“I have something to show you.” He carried her outside. It was getting later in the afternoon. Fall had hit and the temperatures were definitely cooler. She loved this time of the year. Halloween was looming and Millie had big plans for a Halloween party. Tabby had been working on outfits for the three of them.
It was going to be awesome.
He carried her over to the pergola area with their new hot tub.
“What is it, Daddy?” she asked.
He set her down then moved behind a pole of the pergola. Suddenly, fairy lights went on, twinkling above them. Even though it wasn’t dark yet, she could see how amazing it would look once the sun set.
“Daddy, that looks awesome.”
Music blasted on. She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “Can we use the hot tub tonight?”
“We sure can. I’m going to go make dinner now. You go play for a while. Then after dinner, we’ll hop in.”
Awesome.
A few hours later, she was dressed in a bright yellow bikini with a halter-style top. She loved this bikini. It was so bright and cheerful. Razor had bought it for her when they’d gone shopping a few weeks ago.
“I’ve got Ducky and Snappy’s girlfriend, Snappina.” She held up the two plastic bath toys. Ducky was a huge, blue duck and Snappina was obviously a turtle.
“Good job, baby girl,” Razor murmured, turning the music on low. He ran his gaze over her as he set two towels down on the bench he’d built into the pergola.
“Where are your shoes?” he asked.
“Who needs shoes? I’m only going from the house to the hot tub.”
“You need shoes. You can’t see where you’re walking. There could be glass on the ground. You could step on a prickle.”
“Daddy, there’s no glass or prickles.”
But, ouch, there was a stone.
“You just stood on a stone, didn’t you?”
“That can be neither confirmed nor denied.”
“For someone that had her butt walloped earlier, you’re awfully sassy.”
“It’s a natural talent, Daddy.”
He let out a bark of laughter as he pulled the cover off the hot tub then helped her in.
“Ooh, it’s so warm!” she said as she sunk in. Then she shot up. “Ouchy.”
“Not good on a sore bottom?” he asked with a smirk.
“It’s not nice to laugh at my sore bottom, Daddy,” she scolded.
“Sorry.”
She managed to get in the second try. It was just a bit of a shock the first time. With a sigh, she settled in and let the jets work their magic. Finally, she opened her eyes and stared over at her man.
Fuck, he was gorgeous.
He grinned. “You think I’m gorgeous, huh?”
“I said that out loud?”
“Did you not want me to know?”
“I don’t want you getting a big ego, Daddy.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep me grounded.”
“Well, it would be hard for you to get off the ground with your bulk.”
“Little girl,” he growled.
She was grinning as she moved over to him. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling his legs.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“You best be nice to me.”
“Why, Daddy, is your hand getting itchy?”
“Yep. It sure is.”
“Let me see what I can do to make you feel better.” Leaning in, she kissed his forehead, then down his nose to his lips. They moved against hers as he deepened the kiss.
“Undo your bikini top,” he commanded.
“Out here?”
“Is that your safeword?”
“No, Sir.” She reached back and undid the halter neck of her top, revealing her breasts. She reminded herself that the backyard was private and secluded. If anyone arrived, Luna would let them know.
Maybe.
Unless it was someone she knew, like Lois.
“Stop thinking. Do you think I’d let you be exposed or embarrassed?”
Of course he wouldn’t. This was Razor. The man who put her first, always. Who protected her. Who loved her.
He cupped her breast, running his thumb over her nipple. She shivered. Her nipples felt extra sensitive and she felt that shock run through her body.
“You have the sweetest nipples. Bring them here.” He raised her up so he could lean in and lick her nipples. He suckled on one then the other. Back and forth until she was going insane.
“Sir, please!” she cried.
“Please what, Tabby-baby?” he murmured between laying kisses up her neck. His beard tickled at her skin, sending more pleasure rushing through her.
“Please make me come. Please touch my pussy.”
“Poor baby, you are needy, aren’t you?”
