Daddy Issues

by Wyatt, Dani

  “We won’t be late, will we?” She draws back, looking up at me with wide eyes.

  “Do you really think I would allow us to be late?”

  She shakes her head. “No. But I just want to get there and see it and everyone. I just want the day to start.”

  “Okay, Babygirl. Lie back on the bed, and Daddy is going to lick all that sweet juice out of you then we will get dressed.”

  At the quick smack of my hand on her ass, she yelps and scurries over to the bed, assuming the position with her knees bent, hands pulling her legs apart, with her pussy at the edge of the mattress, waiting.

  “Have I told you today how much I love you?” I ask as I step toward her, dropping to my knees and admiring what’s mine.

  “No, Daddy. Not yet.”

  “Oh, bad Daddy. I love you, princess. Like only Daddy can.”

  With that, my mouth is on her slick folds, sucking and drawing every drop of her orgasm from her and taking one more just for good measure. I swallow every delicious drop of her. She’s ruined me in more ways that I can count.

  However, as my appetite for her pussy is relentless, my little princess has me on a diet that leaves my inner beast howling for a good ribeye. Or some deep-fried chicken. She’s turned the house vegan, and as much as I want to please my Babygirl, some days a man just needs to gnaw on a bone.

  Each time, tearing myself away from her cunt is one of the most difficult things I’ve done in my life. I could fucking live down there, honest to God. Her flavor seared my soul that first day like an internal branding iron. Her taste was designed just for me, and I’ve been a hopeless addict ever since.

  I quickly get her dressed and follow suit myself. The sun is streaming in the bedroom window, and the clock on the wall shows 8:36 a.m. Guests will arrive at ten, and I know Lexi will want to spend some time inside the new exhibit with her furry, slow-moving friends before everyone arrives.

  “Now go get Daddy his coffee.” I kiss her forehead, and she skips to the coffeemaker on the buffet against the wall. She loves to please me, and in turn, it only makes my need to protect her and love her stronger every day.

  She’s back a moment later with a proud grin. Dropping to her knees in front of me, holding my coffee cup up in her palm, the handle pointed in my direction just as I’ve taught her. “You are so good. Now, let’s go, princess.” I take her hand, raise her back to her feet, and lead her to the bedroom door.

  “Did you hear from Rita?” she asks as we make our way down the hall, my hand gliding down her back to rest just above the swell of her ass, sipping on the hot coffee as we go.

  “She texted, yes. Her flight got in around two a.m., but she said she will be there this morning. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, she said.”

  I see the smile bloom on her lips. It’s a huge perk than Lexi and my sister Rita have developed a friendship of their own in the last six months. Just another sign that what we have was not only meant to be, it is magical.

  “Cool. I’ve got a surprise for her.”

  “You do?”

  We are down the stairs and out the front door into the morning sun. Lexi takes my coffee cup and holds it as I open the door of the Wagoneer for her to hop in. She does, securing my hot drink in the mug holder then turning back to me with a glimmer in her eye.

  “Yep. And you too.”

  “Okay. Let’s go. We want to be sure everything is ready to go when the guests arrive.”

  This was all her idea that we hold our wedding and reception at the zoo. We combined her love of sloths, her almost obsessive need to give them a better habitat, and my need to marry her into one event. Only my Babygirl would want to be married at the opening of the new sloth exhibit that I funded, while announcing to the few friends and family we’ve invited we are expecting our first baby in seven months. Lexi is wearing a white sundress and nothing else. Barefoot. No panties. My cum in her belly and her scent on my face. I couldn’t be happier if you told me Lexi was going to let me have a steak for dinner.

  It’s going to be quite a day.

  “YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE.” The justice of the peace nods toward Lexi and me, and I seal our vows with a deep kiss. The small group around us releases a collective sigh as they sip on champagne or eat the rainbow-colored cake balls Lexi insisted be available before the brunch meal which will follow our quick ceremony.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she whispers into my ear as she throws her arms around my neck. When she clings to me like this, I feel so complete. So proud to be the man to whom she belongs.

