by Lila Fox
He combed his fingers through her silky blonde hair. “We can do something to even out your hair until it can grow out.”
“Really?”
He smiled. “Yes, I’ll get in touch with Darian and see if he knows of a place.”
“I’d like that. Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and lifted her out of his lap. “Give me thirty minutes, and then we can watch another movie before bedtime.”
She nodded and turned back to the books.
He sent out an email and got the name of a day spa that would take care of his girl. Darian even promised to have Larkin and Brylee there so they could have a girl day.
Patrick and Darian messaged back and forth about how Eve and her mom took the news and what their next step would be after letting the two visit the next day.
He closed down his computer and stood. “Are you ready?”
Eve turned to him, nodded, and closed the book she’d been looking through before sliding it back on the shelf.
He led her into the TV room, and they picked a short movie about a dog trying to find his way home. A smile crossed his face when he heard Eve sniff a few times. He liked that she had a tender heart.
After a bit, he glanced at the clock. “We should get to bed. We have an early day, and I’m sure it will be an emotional one, also.”
She nodded.
****
Patrick and Eve climbed the stairs hand and hand. Patrick moved them past his room and into hers.
“Go ahead and get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a bit. Why don’t you pick out a book you’d like to read tonight?”
Eve nodded and watched him walk out of the room. She had an overwhelming urge to chase after him and beg him not to leave, but there was still a fear that if she pushed too much, he’d want her out of his life. The thought of never seeing him again made her soul physically ache.
She showered, dressed in a nightgown, and brushed her teeth. She was looking through the books on her shelf when Patrick walked back in. Her gaze roamed over him. He was wearing sleep pants again and nothing else, so she was able to take in his masculine beauty.
He snorted when he caught her staring.
“Find a book, baby.”
She watched him get comfortable on her bed before she grabbed the closest book and jumped up onto the mattress.
He read the title and then glanced at her.
“Do you realize which book you chose?”
She shook her head. “No, I just grabbed one. What is it?”
“It’s an erotic book about a young girl in the eighteenth century when she comes of age. She’s pushed into a marriage with a man, but when she goes to meet him at his home, his family seduces her. The father, mother, sister, and uncle teach her everything she needs to know about sex. It’s very erotic.”
“Should I pick out something else?” Eve asked.
“Not if you don’t want to.”
She cuddled up against him. “Let’s read this.”
He cleared his throat.
“On a cold December day on the North side of England…”
She heard the tremor in his voice get more pronounced as the book’s content heated, and Eve was unable to stay still against him. Her need for him built, making her panties wet and her breasts tender.
He closed the book. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”
She sat up as he maneuvered himself off the mattress and set the book on the nightstand.
He tugged her down until she was lying on her pillow and then brought the blanket up to her chin. He bent and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, baby. Yell if you need me.”
She watched him walk away with a sinking heart. He couldn’t have been more obvious, wanting to get away from her. He had practically run from the room. The fact that her body throbbed with a desire she didn’t understand made the situation worse.
Had she done something wrong? Did he not want her around anymore? She listened to the shower next door as it turned on again. Her ears followed his progress until everything went silent. She tried to close her eyes and rest, but the ball of hunger deep in her gut wouldn’t let her relax, and she didn’t know how to get it to go away so she could fall asleep.
She knew a bit about desire. She remembered a teacher talking about in her sex education class. But what she was experiencing was unlike anything she’d ever heard about. Maybe something was wrong with her? Maybe she should see a doctor? A thought filled her head and made dread take away the other feeling. Was her father right? Did she have the devil in her? The idea made her sick. If it was true, she shouldn’t be around other people. What if it rubbed off on them somehow?
She got more agitated until she shook uncontrollably. She threw back the covers and raced into Patrick’s bedroom. She stopped suddenly at the bottom of his bed.
Chapter Twelve
Patrick propped himself up on his elbow and stared at her. Right away, he could tell something was wrong even though the room was mostly in shadows.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I’m sick,” she declared.
He frowned. “Sick?”
“Yes, inside. Just like my father said I was. I need to leave before I get you sick.”
She turned and tried to make it through the door only to have him grab ahold of her arm.
“Whoa, wait. Where are you getting this idea?”
“My body, it’s broken, and the only explanation is I have the devil inside of me.”
He pulled her against his chest. “Wait. Tell me why you think this.”
“Because of the way the book made me feel. It’s wrong. The fact it sent you away confirms what I think.”
He sighed and started pulling her over to the bed. He lifted her onto the mattress and slid in beside her. He anchored her against his side when she tried to move away from him. “No, stay still and listen. Nothing is wrong with you—”
“But…”
“No. Listen. What you felt was desire. It’s perfectly normal to feel like that when we were reading that book.”
He saw relief flash over her face for a moment before confusion set in again.