“I am. Please, Sir,” she begged as he reached her jaw, then moved to her lips to kiss her again. With one hand, he reached down to cup her mound. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“Fuck, baby girl. I need to have you.”
“Yes. Yes.”
Standing, he turned and set her down on the side of the tub so that only her lower legs were in the water. She didn’t even care about how cold it was as he spread her legs then pushed aside the material over her pussy. Then his tongue speared her, moving back and forth as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Sir! Oh God! Please!” she cried out, trying to be quiet. At least the music should mask most of the noises she was making.
She hoped.
He pushed her up and over into an orgasm that had her shaking, her breath coming in sharp pants.
“That was good,” he muttered. “But we can do better.” Standing, he lifted her into his arms, then somehow climbed out of the tub without dropping her. He carried her quickly inside then set her down by the black leather couch.
“Shouldn’t we dry off?”
“No time. Bend over the couch, put your hands down on the seat.” She turned and did what he’d ordered. Her feet were a few inches above the ground. Razor pulled down her bikini bottoms, then he moved in behind her and slid his thick cock inside her. She was now on the Pill, so they didn’t have to waste time searching for a condom.
“Fuck, yes,” he muttered as he grabbed her hips and drove himself in and out.
She could do nothing except lie there and attempt to remember to breathe. He felt so good, stretching her, pushing her higher and higher.
“I’m gonna come, Tabby-baby. Fuck. Fuck.”
Moving one hand from her hip, he played with her clit until arousal tightened in her stomach. The need to come was overwhelming.
Then she reached that peak, falling over with a scream as he continued to fill her. The room spun, her orgasm went on and on as she clenched down on his thick cock. Then Razor let out a roar as he followed her over.
Tabby’s mouth dropped open as she stared out the truck windshield. “What is this?”
It was Saturday and she’d thought they would laze around all day, but apparently, Razor had different plans. He’d gotten her up and dressed and bundled into the truck, telling her that he had a surprise for her.
“It’s a brand new, indoor ski arena.”
“Some crazy person built an indoor ski arena in Montana?” she asked incredulously as Razor lifted her down out of his truck. Why would they do that?
He grinned. “They did. And we’re going to go in and build a snowman.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.”
“But will they want us to build a snowman if it’s a place for skiing? I don’t know how to ski.”
“Don’t worry about that. The only people who are going to be inside are other people who want to build snowmen too.”
Huh? Was there some kind of snowman builders club that she didn’t know about?
Ooh. How awesome would that be?
She skipped alongside him, holding his hand, as they moved towards the building. “But what
about things to go on the snowman, Daddy? I’ve got no carrots or sticks, it can’t be a proper snowman without those, can it?”
“Don’t worry.” He held up his bag. “I have you covered.”
She squealed. “Daddy, you’re the best.”
Inside, he helped her get dressed in some warm clothes, including the cutest all-in-one snowsuit with pictures of turtles all over it.
“Snappy and Scooby would have loved this.”
“We’ll bring them next time,” he promised, taking hold of her gloved hand in his.
But she couldn’t bring her toys. People wouldn’t understand. Right?
Then she walked into the huge area which had a big slope covered in snow as well as a T-rope ski-lift, and she understood. Because standing there, with wide smiles on their faces, were her friends.
“Tabby!” they all squealed and raced towards her. They surrounded her, hugging her tight. And the happiness swelled inside her until she was so full she didn’t know where it could go.
That was when she realized she was wearing a huge smile. “You’re all here? And we’re the only ones here?”
“Our daddies rented the whole place for us!” Sunny told her, clapping her hands. She was wearing a bright pink snowsuit with a unicorn on the front and rhinestones down the arms and legs. “We can be Little, have fun, and build snowmen.”
“And have a snowball fight,” Millie added in a hushed whisper. “I need you all to cover me. Tabby, distraction.”
She had no idea what to do as a distraction. Then her foot started to slip and she wobbled.
“Tabby!” Betsy tried to grab her and ended up wobbling as well.