  “I love you too, Babygirl. Don’t you ever think for one second I don’t. Not ever.”

  With that, we turn to accept the hugs and congratulations from the ten or so people we invited.

  Rita is here with a man she’s dating. His name is Ted, and much to my surprise, I find myself surprisingly protective of my older—albeit by six minutes—twin sister, even if we are both turning forty in a few weeks.

  Three of the women from Lexi’s synchronized swimming group are sipping champagne and swooning in the back of the group. Their gray hair freshly teased and sprayed into place with enough AquaNet to put a hole in the ozone you could drive a semi through.

  Ricky is cutting up with Heather as they hover toward the edge of the group. I can’t be 100 percent sure, but there seems to be a growing connection there. It certainly defies conventional wisdom, the two of them are as night to day, but far be it for me to figure out what the intricacies of the heart entail. You love who you love, and if you are lucky to find that, more power to you.

  “Now.” Lexi tugs on my arm, giving me an exaggerated look toward Rita.

  I look around the room quickly. The new habitat is housed in the Lexi Chase-Marshall Sloth Playground. I paid for it, and she named it. Behind the wall of glass, there is a live forest, over an acre under cover and another half-acre outside for when the weather is conducive.

  “Okay, baby, let’s see what your surprise is.”

  “One sec. I have to get something from my bag.”

  She runs off, shuffles in her bag for a second, and is right back standing in front of Rita and me with an envelope decorated with pink and blue hand drawn hearts.

  She shoves it toward us. “Open it together.”

  “What are you up to, little girl?” My eyes narrow as Rita and I both pinch the envelope and bring it toward us, our feet stepping inward to bring us closer together.

  “It’s not going to explode in pink and blue glitter all over us, is it?” Rita reaches out to pull Lex toward her in a half hug.

  “Nope.” Lexi bounces on her tiptoes. Whatever it is has her about to explode with her own excitement. “Just open it already.” She claps and her eyes glow.

  “Better do as we are told, huh, Daddy?” Rita teases.

  Lexi and I don’t use our titles all the time in public, but in our home, with friends and family, we decided we will not hide who we are. Even if it does give Rita fodder for teasing me whenever she gets the chance.

  Rita and I manage to tear the flap of the envelope together, then I hold it open while she slides out the card inside. More pink and blue hearts drawn by Lexi’s endless supply of magic markers and art supplies decorate the front of the card.

  When Rita finally slips it open, the black-and-white ultrasound picture is there, with two arrows drawn on it in pink and blue. I nearly drop to my knees.

  “Oh my God!” Rita screams, and both of them are yelping and hopping up and down hugging each other while I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

  Heather and Ricky are there in the next moment.

  “What the heck?” Heather comes around, and Lexi turns and jumps toward me.

  “Daddy’s going to be a Daddy times two!”

  “You’re having twins!” Heather snatches the card from Rita. “You have to name them Minnie and Paul!”

  Lexi giggles then looks up and me to say, “It’s too early to know the sexes yet, but I’m hoping for a boy and a girl.”

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sp; “God I’m so fucking pissed I missed your appointment.” I shake my head. I wanted so badly to be there for her first ultrasound but I was stuck on a flight delay coming back from New York. Finishing up a bit of consulting I’m doing for Moe’s expansion. Seems I couldn’t quite sever my connection to that little deli and have kept my toes in the water as far as that deal is concerned.

  The week after we officially became who we are to each other, we finally did have our date at the zoo. I remember how devastated she was when she discovered the sloths from her youth, Minnie and Pearl, were gone. Heather was there with us that day and continues to be a positive and integral part of our lives.

  I’ve even given Heather the task of developing a new component to the Count On program. She has a talent for budgeting in real life. A way of communicating with others like herself, kids raised in the system. I offered her a position teaching mentees in our program how to manage their funds. She travels around to different cities, helping members of the program learn how to set up a budget and connect with some simple, but necessary, fiscal skills.

