Christmas Daddy: A DDLG MC Western Crossover

by March, Daisy

  Because he’s your Daddy and that’s what they do.

  The thought was comforting. She sat up slightly, a wave of dizziness washing over her. A hand was gripping hers. She looked to her side. There he was. “Daddy?” she said.

  “Just relax,” he replied with a relieved smile on his lips. “You’ve had us all worried for a while.”

  “How long was I out?”

  “Couple of days. They gave you something to keep you under in case but the scans have all come back fine. No permanent damage.”

  “You were very lucky,” the nurse said, writing something on the chart in her hands. “Lowest temperature I’ve seen in a fair few years. How do you feel now?”

  “I’ve just got a headache, that’s all.”

  “That’s good. I’ll get Dr. Kilburn to look you over and if he approves, you’ll be going home this afternoon.”

  Home.

  She didn’t have a home. Why was that?

  Evicted. That was it. But it wasn’t too bad. She had somewhere else to live. Where was it?

  Jack’s ranch. Walker Ranch. That was it. She was living there. She turned and smiled at him. “Home,” she began but he spoke before she could continue.

  “I know about the job,” he said. “I know you were supposed to be going in.”

  “How?” she asked.

  “Your boss called when I came back to the farmhouse to speak to you. Called a couple of times since. So have your parents. I told them you were here. They’re waiting to take you back there.”

  “What? I thought-“

  He shook his head. “It’s all right. It’s better this way. You got hurt because of me, same as everyone else. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt again. You should go back to your job.”

  The pain in her head was nothing compared to the pain that cut into her heart in that moment. “You really want me to go?”

  “I think it’s for the best. You have a job waiting for you that’ll pay you more money than I ever could.”

  “You think I care about money?”

  “Hard to get through life without it. I can’t pay you, Holly. I can barely pay for the animal feed.”

  “I don’t want that job, Jack. I was fired and they only want me back because they’re desperate but I don’t want to go back. I want to stay with you.”

  “You’re only saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s okay. I can take it. I’m a big boy.”

  “Hurt your feelings? What about my feelings?”

  The door to the room opened and a doctor in her mid-forties walked in, frowning. “No arguing in here,” he said, pointing at Jack. “You, out.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You leave or I get security to have you arrested. She needs to rest, not bicker with visitors. Out, now.”

  Jack clenched his fists as he got to his feet. “Make me.”

  “Just go,” Holly said, touching his arm. “Please, if you care about me at all, just go.”

  He left, not looking back. Holly watched his back as the door swung closed behind him.

  “Now, how are you feeling?” Dr. Kilburn asked.

  More questions followed. She answered them without really thinking. Her mind was elsewhere. Had that been the fight of a couple or a breakup? She wasn’t sure.

  Jack had acted as if he wanted her to leave but there was something else to his words. Did he not think she wanted to stay?

  She knew if they were able to talk properly they could resolve things but that couldn’t happen until she was discharged. It was two in the afternoon when the paperwork was all done.

  She found her parents were waiting for her outside the room. Dr. Kilburn handed her over like a child at the end of their first day at school. “Mrs. Hardacre?”

  “Please, call me Carol. This is my husband, Frank.”

  “How is she, Doc?” Frank asked.

  “Bit wobbly but she’ll live. Tell her not to go swimming fully dressed in a frozen river in the future.”

  “Thank you, Doctor,” Carol replied, taking Holly’s arm, leading her out to their car as her pop wrapped a blanket around her. “You need to be home with us,” she added. “Where we can keep an eye on you.”

  Holly climbed in the back of the car, unsure what to do. They were both talking to her at once, telling her that they’d heard about the apartment, that it was all right. That she would be safe with them. Too soon to live on her own. Still a child. Couldn’t be trusted.

  She nodded at the right places, not paying attention. Sentences slipped in here and there.

  Stupid to get your own place.

  Keep an eye on you.

  Room just how you left it.

  Why were you so stupid as to jump in a river?

  Was it something we did?

  She suddenly sat up. “Stop the car,” she said.

  “You’re in no position to give commands,” Frank said. “You forget where you are.”

  “Stop the car.”

  Her mom glanced back at her. “Stop the car? What are you talking about? Keep driving, Frank.”

  “Stop the car or I jump out right now.”

  She undid her seatbelt, grabbing hold of the door handle.

  “She means it,” her father said, pulling in at the side of the road.

  Holly got out, the cool wind hitting her hospital gown. She tugged the blanket around her and began walking along the verge.

  “Where are you going?” her mom shouted after her. “Come back.”

  She stopped. “I’ll come back if you take me to Walker Ranch,” she said. “If you care about my happiness at all, take me to Walker Ranch, please.”

  12

  Jack

  * * *

  Jack looked around at the sparkling clean kitchen. Terry the tiger was sitting next to the handbag. He’d have to take a trip over to the Hardacre place to give her all of her things back.

