by Wyatt, Dani
“But,” I squint one eye at him. “You don’t have to. You’re not responsible for me. I mean, the doctor said you’re not my—”
“I don’t care about that.” His voice rumbles, and he’s got me in his crosshairs. “Something brought us here. I believe things happen for reasons and I’m thinking there’s a reason I’m standing here.” He points down at the ground. There’s a calm control about him, his words seem emotionless, but behind his eyes I see much more. “So, I’ll step outside. You’ll get dressed, and you’ll come with me.”
“Where?”
“First, I’ll take you home so you can change. Take a shower. I’m sure being in here for the night you’d like that. Then, I’m taking you out. I’ll decide where but we’re going to look at that list of foods you are and are not supposed to eat and that will help me determine where we go. I’ll knock before I come back in.”
With that, he reaches down, pinches a strand of my hair in his fingers and twists it for a moment. I swear I hear a rumble or a moan come from his chest then he turns and makes his way out the door of the room, leaving me panting and squeezing my thighs together on the verge of an orgasm.
Which half an hour ago would have been the most inappropriate reaction in the world.
But now...
I fling back the blankets and grab the plastic bag the hospital gave me for my clothes and personal items early this morning when I came to the emergency room in the taxi.
In the tiny bathroom, I dress and glance in the mirror. My hair could use a brush, and my face is flushed pink. I look down at my too big jeans and men’s oxford. I tie the shirt up at the waist instead of letting it hang down as I usually do, then slip my feet into my black loafers and take a deep breath.
Just as I come out of the bathroom, there’s a knock. “Come in.”
The door opens, and it’s the young nurse that’s been assigned to me with Geo on her heels.
“Your discharge papers.” She hands them to me with a half-smile, then glances at Geo and bites into her bottom lip. “Anything else I can do for you?” she asks, but she’s not looking at me, and there’s an uneasy vibe in the air. “I already explained everything to your father. He insisted.”
Geo looks my way, and I tighten my lips, unsure what to say or do. Clearly, she didn’t get the memo that Geo is not actually my father, but in this case, I suppose I don’t care much. I sort of like the idea that people may think he’s my father, I’m not sure why, but it feels right.
The nurse opens her mouth to say something to him, but he intercepts whatever was about to happen.
“We don’t need anything else. Thank you. I’m taking her home with me. You can go.” His tone is harsh, dismissive, and I almost feel sorry for her.
Almost.
She rolls her eyes and retreats, leaving me shifting my weight back and forth on my feet, looking at the door, then the floor and finally up at the beast of a man who just a half hour ago was my father. My stomach flips, thinking that he just said he was taking me home with him.
With him.
Knots tighten in my tummy, and there’s a weird feeling in the backs of my legs as the nurse closes the door behind her. There’s another feeling too though, one that is unfamiliar, but I immediately understand what it is.
“Looks like she wanted some sort of discharge from you.” Heat covers my face at the vulgar expression and my bad joke. “I’m jealous.”
“Nothing to be jealous about. If you ever have a question about anything female, you just ask. You wanna see my phone? Check my messages? Put a fucking tracker on me, baby, trust me, I’ll come up clean. Whatever it takes to make you comfortable, got it?” He waits for me to meet his eyes and I’m a little embarrassed I already doubted him.
The sincerity in his statement sinks into my marrow, his eyes never leaving mine until I nod in acknowledgment.
“Good. Now, you need to know, you look fucking beautiful.”
I open my mouth, but I’m not sure what to say to that. It doesn’t even seem like he requires any sort of response even if I could respond. It’s like it was a statement of fact and that’s that.
Geo steps forward, and I feel the cold cinderblock of the wall at my back through my thin shirt as I try to retreat.
“We’ve watched each other for a long time, haven’t we, Precious?”
His sudden change in demeanor has me stunned but excited. I want to be honest and tell him how I’ve wanted him. But instead, I give the slightest of nods, embarrassed at the truth.
My voice is lost as my pulse races through my ears. His eyes look like crystal as he hovers over me, leaning in, one hand plastered against the wall, then the other. My face barely at his chest level.
His scent is heavy. Like a man who works outside mixed with a spicy aftershave that has my head spinning. I’ve thought so many things about him. Fought from touching myself at night when I imagined the things I shouldn’t have about the man I thought was my father.
In his eyes, I think I see lust and it has me tingling. Sensation quivers through all the parts of me that I would have touched before, thinking about him, admonishing myself the entire time.
His hands are thick and strong, and I wonder how they would feel touching me. I feel like a little girl with him this close. Like he is a half-man, half-beast, sent to ravage me or save me.
Or perhaps both.
5
GEO
NOW THAT I’VE BEEN this close to her, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let her out of my sight.
Looking down at her now, I see every curve of her face. Her bangs brush just over her eyebrows, and her eyelashes are the same Kahlua color as her hair. Her cheeks are plump like her lips with the same natural pink, and I wonder if it matches the pink of her other lips.
My mouth waters thinking of drinking in her juices as I run my tongue around her soaking opening.
I want to get drunk on her and never sober up.