  A sea of new congratulations fills the room. Sloths move behind the glass as a burning gathers in my eyes.

  “Baby.” I swoop both arms around her waist and swing her around in an arc, nearly taking Ricky’s knees out in the process.

  Everyone takes a step back as they laugh and watch me swing my girl in a circle until she’s squealing and laughing so hard her own face is wet with tears.

  “I didn’t think I could be any happier.” I set her down and don’t even bother to wipe away the tear that slides down from the corner of my eye.

  Lexi reaches up to pet my beard as she likes to do when she’s looking deep into my eyes.

  “You proud of me, Daddy?”

  “I couldn’t be prouder, Babygirl. You’ve made the day more perfect that I could have dreamed in a thousand lifetimes.”

  K I S S M E G O O D N I G H T

  Dani Wyatt

  The day I met her I was trying to decide if staying alive was a viable option for me.

  Then, one look at the girl who is now mine to raise and those dark thoughts are vanquished. With eyes the color of sunflowers and a smile that tells me she needs me had me making a promise to myself in that instant.

  I will never touch her. She’s too pure. Too young. It’s wrong.

  Except, each time she calls me Daddy, my resolve weakens.

  I can’t help myself. I ask her for something. Something that breaks that very promise.

  Kiss me goodnight.

  God help us both.

  Author’s Note: Kiss Me Goodnight is Daddy Babygirl yumminess and included exclusively now with the DADDY ISSUES bundle of three other of my favorite Daddy reads. Cupid delivers an arrow straight to the hearts of these two in Kiss Me Goodnight. It’s that special sort of love, the obsessed stalker kind. So, grab this bundle of FOUR HOT, HAPPILY EVER AFTER, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT Daddy stories with one brand new in Kiss Me Goodnight!! Have fun and be a good girl for Daddy.

  To all my readers:

  I appreciate every one of you.

  Dedicated to AE.

  How you stick by me I’m not sure.

  Prologue

  Ace

  FOUR YEARS AGO

  “I barely knew her.” I shake my head as Gerald hands me the pen. That statement isn’t entirely true, but today it feels like it is.

  “Well, didn’t stop her from leaving you everything. Happy Birthday to you, I guess. Don’t forget to date next to each signature. April 28th—” He chuckles like this is all some big happy joke.

  “I know the goddamn date today, Gerald.” I finish running a palm down my face to grip the length of my beard for a moment.

  I shift in the seat, lining up the pen, and as I do twinges of pain shoot down both my legs, fighting for attention with the near-constant ringing in my ears and the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I don’t put the pen to the paper. I can’t. I know the moment I do, this all becomes real, and I have to face facts.

  Happy Birthday to you.

  Gerald says it like it’s normal, but it’s not normal to me. Not anymore. Sure, today is my thirty-second birthday, but if I didn’t have to come here, I would have been just fine seeing no one and pretending it’s just another day. I gave up my right to celebrate my life.

  Semper fi.

  Death before dishonor.

  I take that shit seriously.

  I’m still not sure I can do this. The pen hovers over the paper like the Sword of Damocles, ready to bring me wealth along with responsibilities for which I’m sure I am not ready.

  My half-sister’s last will and testament, and a contract that will change everything for me. Emily passed away three weeks ago in a car accident while I was rehabbing in the VA hospital, recovering from injuries sustained when I failed to successfully disarm an IED a few months back. Well, the physical wounds may one day heal, but the mental ones are there to stay.

  Three hundred and seventy-two. That’s how many bombs I’d disabled successfully up until then. Now it feels like zero.

  One misstep erased all the good that came before. The irony is it was to be my last mission. I was done in another week and had already decided not to sign on for another stint. I did my service, I was proud, but I was done. I just didn’t realize how being done was going to turn out.

  I shake my head, trying to force down the darkness threatening to overwhelm me and attempt to focus on the details of my new, unexpected life.

