Valentine's Daddy To Go: A Holiday Bad Boy Romance (The To Go Series Book 6)

by S. C. Adams

  Nash merely kicks something with his foot and starts his bike. I jump at the sound, the chopper’s vibrations entering me through my thighs and moving through my entire body.

  Almost immediately, the bike jumps forward, and I tighten my grip, pressing my helmeted head into his back. I’m sure the hard plastic of the helmet edged into him isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but I do not want to switch positions and take a tumble. It takes absolutely everything inside of me not to start screaming. This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done, and it honestly feels like death is waiting around the corner, laughing at how dumb I’m being right now.

  Riding a motorcycle probably sounds like a rather mild activity to most people, but I’m like mayonnaise next to hot sauce. Boring and mild.

  “It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay,” I whisper a little mantra to myself. Nash seems more than capable with this bike. I’m sure I can trust him.

  I know we just met, but something about him feels safe.

  We jolt forwards and pull out onto the street before whizzing down the road. Thankfully, a red light makes Nash stop, and I pick up my head for the first time when we halt. Nash is looking straight ahead. His visor is down, so I can’t see his face.

  My heart pounds. I didn’t realize traveling like this would be so exhilarating. I’ve always been a car girl for many reasons, but there’s something different about traveling on a motorcycle. I’ve ridden regular bicycles before, but it’s not quite the same. The closest I’ve come to this is going down a steep hill on my bike, brakes totally off.

  Then, the light changes, and we start zooming through the streets again. I put my head back against Nash’s back, a little calmer this time around. I’m excited to find out what our destination is.

  I hadn’t even considered where he might be taking me. He has all the power right now and could bring me wherever he wants. The woods to ravish and then kill me, hiding my body so it’s never found again, for example. Or we could get so far outside of Fresno that it’s nearly impossible for me to get back.

  Why have I trusted this perfect stranger so soon? What has he done to earn my confidence?

  Fingers crossed this evening doesn’t end up totally tragic because I possibly made a major error in judgment.

  I’m sure tonight will turn out perfectly fine.

  Or possibly even better, if I’m lucky.

  2

  Nash

  I wonder if this is a good idea to be taking a random girl for a ride on my bike. Colt went off with her friend, and Nellie seemed a little uncomfortable hanging around the block party, so I started talking to her.

  Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from this party. Colt wanted to go, so basically, I just tagged along. At the very least I could find some floozy to make my night interesting.

  I’d been idly looking at the women around, but no one caught my eye. Everyone seemed to have fake and bake tans, complete with blonde hair so dry that it looked frazzled and frizzy. It seemed that the night was going to be a bust.

  But that’s when Nellie showed up. The second she was in my radius, I noticed her. She was dressed like a lot of the girls I usually find myself with, but something seemed different about her. It wasn’t too hard to see that this wasn’t a typical night for her.

  And now, we’re zipping through the streets of Fresno. We’ve been riding for a short amount of time, and I haven’t decided on where I should take her. When we first got on this bike, I hadn’t thought about where we were going. Maybe we’d just cruise for a bit. But now, I’ve felt her plush little body close to me and a plan has entered my mind. The feel of those soft curves against my back has my tool hard and standing at attention already.

  Plus, the path we’re already on is taking us towards my house, so that’s where we may as well go.

  Looks like my night is going to turn out well

  I drive over to my place and shut off my bike. I push the kickstand down and get myself off the seat. Nellie seems to be having trouble getting herself off. It’s really amusing watching her struggle so much, and I don’t think she knows a damn thing about bikes. She did say it was her first time ever getting on one.

  I help her off, basically just lifting her body up off my motorcycle. Even with the small opening in the helmet, I can see she’s a little sheepish about me helping her out so much.

  It’s cute.

  I undo the snap on her helmet and pull it off her head.

  “Thanks,” she breathes. She seems a little flustered, but there’s no mental breakdown or fear of God, so I think the bike ride went well.

  “Did you like the ride?”

  “Yeah, it was fun,” she murmurs. “You’re good at… that,” she waves her hands towards my bike. I chuckle deeply. I wonder if being flustered is her natural state.

  “Thanks,” I smile, “let’s go inside.”

  I start going up the walkway, but notice Nellie isn’t walking behind me. I turn around and see her staring up at my house.

  “Is everything okay?” Her eyes snap to me, and she looks like a child caught with their hand in cookie jar.

  “Sorry, I was just,” she trails off, her eyes wandering over the mansion with her lips slightly parted. I admit it’s quite lavish. There’s a lot of lawn space because I like having no one around me when I want no one around me, and the house itself is three stories with huge white columns in the front and a mansard roof. I can see how it’s overwhelming.

