Unexpected Daddies

by Lively, R. S.

  "No."

  Another smack. Another squeal. My body responds to the sound, and to the feeling of her breasts crushed against my back. I feel my cock strain against my pants and my mouth water.

  "Are you going to behave yourself?"

  She hesitates for a brief beat.

  "No," she replies, her voice slightly lower.

  The bags can wait.

  Turning sharply, I start toward the path. From this vantage point, it looks like the narrow trail is nothing more than a stamped-down path of dirt and fallen pine needles meandering its way deep into the woods. Someone who doesn't know, like Fiona, would likely think anyone following the trail would eventually end up in a barren clearing at worst, and a smattering of primitive campsites at best. I know better. Owning the property means I know this trail goes several yards into the trees, but then turns and winds its way to a custom-designed luxury cabin. I also happen to know the team I employ to take care of the property while I'm not here spent all day yesterday preparing the cabin for our arrival. They're gone by now, which is exactly what I want.

  "Where are we going?" she asks.

  "Quiet," I say sternly.

  She immediately complies, and I quicken my steps down the trail. My heart is pounding by the time I see the cabin come into view, and Fiona's lush little ass up in the air is making me feel like I'm going to explode. Her breasts bounce against my back as I bound up the steps onto the front porch, her hands clutching my shirt to keep herself steady.

  There is no key to the cabin. Instead, the lock is mechanical, controlled by a keypad positioned directly beside the front door. I input the code, pushing the door open as soon as I hear the lock disengage. Slamming the door closed behind us, I carry Fiona toward the master bedroom. As soon as we step into the room, I drop Fiona down my body and onto her feet. She isn’t standing long. I grab her by her hips and shove her back against the wall, crushing my mouth down over hers in a passionate kiss. My hands make quick work of the button and zipper on her pants, and I push them down off Fiona's hips. She steps out of them, and I pull her shirt over her head, throwing it to the side. Her breasts are full and heavy, a flush sending a tinge of crimson across her creamy chest. Taking hold of the tops of the cups, I yank the fabric away from her breasts, so they spill out, revealing her tight pink nipples. Growling hungrily, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue swirls around it, puckering the flesh around the bud. Meeting her eyes, I tear away my shirt and release my belt. My cock springs out of my pants, and I take a condom out of my pocket before I force them away, kicking them aside. Tearing the package open with my teeth, I roll the condom down my engorged erection and lean into Fiona again. Her mouth opens eagerly beneath mine as I kiss her deeply, my hand trailing down her body until it finds her hip, dipping down further into her waiting pussy.

  I groan when I find she is already hot, slick, and wet. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pick Fiona up and plunge deep inside her as I push her up against the wall. Her fingers dig into my hair, and her head falls back as I thrust into her at a fevered pace. Within seconds she's gasping, her high-pitched cries filling the room around us. I can feel my own climax rushing through my body, and although I don't want it to be over so soon, I also don't want to stop. I've thought about being buried inside her luscious body all day, and I can't control myself.

  With a final impaling thrust, I let out a deep growl and feel my cock throb, then release into her. Fiona gasps and arches her back, pressing her breasts into my chest as her walls tighten around me. Pushing back slightly and ducking my head down, I close my mouth over one swell, flicking my tongue over the peak of her nipple as her body twitches on my cock. Fiona's body sags against me, and I hold her up, enjoying feeling the last waves of her orgasm flow through her. She lifts her head to look at me, and I kiss her, smiling against her lips.

  "Are you going to behave yourself now?"

  "Not if that was my punishment," she says, sounding spent and satisfied.

  Lowering her to her feet, I brush her hair out of her face.

  "Why don't we get our bags, and I'll show you around."

  "I don't want to get dressed," she says.

  I look at her swollen lips and feel my stomach clench. I feel like I could scoop her up, toss her onto the bed, and be perfectly happy staying right here for the rest of the trip. In the interest of saving at least some energy, though, I figure we should take a bit of a break.

  "You don't have to," I say. "We could go to the truck for our bags like this."

  I open the bedroom door and start through the cabin.

  "We can't go through the woods naked!" Fiona gasps from behind me.

  I turn around to look at her.

  "Why not?"

  "People might see us!"

  "I hope not," I say. "No one is supposed to be anywhere around here for miles."

  'You rented out the whole campground just for us?" she asks.

  "No," I say. "I own the cabin and the woods around it."

  "You do?"

  "Yes. I bought an abandoned campsite a few years ago, designed the cabin, and developed some of the rest of the land into what I like to think of as my own vacation paradise."

  Fiona stares at me, blinking a few times like she's trying to process what I just told her.

  "You bought an abandoned camp?" she asks.

  "Yes," I answer.

  She's still standing naked in the bedroom, and the surprised, almost incredulous, look on her face creates an image I'd love to snap a picture of and use as the background of my phone screen, NSFW be damned.

  "An abandoned camp. You bought an abandoned camp?"

  "Yes," I repeat.