  My half-sister was twenty years my senior. My father wasn’t even aware of her until a decade after he married my mom. Over the years as I grew up, I saw Emily a few dozen times, and there was always an eerie connection between us. We both had the same nearly turquoise eyes and it was unsettling looking into hers seeing myself looking back.

  The idea that those rare encounters would lead to me inheriting everything she owned never crossed my mind. She was a self-made woman in every sense of the word. Her own mother wouldn’t have been nominated for mother of the year. That didn’t stop Emily from graduating from Yale on a full academic scholarship. She refused to take anything from my father even though his resources were modest.

  She made her fortune in real estate. Buying and selling all over the world even as a near recluse.

  Through the years she wasn’t all that interested in being a part of Dad’s life, and I knew that hurt him. Mom did her best to be supportive in a difficult situation. I always knew they loved each other, and always knew they loved me, and I still miss them both every day. Cancer lacks any sense of propriety. Taking two amazing people from this world within two years of each other. Beautiful souls ravaged and gone while humans with a capacity for evil I will never understand go on without punishment.

  People say there’s a reason for everything, but they’re wrong. I’ve come to realize everything in life is random and transient. Nothing lasts. There is no plan. No destiny. No purpose.

  It’s all just a shit show, and you can either play the hand you’re dealt or check out early by your own. I’ve considered both to be honest, but as of today, I’m still here. Sitting here, preparing to sign papers set in front of me and wondering what new random acts of chaos are on the horizon.

  With a final effort of will, I stab the pen at the signature line and watch as the black liquid spreads where I loop the instrument, affixing my agreement to the terms within. I shake my head and address my attorney, “She left me everything material plus some. I mean, why couldn’t she just have left me the money and a damn cat.” The sarcasm in my voice is less than respectful, I realize that, but fuck if this situation doesn’t call for a bit of it.

  “True.” Gerald leans back in his chair and turns to look out the window behind him as I work through the papers wherever Jennifer, Gerald’s assistant, has applied a yellow arrow sticky note. “You can’t make this shit up. When you were laying there in the VA hospital, and I walked in, in a thousand lifetimes you would have never thought you were
inheriting your half-sister’s fortune and estate, as well as adopting a daughter you’ve never met. All while you were laying there contemplating where you were going to live—let alone what to do with the rest of your life.”

  Adopting a daughter.

  The words rattle like the tail of a snake inside my head and bring out a venom I didn’t know I had.

  “I’m her guardian, I’m not fucking adopting her.”

  What he doesn’t know, could never know, is that as I was laying in that hospital, I was contemplating not where to live, but if I should live.

  “Po-ta-to, po-taw-to.” He clears his throat on a deep breath and a chuckle. I know he’s just trying to lighten the mood, but I’m not in the mood. “I’m the attorney, I know the difference, I was using the word to punctuate the moment.”

  Wish I could say those feelings about whether living is the best option for me are completely gone, but I’m nothing if not honest. The thought is persistent, like that friend from high school who knocks at your bedroom window in the middle of the night, urging you to join in whatever trouble they are about to get into. I keep having to say no, not tonight.

  The pen settles with a clack where I drop it after the last signature line. I gather the stack of papers, tapping them on the desk to return them to perfect alignment before handing them across to Gerald.

  “Congratulations. It’s a girl. A sixteen-year-old bouncing, adolescent girl.”

  An image I try to forget everyday flashes into my mind without warning. Worn blue Keds peeking out from under black fabric, sand and debris thrown about like the aftermath of a tornado, dust settling over everything on that street in Afghanistan.

  As I pulled my own broken body toward the girl laying there in the destruction I prayed as though I truly believed it would help; begging, pleading with God or whoever might listen to please undo what I’d done. Or what I’d been unable to do.

  Instead, I met the last flicker of life in her golden eyes as they stared back at me, both of us hoping for a miracle. The blast had blown the veil that shielded her adolescent face completely off, and blood ran out of her nose, her eyes and her ears in a tiny red death river that ended in her jet-black hair.