“You don’t understand. I physically hurt.”
“I know, baby. I did, too. I had to take a cold shower to feel better.”
“Would that help me?” she asked.
“It might, but it’s really unpleasant,” he said with a smirk.
“Why did you run from me?”
“Honey, I was way too close to tucking you underneath me and fucking you blind.”
Eve gasped but didn’t move away. In fact, she moved a little closer. “Would it make us feel better?”
“Hell, yes. But I’m talking about taking your virginity, and I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
“Isn’t there another way?”
“Yes, there are several, but I’m not sure you’re ready for anything.”
“What would make you think I’m ready?”
“I want you to be able to trust me.”
“But I do. I trust you more than anyone.”
Patrick’s head spun as he tried to decide what was best. He could tell her depth of desire was still high, and she had to be uncomfortable, and she’d never be able to sleep that way. He sat up and manuvered her down onto her back before pulling the nightgown up and off her. He then tugged her panties down.
“What are you going to do?” she asked with a voice that shook with nerves.
“I’m going to make love to you with my hands and my mouth.”
She nodded. “I get to do that to you, too. Right?”
“We’ll see. Right now, I want you to relax and let me make you feel good.”
He balanced his weight on one elbow and used his other hand to cup her cheek. He lowered his head and used his tongue to outline her lips before taking her mouth in a kiss that showed her without words how much he wanted her.
Her arms circled around his neck, and she tried t
o pull him closer.
Patrick grinned when she growled low in her throat, and he didn’t move. His lips slid down to her neck and nibbled and sucked on her soft skin until she writhed under him and begged for more.
He got to her breasts and gave them special attention, making her cry out in need before he sucked on one nipple and then the other one until they were both red and turned into hard little nubs.
He continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button and smiling when she giggled.
His shoulders nudged her legs apart to give him enough room, and then he closed his eyes and groaned at the sweet scent of her arousal. “Jesus, baby. Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell.”
Eve gasped, and her back arched at the first swipe of his tongue.
He pressed a hand down on her stomach to keep her in place while he ate and sucked every drop he could from her. He murmured his approval when it continued to slide from her. He tongued her hard little button before he sucked it into his mouth.
She screamed as her body stiffened, and then he felt her cum cover his chin and lips. He was pleased how quickly he’d been able to throw her over.
“One more time, baby.”
She shook her head. “I can’t…’
He lifted his head and lightly slapped his hand down on her sensitive clit, making her body rigid with arousal again. “You will come as many times as I want you to. Got it?”
She groaned as his words.
One of his fingers slid into her tight cunt, making them both moan. He needed to throw her over quickly because there was another cold shower with his name on it. He bent and started sucking vigorously on her clit as he pumped his finger into her.
Patrick couldn’t prevent himself from humping the mattress. The ache was unmanageable, and he had to have some relief at that moment.
Her cunt started to tighten, telling him she was ready. The next time he pushed in, he used two fingers, giving her a bite of pain he knew she craved.
A scream tore from her throat as her body bowed off the mattress.
He cursed as he tried to hold her down at the same time as he finger fucked her.
Finally, after a long moment, Eve relaxed into the mattress. Her breath billowed in and out, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body.
He smiled at the look of wonder and satisfaction on her face. He pulled his fingers out, kissed her thighs, and started to move off the bed.
She abruptly sat up and grabbed ahold of his arm. “No, please. Let me touch you. I want to give you pleasure as you did me.”
He sat back on his haunches, letting her get a look at his rigid cock that peeked out of the top of his sleep pants. “I’m not sure…”
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout that made him smile. “Please. I want to taste you as you did me.”
He growled deep in his chest before he maneuvered around her and lay on the mattress.
“If at any time you get overwhelmed, we’ll stop.”
She sat back on her haunches and held her hands gripped together at her chest before she reached out and started pulling the silky pants down his thighs. He lifted up a bit to aid her but otherwise, he let her explore and go at her own pace.
****
Eve stared in awe at the long, hard appendage lying on his lower stomach before she reached out, slid a finger down its length, and then wrapped her tiny hand around it. She relaxed a bit when Patrick moaned his approval.
She remembered some things she’d heard from other kids when she was in high school. At the time, it had embarrassed her, but now she was excited to be able to touch Patrick and learn how to please him.
She was enthralled with his penis and loved the feel of it in her hands. It flet like a hard pipe covered in velvety softness. She slid her hand under to cup his heavy balls in her hands. Just looking at him made her private area leak and her stomach ache. Her hand moved up and down slowly, and she used a finger from her other hand to spread the few drops of his cum around the head of his cock.
****
He squeezed his eyes shut when she put the finger to her lips to taste him, but the fact that she moaned her pleasure made his need so much worse.
