the hotel is quiet. Graham’s room is right next to mine.

  I stand in front of his door, heart racing. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never knocked on a guy’s door like this. I don’t go to them, they always come to me, but Graham… he’s different. I feel like I need him, right now, or else I’ll lose it completely.

  I lift my hand, heart pounding, and I knock.

  He answers almost right away. At first, he looks serious, almost angry, but quickly his expression dissolves into something…

  Oh, god.

  He’s giving me this big, cocky grin.

  “Evening, princess,” he says, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “You looked good up there.”

  “Yeah? You watched?”

  He shrugs. “Most of it, anyway.”

  “You don’t strike me as a fan.”

  “I’m not,” he says bluntly.

  “Ouch. You could sugarcoat it.”

  He just shrugs. “But you really are good.”

  “Thanks.”

  He lingers there, watching me carefully, still smirking.

  “What can I do for you, princess?” he asks.

  I open my mouth. I want to tell him to come back to my room, or maybe to bring me into his. I want to beg him to lick me like he did, to get me off, to make me feel good. I’m craving it so badly I can barely think.

  But I shut my mouth. “Nothing. Sorry. Never mind.”

  He laughs gently. “Okay, sure.”

  “This was a mistake.” I turn and hurry back to my room.