Unwrap Me Daddy_A Holiday Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “Isn’t there any way to throw him off? Why is he so adamant on hurting you?”

  “I left him that night,” he sighed, “Took his truck and ran away. Embarrassed him in front of his higher ups. Not just that, I almost got him caught, had him disowned by his parents.”

  “That wasn’t your fault,” Mina interrupted him, “You did what you could to protect yourself. What happened to Tyler was his parents’ responsibility. They would’ve found out from elsewhere sooner or later.”

  But Aaron was already too upset and guilty to try anymore. His whole life, he was made to feel that everything was his fault. Mina understood that all too well, but it was still a mystery to her as to how to deal with it. Because she always went to sleep to forget.

  “Come one, let’s run you a nice bath, and then we’ll head to be,” she whispered into his ear, pulling on his hand, “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  He allowed himself to be dragged to his bedroom, where she set him on the bed and went into the bathroom to turn the tap on full, rushing back out and to her studio to get one of her aqua blue bath bombs, candles, and an Epsom salt lamp. They always cheered up everybody.

  She went back to check in on the gushing water, surprised that the tub was already full. She noticed later that the tap wasn’t the only source. She arranged the lamp in a safe corner and turned it on, glad that it was still working as she figured from the scent that rose from it. It had been a quite a while since she had used it.

  She went back to check on the tub, turning off the taps as the water was almost to the brim. She lighted the candles, turned the lights dim, and called for Aaron. He trudged towards the entrance, but perked up at the nice smell wafting about, and the relaxing atmosphere created by the dull lights. He walked inside, and Mina handed him the globe that took two of her hands to hold. It fit in his palm perfectly.

  “I bet you’ve never tried a bath bomb before,” she grinned.

  “I’ve seen videos,” he admitted, “but it never occurred to me to invest in one.”

  “You sit in the tub, you put this in, and you just watch.”

  “Okay then,” he said and got rid of his shirt.

  “Let me leave first!” she cried, “Goodness!”

  “Hey, wait,” he grabbed her arm as she tried to walk past, “I thought you would join me.”

  Mina’s face burst into flames as he laughed at her reaction, pinching her nose, “In your underwear, at least? It’ll be fun and innocent, really.”

  “Well, erm, if you don’t mind…”

  “Great!” he finalized and slid off his pants, standing in only his briefs. He stepped into the tub and lowered himself into it, beckoning her towards him.

  She realized she’d have to take off her clothes – no duh – and felt too embarrassed to do so. She knew that they had gone far enough for him to see her naked if she wished for him to, but she realized that she really hadn’t fully been undressed before him.

  “C-c-could you, like, turn away?” she sputtered out, “Or close your eyes?”

  He looked absolutely bewildered by her request, but complied without a question and closed his eyes, putting an arm over them. He didn’t really understand why she asked that, but he respected her a lot and the answers could wait.

  Mina carefully peeled her clothes off, stepping forward carefully and quietly towards the tub. She stepped into it slowly and lowered herself, facing him. The water reached his chest, but she was already shoulder deep.

  “You can look now,” she mumbled. Her moved his arm away and grinned at her.

  “Are you still embarrassed of being that way with me?”

  “Sorta…”

  “Well, let’s just relax for now,” he said holding out the bubble bath to her, “Show me what it does.”

  “You do it,” she encouraged him with a wave of her hand, “Go on. Just plop it in.”

  He dropped it, and the water splashed around, getting into their faces. Mina laughed and hit his chest. They looked at the bath bomb that had floated back to the surface, fizzing away and spreading foam everywhere. The scent engulfed them and Aaron sniffed appreciatively.

  “I could get used to this,” he sighed, “Been a while since I chilled out in a bath.”

  “It’s really soothing,” Mina agreed, “You should do it at least once a week.”

  “You can take care of that for me,” he smirked, drawing her closer to him. Her eyes widened.

  “What are you doing?” she laughed nervously.

  “Cuddling. In the bath,” he stated as a matter-of-factly, “C’mon, it’s cute.”

  She only shrugged and let him pull her closer. Back to his chest, she settled in between his legs and relaxed against him. Well, it was certainly cute, and this was so much more relaxing than having a bath alone.

  Mina had to admit, the years she had spent were very lonely. Al though she had worked hard on her mental and spiritual self to heal the years of abuse she had suffered, she couldn’t bring herself to be with anyone no matter how perfect she found them. And she had come across plenty of men who were totally her type, but they all held one common – and very disturbing – trait. They had her father’s personality when it came to their anger. She’d read somewhere that a woman’s unconscious preference and attraction was heavily dependent on their father’s image, because the way daughters were treated was a reflection of their worth and what they deserved. More often than not, at least. There were some lucky girls who ended up with amazing gentlemen, and there were unlucky ones who ended up with worse.

  She forced herself to calm her racing thoughts as Aaron’s hands worked on her head, rubbing in shampoo and making bubbles. His hands were soon all over her body with soap, fingers gently massaging her muscles, letting them ooze out all the tension and stress into the water. Mina had never felt so pampered in all her life.