A blush winds up from her chest and takes her entire face as I watch her. I love that she’s nervous. I’m not sure why but it turns me the fuck on. I want her to be a bit uncomfortable, then I want to ease it away and show her I’m her source of safety and comfort from now on.
“Tell me,” I say, lowering my head, so I catch the strawberry scent of her hair. “You’ve watched me too, haven’t you? Tell me the truth, Precious. Always tell the truth.”
I’ve crowded her up against the wall, and it’s taking all my control not to press my dick into her soft body. With one brush I’d cum in my fucking pants, I’m sure of it.
Her head is hard against the wall, and I see a flash of fear in her eyes, so I ease my body back a few inches to give her a moment of pause forgetting for a second how intimidating my size can be.
“Yes.” The single word squeaks from her sweet lips on a nod, and she brings her hands to fuss at her cheeks, then over her mouth. She twists her head to the side, her eyes darting everywhere but to mine.
The flush of her cheeks is rising to red on flawless ivory skin, and I glance to her neck where I imagine my teeth. Then to her lips again and my mind spins in a fury.
“Tell me,” I grunt, my eyes lowering to see her chest heaving up and down, her breasts the perfect size to fill my hands. “You thought I was your father. You moved here, you said, to find me. Why didn’t you ever come to me?”
Her eyes flick to mine, and I reach down and pinch her chin, needing them to stay connected.
Her nervous hands flatten on her cheeks and her lips open as if to speak before closing again with a whimper.
“Tell me, Precious. I know I’m not your father, but I want to know. I want to know so much about you. Talk to me,” I encourage, taking my other hand from the wall and running it down her hair, pressing it gently behind her ear.
The contact makes her shudder and has my cock throbbing, but I keep my hand there anyway. Fingers on her chin, my other hand on the side of her head, waiting for her to answer.
“When I first saw
you...” She starts on a hard swallow, then softly clears her throat before continuing, “When I picked up Mrs. Morrison that first day, I saw you. You were...”
She licks her lips and pulls the top one between her teeth.
“I was what?”
“I don’t know. I thought you were amazing. God.” A sound catches in her throat like she’s about to cry, and I see tears gather in her eyes. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Nothing you say is embarrassing. Nothing you do is embarrassing. Think of me like your father, someone who wants the best for you, who sees you as you are and passes no judgment.” My words surprise even myself because they are so true. “I will never judge you, Precious.”
That seems to calm her, and she finally lowers her hands from her face to rest gingerly on my chest, making my cock jump and my heart nearly seize.
She fucking touched me. Willingly.
I move my hands back to the wall next to each side of her head, wanting to cage her. Keep her. Let her know she belongs to me.
Her voice is soft and trembling as she finishes. “I had this crush on you immediately. Like I’ve never had that feeling before.” She tugs a shoulder to her ear, and a single tear falls from her eye. “You were bigger than life and gorgeous...and I so wanted you to notice me, but at the same time, I didn’t. Then, later that day, when I saw your name on the daily roster next to Mrs. Morrison’s name, I felt like the most horrible person — thinking that way about my own father. It was embarr—” She stops herself, and I trace my thumb over the wet streak on her cheek, then bring it to my lips and draw it in, making her eyes go wide. “I feel like none of this is real,” she mumbles, her shoulders shaking.
Gorgeous? Fuck, she sees me through eyes I don’t understand.
“It’s very real, Precious. And you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been in as long as I can remember by telling me that. After you found out who I was though, you still didn’t contact me.”
“I was scared. You were...” Her eyes scan up and down me, then she raises her eyebrows. “Well, you. Mom told me you weren’t the best guy. Like, dangerous. And then when I saw you, truth is you are a bit scary. And, I couldn’t stop the feelings. The other feelings, the ones that a daughter definitely shouldn’t have for her father. And I just decided I couldn’t contact you. It was too much. So, I just settled for seeing you twice a week and living in those moments. Trying to push away the other feelings. And...” She stalls, twisting those perfect lips to the side, and I raise my eyebrows, keeping her eyes on mine and encouraging her to finish. “I mean, you’re probably married or something...” She trails off, wrinkling her nose and shrugging like it shouldn’t matter, but it clearly does.
Her honesty honors me. She trusts me with the truth and pride swells in my chest.
“Not married, Nicci. Never been married, either. Haven’t even had a date in a long damn time, to tell you the truth.”
The relief I see in her eyes has me two seconds from grabbing her and spinning her ass up over the hospital bed and rutting into her like a damn beast.
“Okay.” Her tiny voice shakes, but a smile upturns her lips and the happiness her smile brings me takes me aback. I want to see that smile every day for the rest of my life, and I need to be the one to put it there.
Me.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve made anyone smile in ten years. I’m not a funny guy. I’ve made plenty of people cry, but no smiles.
This is going to be a challenge, but I’m up for it. Or down for it. Or whatever the fuck I should be. Whatever, I’m going to be the one to make her smile, God damn it.
And that means not leaving her. Which is going to be fucking difficult given that I have a court case next week that might result in me serving an unknown amount of time. But I’m going to work it out. I have to.
Because now I have something to be home for and I’ll be damned if I’ll let the less wholesome aspects of my life interfere with this.