  Would she come to collect the car or should he drive it over?

  He was certain it was over. She had gotten hurt because of him. One more person hurt because of him. If she hadn’t come to the ranch, she wouldn’t have almost drowned.

  It was his fault. It was only dumb luck and one clever sheepdog that meant she was alive at all. He felt so guilty.

  The house seemed empty without her there. What had previously been peaceful quiet was now oppressive silence. He wasn’t in his house. He was in their house without her. He was looking in their kitchen without her. He would go to sleep without her.

  No, he thought, shaking his head. He was being pathetic. He picked up Terry. He would take the stuffed tiger over to her parents and have it out with her.

  Too many times he’d been watching the movies and problems that could be resolved with a simple conversation were dragged out for hours of screentime.

  What would he say? That was the tricky part.

  Apologize, first off. Apologize for telling her she would be better off without him. That might be true but he could be the best Daddy to her if she gave him a chance.

  He had been stupid and selfish. He hadn’t listened to her, had barely let her talk at all. She had said she wanted to live with him.

  Was it just that he was afraid of letting himself be happy? That he was sabotaging his chance at being a Daddy? Was he that dumb?

  “I think I might be dumb,” he said out loud. “I mean, I am talking to a stuffed tiger after all.”

  He took the tiger and walked over the pasture toward her place, still trying to work out exactly what to say. He could start with, “Will you marry me?” but that might be a bit much. Better to check she wanted to live with him first. Maybe give it a week or two before proposing they get hitched.

  He drove up the drive to the Hardacre place, knocking on the front door with the stuffed tiger in his hand, ready to hand to her whatever she decided.

  “Yes?” a figure said, opening the door. It was Holly’s mom. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

  “
Is Holly there?”

  “We thought she was with you.”

  “What?”

  “We just dropped her at the end of your drive. She’s gone totally mad, walking up there in just her hospital gown, yelled back at me, said she needed her Daddy. Frank went after her but she shooed him away. Quite mad, that girl.”

  Jack turned around and started running. He sprinted back to the farmhouse. She had come to him. Maybe she had forgiven him for being so dumb at the hospital. Maybe it could work out. He could only hope.

  He got to the back door in the fastest time ever, panting for breath until he had enough air in his lungs to yell her name. “Holly!” he called out.

  “Up here,” she replied.

  He took the stairs two at a time. She was in the bedroom, sitting on the bed with Skip on his back next to her, tummy in the air getting a huge fuss. “We’re making friends,” she said. “What’s his name?”

  “Skip,” he replied, glancing down at the binbags on the bedroom floor. “Your things?”

  She nodded. “I thought maybe if I moved my stuff in, you’d realize I do want to be here.”

  He sat beside her, fussing the dog who sighed happily. “He knew where you’d gone,” Jack said. “Followed your scent to the ravine.”

  “Really? That’s one clever dog.”

  “What were you doing over there anyway?”

  “Looking for you. I wanted to talk to you.”

  “What about?”

  “Lots of things. The job offer for one. I wanted to check you really wanted me to stay here, that it wasn’t just you being nice for Christmas.”

  He shook his head, looking mournful.

  “Oh, I see. I get it.”

  He grinned. “I want you to live here with me as my little girl.”

  Her sad eyes sparkled, a smile lighting up her face. “Really?”

  “I want to be your Daddy, Holly. For the rest of our lives.”

  “Oh, Daddy!” she cried, throwing her arms around him. “You’ve made me so happy.”

  Skip jumped off the bed, heading downstairs. Jack kissed Holly, his tongue slipping into her mouth. “I thought I’d lost you,” he said a minute later. “I really did.”

  “Only if you push me away,” she replied. “Although I was bad, Daddy.”

  “Oh?”

  “I got myself lost and hurt and I should have stayed here until you came to find me.”

  “Yes, you should, but we can talk about the ground rules later. For now you get away without a spanking but next time I won’t be so lenient.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  His hands slid down her back, holding her close. “Anything on under that hospital gown?” he asked, reaching under it to cup her ass in his hands.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think we need to get you out of that and into bed as fast as possible. Doctor’s orders.”

  “Are you a doctor?”

  “For the next few hours, I am. You need treatment and I have the right thing for someone like you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Lots of kisses and lots of orgasms.”

  “You’re the doctor.” She smiled as he lifted the gown from her shoulders. Kissing her bruises gently, he slid his hands over her body, taking his time, bringing her nipples slowly to life.

  She groaned as he tugged lightly at them.

  “I can’t believe I almost lost you,” he said, looking up at her. “No more wandering off, okay?”

  “No, Daddy,” she said. “Promise.”

  He smiled. “Close your eyes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  She did as he asked. He crossed the room to his bedside drawer, sliding it open before gathering up what he needed.

  “Keep still,” he said, walking back over to her. “And keep your eyes closed.”

  13

  Holly

  * * *

  The first thing Holly felt was a feather on her skin. Something soft and gentle stroking its way over her body.