  She had worked hard to unlearn the bias. She’d worked very hard. And she’d done her best to avoid becoming who her father was. It took so long, but all that mattered to her was that it worked. She still had a lot of self-loathing locked away, and a lot of sadness she didn’t want to deal with, but she was better than ever.

  She was broken out of her thoughts as a bushy – but not uncomfortable – surface rubbed against her face gently. It was Aaron’s stubble that he had grown out. She pushed herself closer against his back and craned her neck upwards to reach his face. His arms wrapped around her body, hands rubbing down her arms and his lips moved against her chin. His wet hand rose to her cheek, turning her face to his. Mina could only stare into his honey eyes as they drew her in. It awed her, to have those eyes look at her like that. With so much love, wanting, and need. She’d never felt so…desperately craved.

  He kissed her softly, lips cushioning hers. This time, she wasn’t nervous, but at absolute peace. Her heart pulsed pleasantly against her chest as his fingers traced pattern against her stomach.

  They were all over each other - hands in each other’s hair and mouths on each other’s bodies. Articles of clothing came flying off and soon, the only barrier between the two of them was skin. And the little self-control they were slowly losing. Aaron stopped for a moment and slowed down his pace, taking his time in kissing her. He was being inexplicably slow and Mina felt like she was about to lose her mind. How could he be so calm in a time when all she wanted to go was devour him?

  It was the same desperation attacking her again, like the one when they had their first kiss. She wanted to lose all control, all boundaries, everything. But Aaron knowingly held her back, teasing her.

  “Aaron,” she called out to him, “Please!”

  Aaron grinned back at her. It seemed that he knew exactly what he was doing. He trailed down small kisses down her torso, causing her to mewl with happiness. Finally, he trailed his way upwards and hovered directly over her face.

  “Are you sure?” he found himself asking. Even though he was slightly inebriated, he still knew the importance
of asking for consent.

  Mina felt like she could not answer fast enough. She nodded profusely, “Yes! I want this.”

  Her breathing had accelerated as he was now in very much close proximity to her. Slowly, he wrapped both his arms around her and held her body in an embrace as he bit her lips, tightened and loosened his grip on her waist every now and then and paused to look into her eyes many times in between.

  He carried her in his arms with her legs wrapped around him towards a wall and backed her up against it. She tried to hold onto something, but he guided her hands to his own shoulders. He slid his hand slowly between her legs just as she let out a sudden gasp, and within minutes she was moaning out loud. He held onto her legs, lifting his groin to apply more pressure. She gasped at the sensation. They grinded together, finding the rhythm that nearly sent her over the edge.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter and held on, sucking on his ear lobe and kissing his neck as he carried her to her room. The bedside lamp was on and she wanted to watch this, witness the coupling she’d been dreaming about since puberty. She’d imagined this moment since she started masturbating and now she wanted to watch it all play out in real time, not missing a single moment. He set her down gently on the bed and climbed on top of her, propping himself on his elbows to hover over her. A lock of his hair hung down, dangling between them. She reached up to smooth it back. His finger traced the curve of her cheek and chin. She tried to memorize everything about him, the strip of gray in the stubble under his lip, the bump of his nose, the way one of his eyebrows sat just a little higher than the other. She wanted to hold onto it forever.

  “Your skin is so soft,” His low voice was just above a whisper. He kissed the corner of her mouth, “And you taste so good.” The way his lips just barely grazed hers sent chills through her. They were hardly touching and yet she felt him in every part of her.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how wet you got that night. You smelled so sweet on her fingers. I’m dying to taste you.” His words and the slow, sensuality of his voice opened a faucet inside of her and dampened her thighs. It was as if his words were a spell and he was conjuring it out of her. She couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching up, she grab the sides of his face and pushed her lips against him. His mouth was so much bigger than hers and he was forceful and demanding when he kissed back. Though she was no delicate flower, she felt dwarfed beneath him. Knowing that he could take whatever he wanted from her, fold her in any which way he chose, had her all kinds of wet. She nibbled and sucked at his bottom lip, then bit him just a little.

  He broke away from their kiss to look her over, and she can’t help but feel embarrassed for some reason, using her arms to cover her chest. That shyness is soon forgotten as his fingers tickled her stomach, bumping over her ribs up to her breasts. He kneaded them affectionately, squeezing her nipple between his fingers, sending a bolt of lightning through her bellybutton and deep into her groin. He sucks, pulling nearly the entirety of her small breast into his mouth, her eyes roll back in her head. His exploration leads to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. By then, she was too turned on to feel abashed anymore. She spread her legs further apart, as far as they could go, opening herself up to give him plenty of access. He ran a wide, blunt-tipped finger over the wetness. As she relaxed into his capable hands, a surge of lubricant flows from her. This is a man who knew his way around a female body. Arching her back, he pushed his fingers deeper inside of her. She craved release, but before she got there he slipped his fingers out, making her whine in desperation. He dropped to his knees, pulling her towards him so her ass is hanging off the bed. He pushed her legs up, so that her knees are resting on either side of his face. With a flat tongue, he massages the sides of her clit without touching the too-sensitive mound.

  He’s not in any hurry. He’s here to please her.