  I reach for my pants and step into them. She follows my lead almost absently, reaching down for her pants and wriggling into them while still staring at me. Picking up her shirt, she starts to pull it down over her head not realizing her breasts are still spilling out over the tops of her bra cups. Resting her shirt on her shoulders, she wiggles the silky peach fabric back in place, and I feel a little hint of regret as her pink nipples disappear inside the cups again.

  "Are we talking an old campground where people drove their RVs and set up tents and stuff, and just stopped coming? Or is this a children's summer camp that was mysteriously abandoned when several campers went missing after telling stories about the legend who roams the woods type situation?"

  I laugh as I drop my shirt down over my head.

  "It was a camp-style resort," I say. "So... both?"

  She pauses again as she pulls on her shoes and stares at me.

  "Both? There is a legend who roams the woods?" I continue out of the cabin and back toward the truck. "What is it? Is this a person?" I can hear Fiona calling to me as she follows behind me, and I can't help but laugh. "An animal of some kind? A murderous ghost? Insatiably angry because they, too, were killed here?"

  We make it back to the truck, and I turn around toward her.

  "Nothing is going to come out of the woods and get you, I promise. And if something tries, I'll protect you."

  I reach into the bed of the truck and pull out one of the bags, then reach for another. I offer the smaller of the two to Fiona and reach for another. She doesn't look entirely convinced, but I don't mind the idea of staying up with her if she has nightmares tonight. When I've unloaded everything, we make our way back to the cabin. My heart swells in my chest when she follows me without question back to the master bedroom rather than asking for her own room. It's comfortable and natural, with none of the awkwardness of two people trying to navigate living life so close to each other. The dynamic between us has changed, but everything feels so easy, like we are just falling into the pattern we should have been all along. There are no questions or hesitations. There is no discomfort. We inhabit the same space like we've always been meant to share it, and deep within me, I know this is how things should have been.

  Half an hour later, we've unpacked our bags and put our clothes away in the custo
m closet and built-in wardrobe. We've only planned on being here for a few days so we can get back to the work we left behind at the house, but I hate living out of a suitcase no matter where I am. Whether I'm traveling for work and staying in the president's suite of a hotel for a single night, or in one of my vacation properties for weeks at a time, as soon as I get there, I have to unpack. I need the sense of settling in, of having control over my space rather than the transience of having everything shoved away in suitcases and bags.

  Fiona's eyes wander as I give her the tour of the cabin. She seems to be taking in all of the details, admiring the honeycomb of rooms I carefully designed to ensure I always have access to the features I want when I come out here to relax.

  "This is incredible," she says. "How long did it take you to design?"

  "About a year," I say. "I had my eye on the land for a long time. I first discovered the place back in high school with a few of my friends, and knew I wanted it.”

  She smiles as she walks over to the windows and looks out. I wrap my arms around her waist to squeeze her for a few seconds, then lead her out of an arched door toward the multi-level deck on the back of the cabin. It has been such a short time since we both arrived at Grammie's house, but the impending change of seasons is already starting to show itself. It always seems the weather is softer in the woods, with the thick cover of the tree branches and the large, serene lake lowering the temperature and cutting the intensity of the sun. I guide her down the steps of the deck and onto a path that weaves away from the land where the cabin sits deeper into the woods.

  "I’ve fantasized about bringing you out here for years, you know?”

  Her eyes slide over to me.

  "Oh, really?" she asks. "And what did you hope might happen if you did?"

  I turn to her, and her arms loop around my neck as my mouth drops down to hers. My tongue pushes through her lips, and she catches it, swirling hers over it as if seeking out my taste. I pull her close, so her body crushes against mine, filling my hands with her ass and kissing her deeper. I've never desired anyone like Fiona. The adoration and admiration I have always had for her has ripened into passion as familiarity has turned into need. I wanted her when we were younger, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel now. Having touched and tasted her, I crave her with an intensity that limits my ability to concentrate on anything else.

  When the kiss ends, I look down at her.

  "I’m so glad I brought you here."

  "Me, too." Fiona rises up on her toes to give me another quick kiss before looking around. "Was this area empty?"

  I follow her gaze.

  "No. This was actually where the main buildings for the camp were. The lodge. Registration building. A little camp store. By the time I bought the land, they were in pretty rough shape. I have the feeling they hadn't been kept up terribly well when the camp was actually in operation, and then it was abandoned for decades, so there wasn't really anything that could be salvaged. I wish there could have been. I thought it would be fun to refurbish the buildings and build additions around them to integrate them into one large building. My original design for the cabin was with that intention, but that was before I really came out here and examined the buildings during the day. So they were all demolished, and the ground leveled to make space for the cabin to be built."

  Fiona nods. She looks toward the path steps away.

  "What's this?"

  "This is original to the camp. I found it one time when I was out here surveying and went down it." I bring her to the head of the path and point out a wooden sign positioned at the treeline. "This was lying on the ground, but I restored it and put it back in the ground."

  Fiona looks at the sign, reading the activities and directions carved into the slats positioned along the post.

  "Swimming. Canoeing. Volleyball. Fitness."

  I nod.

  "They are all there."

  She looks up at me.

  "What do you mean they're all there?"

  "They're all there. I recreated all of them with my own versions so the sign would be as accurate as possible."