“God, baby, please squeeze harder.”
She tightened her grip. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Tell me what to do.”
“How about this time you just explore? Nothing you are doing will hurt me and will only make me feel good.”
She stroked him a few times before she leaned down and took the head into her mouth.
He watched her eyes close in ecstasy. She took him farther into her mouth, sucking vigorously like she wanted to suck him dry.
“Baby, I’m going to come, so if you don’t want to swallow my cum, take your mouth away.”
She shook her head, closed her eyes, and continued to suck at him.
He speared his fingers through her hair. “Then you better take every single fucking drop I give you.”
She moaned and upped the suction of her mouth.
“Jesus,” Patrick yelled as he held her head and bowed off the mattress. He thrust a few more times before his wad spurted to the back of her throat.
She drank every drop, making sure she didn’t leave any behind. She sat up after she was done licking him clean and smiled.
He pulled her down beside him and kissed her hungrily, tasting himself and her mixed together from both mouths.
He pulled the blanket up and over them and tucked her head against his chest.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be here to hold you.”
She placed one last kiss on his chest before sleep dragged her down.
Patrick’s body finally settled enough for him to take normal breaths. Listening to her even calm breaths made sleep claim him within minutes.
His last thought was of the next day. Would that be the day he lost her?
Would she prefer to be with her mother instead of him?
Only time would tell. But it was gut-wrenching for him to consider that he might lose her.
Chapter Thirteen
Patrick and Eve walked down the stairs, hand in hand, and made their way to the kitchen.
Agnes turned from the wall phone. “Sir, the phone’s for you.”
He placed a kiss on the back of Eve’s hand. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll be right back.”
He sat behind his desk and answered the phone.
“It’s me, Darian. I got the girls into a day spa today. They need to be there at nine.”
He checked the time on his watch. Not quite eight in the morning. “Great. Send me the info. I want to give them a heads up to what I want done with her. Send me the address, and I’ll have her there.”
“You got it. See you there.”
He called the spa and then made his way into the kitchen.
Patrick sat down next to Eve. “Darian has scheduled you girls for a day spa. I have to have you there at nine, so hustle up.”
A frightened look flickered across her face.
“What, baby?”
“It’s just … I … I haven’t been away from you.”
“The girls will be with you, and we’ll have a guard to watch over you girls. You’ll be safe, or I wouldn’t take the chance.”
Eve released a tense breath and relaxed. “Okay.”
They both ate quickly.
“Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, Agnes.”
Agnes smiled over her shoulder. “You’re very welcome, child.”
Patrick pulled her out to the garage. He hated that she had to wear one of her old dresses but hoped her clothes would come that day. “It’s pretty warm out, so you won’t need a jacket.”
He held the door open for her to slide into the car. When he was on the driver’s side, he opened the garage door and pulled out.
He reached for her hand when they pulled out of the driveway. “Are you still nervous?”
She smiled at him. “A little. I haven’t been away from your
house since I left my father’s. But I trust you to keep me safe, so I’m not going to worry.”
He squeezed her hand. “I’m glad.”
He maneuvered them through town and pulled up at a contemporary-looking business made up of chrome and glass. “I see them waiting inside.”
****
She waited for him to come around and open her door. She clutched his hand as they walked into the building. The two girls surrounded her and hugged her tightly, and she sucked in a breath.
“Girls, let her breathe,” Darian said from behind them and chuckled with Patrick.
Larkin scowled over her shoulder at him. “That’s not funny, daddy.”
Darian smirked. “It was for us.”
Gage was talking to the woman at the counter before he turned. “They have you all set. You three will be together most of the time. You’re not going to do anything dramatic today. It’s just going to be hair, massage, pedicure, and manicures.”
The girls grabbed each other’s hands, practically jumping up and down in their excitement.
“We are leaving a man at the front and one in the back. None of you will leave the building until we come back for you.”
The three nodded.
“Good, come here and give me a kiss,” Darian demanded.
Larkin was instantly in front of him and up on her toes. He placed a quick kiss.
“Behave yourself.”
Larkin sighed. “I always do.”
Darian snorted and walked to the door.
Eve watched Gage pull Brylee into his arms and give her a long kiss. She looked over to see Patrick and Darian talking and felt a ball of disappointment grow when Patrick didn’t even look her way.
“Come on, Eve,” Larkin said and started pulling her down the hallway. She glanced back one more time to see Patrick watching her, but he made no move to come to her.
Several hours later, Darian and Gage showed up. The girls were in a lounge, drinking Shirley Temples.
Both men scowled at the makeup on the girl’s faces.
“How do I look?” Larkin asked and stood.
“You’re beautiful, baby. Why did they put makeup on you?”
Larkin shrugged. “We got done early, and so the technician messed around. You don’t like it?”