With us.
“Precious, I need to know one more thing. Tell me the truth.” The beast inside of me is clawing his way out, and I have to fight to keep him at bay. She nods, and I ask the question that’s been hammering in my brain since she told me she’d been watching me too. “Is there a wet mess between your legs right now?”
I push my hips forward, meeting the softness of her belly so she can feel the effect she’s having on me and glide the top of my thigh between her legs, rocking it slightly back and forth.
Her cheeks burn red but the hands that were previously resting lightly on the front of my shirt now clench the fabric and twist. I search her shimmering gray eyes, praying for the answer I want. A small frown turns down her lips, and my heart freezes, my hands turning to fists against the wall.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, and light explodes inside of me. Her fingers twist in the fabric of my shirt, and I rub the hard muscle of my thigh between her legs.
Her eyes widen, then just as quickly her eyelids drop to cover half her eyes, and she looks up at me in wonder. Her hips begin to move slightly with the rhythm of my leg, and I lean down and devour her mouth with mine, unable to contain my need to kiss her for another second.
My hands drop to her waist, taking control of her tiny body as she tugs and pulls at me, our kiss igniting.
Her lips taste like summer and honey. My tongue gliding into her mouth feels like coming home. Our mouths rasp and turn together as our bodies pump and move.
Her breathing quickens, then suddenly she is dead still. I break our kiss to look down and see her eyes roll back and her entire body begins to convulse. Her hips jerk on my thigh and I swear a rush of heat explodes from between her legs.
She yelps and cries out, her face falling so her hair cascades down and I can’t see her expression. Then, just as quickly, she snaps it back up, tendrils of hair sticking to her face and across her open lips as she moans, and her orgasm plays out.
I’ve never seen anything more stunning. Watching her in the moment of bliss, knowing it came from me, is the highlight of my life so far.
Her shoulders quake and I bring my hands to her warm cheeks, angling he eyes upward to my face.
“Are you okay, Precious?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and pulls at my shirt. “Yes,” she whispers. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She shakes her head, and I see uncertainty in her eyes. “How emb—”
“It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you.” I kiss her softly as the pain of my own desire is nearly impossible to bear. I fight the urge again to use the fucking convenient bed right behind us to sink into her and make her completely mine.
But she deserves better, and I’m going to give it to her.
6
NICCI
I CATCH MY REFLECTION in the full-length mirror as I rush about the bedroom area of my studio apartment. Geo dropped me off so I could shower and change, saying he would be back in an hour to take me to dinner. As he walked me to the door of my apartment, the last thing he said before I went inside was that he would love to see me in a dress when he picked me up.
Me. Nicci. Not exactly the dress type.
But the way he said it, the look in his eye when he leaned down and kissed me softly, made me want to comply. I want to please him in a way I find exhilarating and confusing. I only own a couple of dresses, and the one I chose is a light green floral wrap dress which I’ve paired with a pair of white Keds because the only other two pairs of shoes I have are black and look like they belong on a construction worker.
I put on nice panties too. Don’t judge me; I can’t help the little ball of hope deep down that says maybe he will see them.
They were the only pair in my drawer that weren’t simply practical and functional. I need to buy some more because I want to look nice—and feel nice—for Geo. I did have a few pairs of more lacy deals, but I swear they slip between the floorboards or something because they just seem to go missing.
Beth’s voice echoes on the phone speaker
in my near bare studio apartment. The only other sound is the bubbling, flowing water in my aquarium.
My mom never allowed us to have pets, so when I moved, I had this idea, I’d like some sort of creature to keep me company. When a co-worker at the center was getting rid of their old aquarium and everything needed to set it up, I decided that was it. I guess I was happy to start small. I started with two guppies and have added about ten fish since and I can’t believe how much I love all of them.
“Are you shitting me?” Beth’s question is followed by a chuckle. “Life is fucking stranger than fiction, that’s for damn sure. So, the guy you thought was your father, who you’ve been wet for since you met him—”
I cut her off. “Is not my father at all. I know.” I run my hands down the front of the dress, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. It still had the tag on it, nearly two hundred dollars. It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever owned. Beth gave it to me because it was too small on her.
It was great timing because Easter is coming and there is a big event at the senior center. The staff will be paired up with a senior that needs help with their mobility during the Easter egg hunt.
Instead of wearing our usual uniforms, Mr. Wesley told us we should plan on wearing our ‘Sunday Best’ which of course I had none. So, enter lady luck and Beth again. Little did I know I’d have such an occasion to wear it before the work event. And truth is, I think I look sorta cute.
“Well...shit.” Beth’s voice comes through the phone. “Life works out, huh? You know I’m your safe call, right? Or, should I call you in like an hour to see if you’re okay?”
I think for a second and before I can answer there’s a knock at the door and Geo’s voice comes through.
“Precious, it’s me.”
“Shoot,” I mumble, spinning around and grabbing my flip phone. “No, if I need you, I’ll call. I gotta go.”
“Okay. Good luck!” Beth clicks off, and Geo’s voice comes through the door again.
“Baby, you okay? I know I’m early, but I couldn’t wait.”