  It was the start of a world of pleasure that made her feel like a princess, worshipped by the man sitting beside her. He softly stroked his way around her nipples with the feather, brushing it down between her legs and then further until she was quivering with desire.

  She kept her eyes closed as nothing happened for a moment but then warm oil was dripped onto her. His hands began to massage it into her skin, easing the aches from her fall. As she sighed happily, he tweaked her nipples, making her cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  “Ow,” she said. “That hurt.”

  “Just checking you’re awake,” he replied, kissing her gently. “Roll onto your front.”

  She turned over and he applied more oil to her shoulders, massaging for what felt like hours, working his way gradually lower down her back. When he reached her ass he paused, moving away.

  She heard the rustling of clothing and then he was back, straddling her thighs, his cock slipping along the valley of her buttocks. The heat of it sent tingles through her that made her need for him grow uncontrollable.

  He thrust slightly in place, getting harder than ever as he continued to massage her skin.

  Shifting her hips, she wanted to push her legs apart but he held her in place until he was ready.

  Eventually, he slid the tip of himself between her legs but just as she was sure he would slide inside, he climbed off her, rolling her back over, kissing her neck, nuzzling her cheek, brushing his fingers over her rock hard nipples.

  She felt an aching in her clit, needing it to be touched but he continued to tease her, taking his time, sliding his hands over her stomach, her thighs, even her wrists, just not the one place she begged him to touch her.

  She spread her legs wide, thrusting upward, showing him how wet she was.

  “Does my little girl want something?” he asked at last.

  “Touch me, Daddy.”

  “Where should I touch you?”

  “Touch my pussy, please.”

  “Here?” he asked, spreading her lips wide apart with his fingers. “Is that right?”

  “Higher,” she said, letting out a moan as his tongue flicked upward and over her clit a single time.

  “There,” she said, rocking her hips in place, needing so much more. “Please, Daddy.”

  He slid a finger into her, his tongue moving over her clit in the same moment. She almost came at once, the sensation so intense after being teased for that long.

  He moved with expert rhythm, probing inside her, using his tongue to bring her to a powerful orgasm in a matter of minutes.

  When it hit, she lost control of her voice, speaking empty words, her mouth wide open, her limbs shaking, his tongue still in place but moving gentler.

  “Turn over,” he said while she was still recovering. “On all fours.”

  More oil was applied, this time to her buttocks. She guessed what was coming and she couldn’t wait. His hands slid down the valley of her ass, lubricating her private little hole.

  He dipped into the tightness, making her shudder with need. “Want me to take your ass?” he asked. “Want my cock to spread you wide like the slut you are? Want it in your ass?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please, put it in my ass. I need to know what it feels like.” She reached back, spreading her cheeks wide so he could see her most intimate area.

  He chuckled behind her. “Who’d have guessed you were so naughty?”

  His cock slapped her ass before sliding an inch into her pussy, stopping there. She growled with frustration, rocking back against him as he remained still.

  “Fuck me,” she snarled.

  He swatted her buttocks. “No cursing.”

  “Please,” she begged. “I need it deeper in me.”

  He slid further and in the same moment a finger slid into her ass. The sensation was like no other. She was completely filled, groaning into the blanket under her as he started to thrust in place.

  His co
ck drove all the way into her, stretching her insides as the finger in her ass slid slowly back and forth, making sure she was ready for what was to come.

  He slipped out of her pussy a minute later, adjusting her hips, moving the tip of him to her ass. “Take a breath,” he said. “Then let it out slowly.”

  As she exhaled, he pushed himself toward her ass. There was resistance so tight she thought he could never fit but then he was in.

  A moment’s lancing pain and then nothing but a wonderful sense of fullness. It was so dirty, so naughty, so wrong. Yet it was the most right thing she’d ever done.

  He started to rock slowly. Each motion took him deeper and faster until he was thrusting all the way into her ass. “I’m going to come,” he said. “You want it in there?”

  “Give it to me,” she replied, her hand on her clit, bringing herself closer to another climax.

  They struck in the same moment. She felt her pussy tensing up just as his cock jerked and the feeling of hot wetness spurting into her ass tipped her over the edge.

  She came around his cock, her clit sending tendrils of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breathing was ragged, her mind lost in pleasure.

  When she came back to herself, he was sliding from her, sinking onto the bed, taking her into his arms, kissing the top of her head where she’d cut it. “Never letting you get hurt again,” he said, stroking her side lightly.

  “Good to hear,” she replied, smiling up at him. “Except maybe if I’m bad?”

  “Spanking doesn’t count.”

  He held her tight. She was spent, sore, tired, and utterly, utterly, content. There was no one in the world but her and the Daddy she had wanted for all her life.

  He was right there, holding her, his seed still inside her. She couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, Daddy,” she said, her eyes half closed.

  He kissed her softly before replying. “I love you too.”

  Epilogue

  Jack