Then Millie let out a hoot of laughter. “Got you, Daddy!”
Tabby had already regained her balance and grabbed hold of Betsy when she looked over to see Spike brushing snow off his face. She let out a laugh.
“Yes! Snowball fight!” Emme cried. “To your battle stations, Littles. Let’s kick some Daddy ass!”
Thirty minutes later, Tabby had spent so much time laughing that her tummy ached.
“Come on, Tabby-baby. Let’s build a snowman,” Razor said to her. He helped brush her off first. She wasn’t sure who won the snow fight, but she thought it might have been the Littles. Emme had the mind of a military genius.
Razor helped her roll the balls and layer them up, then she used the supplies he’d brought with him to create her masterpiece.
Standing back, she stared at the snowman with satisfaction. Razor came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Well, what do you think?”
“I think he’s the best snowman ever,” she said proudly.
“I think you’re right.”
“And that this has been awesome.” She turned and reached up to kiss him lightly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Thank you. For loving me.”
“You’re welcome, Daddy. And you don’t even have to pay me.”
“Brat!” he cried, reaching down to scoop up some snow. She took off with a squeal.
After another epic snow fight, he settled her down with her friends. “Make some snow angels, all right?”
He shared a look with Millie that she didn’t understand, but shrugged off. She lay down with the girls, giggling as they all made snow angels. Then Razor appeared beside her, holding out his hand. She grabbed it, and he helped her up. Then he cupped her face between his gloved hands.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.” He turned her, so she was staring up at the slope. He was behind her, his arm around her chest as she stared at the message he’d written on the snow with piles of snowballs.
Will you marry me?
With a sob, she turned to him. He was down on one knee with an open ring box in his hand. Inside was the most gorgeous antique-looking ring. There was a yellow stone in the middle surrounded by diamonds. It was stunning.
“Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”
Around her, everyone hooted and yelled as Razor kissed her. His grin was huge as he drew back and stared down at her.
“Good enough proposal then?”
“The best sort of proposal.”
“Plan b was to put it on a coffee mug and hand it to you with the ring inside.”
Her eyes widened with a gasp. “Ooh, I like that as well. Can we do that too?”
“You want a second proposal?”
“Uh-huh. Is that greedy?”
“No, baby girl. You can have as many as you want. As long as you always say yes.”
Aww, that was just the sweetest thing.
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Setting the soup down, he put the back of his hand on her forehead. Shit. She was burning up.
“Aw, did you make me soup? I love soup.”
“Just heated it up.”
“That’s so nice. You’re so nice. I take back every bad thing I thought about you. Your nickname shouldn’t be Sir Grouch-a-lot, it should be Sir Nice-a-lot.”
Jesus help him.
“I’m going to get a thermometer. Don’t touch that soup.”
When he returned a few minutes later, she was fanning her tongue with her hand, and tears were running down her cheeks. “Soup. Hot.”
“I told you not to touch the soup.” He grabbed her water and held it up so she could drink.
“Sorry.” She sniffled. “Wanted to try it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Did you burn your mouth?”
“Little bit.” She looked so miserable and sympathy filled him. He picked up the thermometer and put the tip in her ear.
It beeped. 103. Shit.
“Am I dying?” she wailed.
“Course not,” he reassured her. “Just a bit of a cold. You’ll be fine.”
“I hate being sick. Being sick is sucky.”
“Eat some more soup.”
“Hot.”
“I’ll cool it down.” He ended up sitting on the bed and feeding her spoonfuls of soup that he checked first to ensure it wasn’t too hot.
When her eyes started to droop, he stopped trying to feed her. She probably needed sleep more than anything.
“Is this your bed?” she mumbled.
“No, baby.”
“Cause I can sleep on the sofa,” she added.
He frowned. “You’re not sleeping on the sofa.”
“Don’t mind. Where I always sleep.”
“When you’re sick?” he asked as he tucked her in.
“Nope. All the time.”
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