  She lets out a long breath.

  "Well, we couldn't have an inaccurate ancient wooden sign sitting around. That would just be a travesty."

  I take her hand, and we start down the path.

  "It's good that Gramps and Grammie didn't send you to camp. You'd be that kid who complained about everything and got thrown into the lake."

  "You better not throw me in the lake, Cade."

  She doesn't miss a beat, and now all I want to do is throw her into the lake.

  We walk to the pool first.

  "I took my liberties with the pool," I tell her.

  The curving shape, underwater lights, and integrated grotto are very different from the cracked, graffiti-scattered rectangle that was here when I first explored this part of the camp. The grass growing up around it had all but obliterated the sand spread in a large swathe around the original pool, and only half of the diving board stuck out from the frame at the deep end.

  "I didn't think this would be what a summer camp pool would look like," she replies.

  "The first time I saw it I was afraid to get anywhere near it."

  "I didn't think you were afraid of water," she says.

  "I'm not," I tell her. "It was the pool. You have no idea how creepy it looked the first time I was out here in the middle of the night. All I had for light was a flashlight and the moon coming through the clouds. Part of me sure I'd find the last person to have explored this place still down there, possibly not with all of his flesh and internal organs intact."

  Fiona shudders.

  "You didn't, did you?"

  "No. Fortunately, it was empty. But that's when I knew I wanted this place."

  I could still remember what it felt like when I first walked up to the pool and looked down into it. That was the moment, standing at the crumbling edge of the pool, when I started envisioning what this place could become.

  "All the way back in high school?" she asks.

  "Absolutely. There wasn't a single part of me that believed I would ever be in a position to buy the camp, but after that night, I started spending long stretches of time thinking about it. When I was going through a tough time or just feeling angry – which happened a lot – I would think about it. I'd go through all the ways I could take this space and turn it into something new. I thought about all the things I'd change, and how I'd make them better than before. I tried to imagine what the person who designed it had originally envisioned, and why it turned out this way. It distracted me and helped me keep myself calm."

  Fiona turns to me, her eyes shimmering.

  "I wish I knew everything you were going through then," she says. "I didn't. I didn't know you were suffering. I wish you had talked to me."

  "I didn't talk to anyone."

  "But I'm not just anybody, Cade. It's me. You could have told me anything."

  "It would have changed the way you looked at me."

  She shakes her head.

  "No," she says. "It wouldn't have changed a thing. I didn't always like what I heard, and there were times when I wished I didn't hear it, but I always wanted you to tell me whatever you needed to get off your chest. For whatever reason. No matter why you wanted to tell me, no matter what you thought it was going to accomplish, if you wanted to talk to me about something, I was always willing to listen." She pauses. "I still am."

  We've moved away from the pool, roaming almost absently toward the edge of the lake where a rack holds four canoes. I have no real reason to have all four of them. I don't really have a reason to have one. I never use them. But I felt compelled to be true to the sign, and that's how it turned out. As we stand a few feet from the water, I glance over at Fiona. She stares over the lake as if transfixed by the shimmer of the sunset against the darkening surface.

  "What did you mean by that?" I ask her.

  She looks over at me.

  "What?" she
asks.

  "You said you didn't always like what you heard, and there were times when you wished you didn't hear it. What did you mean by that?"

  Fiona looks uncomfortable in a way I haven't seen since the first time since the day Franklin showed up at Grammie's house. The expression on her face has become guarded like she didn't realize what she had said. She hesitates for a beat, glancing back out over the water, and then back at me.

  "I wasn't naive, Cade. I wasn't blind. I knew you dated, and I know you…" her voice trails off, but I know what she had meant to say. "I knew it was happening, but I didn't want to hear about it. I didn't want to think of you looking at anyone like that. I didn't want to think of you kissing or touching anyone."

  She hesitates again.

  "What?" I ask, but she doesn't respond. "What, Fiona? What is it?"

  "The night you came to me and told me about your girlfriend. Amy. You remember."

  My heart tightens painfully, and I feel the breath leave my body. I know exactly what she's talking about. It's something I never wanted to think about again.

  "Of course, I do."

  "That night, I wanted to listen to you. I knew I was the one you chose to come talk to, and to tell what was going on. I wanted to be there for you however you wanted me to be. But it killed me, Cade. It hurt so much to listen to you talk about Amy. I could see what she had put you through was hurting you, and I wanted to rip her to shreds for it. But it was more than that."

  I feel her pull away from me.

  "Talk to me, Fiona. What was it?"

  "It should have been me!" she suddenly explodes. "You should have been with me, Cade. Not her. Not some girl who you had only known a few months. If you were going to be that close to anyone, if you were going to make love to someone, it should have been me. It kills me."

  I reach out for Fiona and pull her into my arms, catching her words with a kiss. My mouth moves over hers softly, and I taste her tears. I pull back from the kiss just enough so I can speak.

  "I never made love to her, Fiona," I whisper. "Never. I was a stupid, impulsive kid who had sex when a girl offered it to me. I'm not proud of the way that makes me sound, but it's what happened. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted you to feel that way."