  Aaron’s tongue dips in and out of her opening, making her squeal and bring her legs together, but his head holds them apart. He pulls back to catch his breath, a string of her wetness and his saliva linking them together. He licked his lips, breaking the connection. His respite lasted only a second before he was diving back in for more, lapping at her labia like a starving man. She lay her head back and released her muscles from their rigid hold on her limbs and just enjoyed him, what he was doing. And it was everything. She had no idea being with someone could feel like this.

  She realized she was going over the threshold and begged him not to stop, unlike last time where his fingers were too much to handle. But she’d felt what an orgasm was like then, and she did not want to deprive herself of it anymore. He worked enthusiastically at her clit with his mouth and tongue, sucking it between his lips, while two fingers from one hand drilled into her pussy.

  She felt her orgasm coming from a far-away place, rushing toward her at a furious pace until, like an earthquake, it hit her with full force. Sparks of glittery lights flash in front of her vision, and she was thoughtless and dumb, temporarily insane, humping Aaron’s face as this sensation rocked her to the point of blacking out. She was holding her breath the entire time, crying out. She had no idea how loud she was being or if the neighbors could hear her, and frankly she didn’t care.

  When her orgasm finally started to ebb, she was left useless and shaking. She opened her eyes and her vision was blurry. Aaron had moved to her side, elbow crooked, resting his head in his palm and watching her with a teasing smile.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Mina could hardly get words out through her shattered breaths.

  “Holy shit.” He laughed, and started to say something else, but she was kissing him before he could speak.

  He climbed onto her. Watching her face, he slid into her, cautious, as if he’s afraid of hurting her. She was stretched to her limit, but it was good. Really good.

  Slowly, he picked up the pace until he was using her shoulders for leverage to slam into her. Their skin slapped together with each forward thrust.

  Having him inside of her, stretching her, pulsing and aching for her, she couldn’t help it. She opened her mouth, calling out his name over and over. Gasping, whining, and screaming.

  Her orgasm ripped through her with hurricane force. As her muscles started to contract around his width, Aaron let out a primal roar and unleashed his warm seed inside of her. They stay that way, locked together for several minutes as they come down. They were breathing heavily.

  He cradled her in a spooning position and she was glad he couldn’t see the ridiculous smile she felt stretching her face. He stroked her hair with his fingers, untangling the sweaty strands.

  “That was amazing,” he said. I turn over to face him. His eyes are hooded, face groggy.

  “It was more than amazing.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  They woke up to an urgent phone call from Gale, saying that they had to relocate immediately. Tyler’s men had tried breaking in last night but were caught, and they were captured for answers this time.

  “You guys have half an hour to get ready,” Gale informed then, “and you’ll be leaving to a new place arranged for you guys.”

  “What do we pack?”, Aaron asked as he jumped out of bed and helped Mina out.

  “We’ll have everything delivered in the hour after, so just keep your phones on you.”

  “What happened?” Mina asked as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

  “Moving into a new place, sweetie,” he pecked her lips, “Get ready. Quick. We only have an hour.”

  Mina was absolutely confused and disoriented from it all, but she stumbled to the bathroom and splashed her face awake with water and soap, tripping into the bedroom for a fresh change of clothes and quickly pulling herself into them, slipping into a pair of sneakers and picking up her phone to tuck into her pocket. She left everything behind without a glance and headed into the kitchen where Aaron was busy piecing together sandwiches for a quick breakfast. He scarfed down his share and rushed about to gather his important ite
ms such as his laptop and other cellphones. He disappeared to change and came out in jeans and a deep blue hoodie, with a beanie in one hand and his bag of belongings in the other.

  “Help me lock the windows, Mina.”

  She obliged and set to work. She was sure he locked them every night and was surprised to see them tampered with. And the feeling of distrust dawned on her heart for the place, just like it had with her own home when it had been invaded. She no longer felt safe there.

  “Done?” Aaron asked as he placed the beanie on her head, “Pull this down low. Now, come on.”

  Rhonda stood at the door when they opened it and Mina couldn’t have felt better seeing her there. She gave the two a concerned look.

  “You see, okay,” she sighed in relief, “We’d been guarding all night. Let’s get you two out of here.”

  Rhonda and two more of her team escorted them out of the place and into their black van. Rhonda stepped into the passenger seat up front while the rest were asked to pack up the things in Aaron’s apartment and start having them moved.

  There was silence inside as the van’s engine rumbled and took them along the street to God-knew where. But wherever it was, Mina could only hope it was safer than the rest. All she wanted was peace in her life, but it had been a mess ever since she got comfortable with Aaron. But she decided he was worth it all. He was worth the pain, troubles, and worrying. He was worth the discomfort. He was worth the sacrifice.

  “I’m sorry,” Aaron whispered beside her, “I wish I could protect you and keep you safe, but I can’t even protect myself now.”

  Mina held his hand and squeezed it, “I don’t care. As long as I’m with you. As long as we’re still here. I’ll put up with it and fight back with you if I have to. It won’t be anything new for me.”

  “But-”

  “You’ve been in this alone for far too long,” she cut him off, “Let me aid you. At least let me be someone you come home to when things have gotten rough and you just need someone to take care of you.”