  But I hope she’s not so much in awe that she wants to stay in that one spot.

  “Do you want to go inside?” I ask again.

  Nellie looks back at me and nods.

  “Sure, but um, is this your place?” She’s gone so quiet that I internally cringe because honestly, it’s not the first time someone’s become weirded out when they see I live in a mansion. They either get antsy, or they get greedy like they’ve just realized that I’m a gold mine. Wealth seems to always change the way people look at me.

  I guess I could just lie.

  “No,” I shrug. “It’s my boss’s place. He’s out of town, and I’m housesitting while he’s gone.”

  “Oh,” her tone lightens. “That must be nice, living somewhere so beautiful even if it’s only temporary.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” I shrug again. “It’s just a house. I don’t really think too much about it.”

  “Oh, yeah, of course,” Nellie says with a smile. I can hear that the earlier anxiety in her voice has melted. Maybe it was a good idea to not reveal to much about myself. I like this Nellie girl, but most women get all weird about money, especially when you have a lot of it.

  It’s probably best not to let her know that I’m rolling in dough, at least for now.

  I unlock the door and let us both in. Nellie comes in behind me, and I can hear her gasp. She walks past me to check out all the furnishings and artwork, which are legitimately stunning.

  “Wow, this place is amazing. Your boss has nice taste.”

  She’s looking up at a painting on the wall. I hired an interior decorator to put this all together when I first moved in and gave the firm some general ideas, but frankly, I wasn’t much of a force in getting this place looking so nice. They deserve the credit, not me.

  But I like that Nellie likes it so much. It makes me feel proud even though my involvement was the bare minimum.

  “I’ll let him know you approve,” I rumble. She looks back over at me and smiles. I was looking at her the whole time I was at the party, but seeing her so close, standing there by herself, hits me like a thud to the chest. Nellie’s so beautiful, and the overhead lighting is creating a halo around her head making her look like an angel.

  I realize I’m staring, and not saying anything like some kind of creeper.

  “Do you want to get in the hot tub?” I ask, clearing my throat. Oh shit, talk about being a creeper. Who offers the hot tub first thing to a guest? I need to stop being so weird. She’s just another girl. I need to calm down
.

  Nellie’s eyes go wide, and she blushes, the red taking over her entire face in a cute way.

  “Um, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, I, um,” the volume of her voice keeps dipping in and out. I don’t think she’s going to say what she wants to say.

  “Come on, I’ll show you,” I motion with my head. I start walking, not waiting to see if she’s behind me. I make my way to the kitchen, and she’s there with me.

  I get us each a glass and pull out some top dollar liquor. It’s my favorite whiskey, something I usually drink on my own. But Nellie looks like she could use some liquid courage.

  “Have a drink,” I tell her, pushing the glass her way. Nellie picks it up, eyeing the amber liquid with apprehension. Slowly, she brings the glass to her lips, tipping it up. I watch as the liquid passes her lips and goes down her throat. She makes a face when it reaches her tongue, but she swallows all of it. The entire glass.

  “Whew,” she sighs, putting her glass back down on the counter. I sip mine, watching as she looks around the kitchen. “Have you ever cooked in here?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, I’m not much of a cook.”

  She looks surprised.

  “If I lived here, I’d be in here all the time. I live in the tiniest apartment, and my kitchen is barely there. I’m sure you’d love my cooking.” Sounds like the whiskey helped to make her a little more comfortable. She’s definitely more talkative.

  “Oh yeah? What would you cook for me?”

  She smiles.

  “Oh, I don’t know. There’s chicken and beef and all kinds of soups.”

  “All kinds of soups?”

  Nellie laughs, holding onto the counter. I’m not sure when the last time someone laughed that heartily in my house was. The only people who ever visit are the women I sleep with, and that’s usually just screams of pleasure sometimes followed by a slap when they find out I’d rather they leave than spend the night.

  “Sorry, that wasn’t that funny,” Nellie apologizes as her giggles subside. “I think it was just the way you said soups.”

  “Don’t apologize.” Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. We stare at one another for a couple of seconds before her eyes cut away.

  “I can show you the hot tub now,” I offer.

  She blushes again.

  “Um, okay.”

  I pick up the drink I poured for myself and down it before leading Nellie over to the hot tub. It’s in my backyard close to the pool under a large covering.

  “See? The water’s warm. Hot even. You sure you don’t want to go for a dip? It feels really nice on a cold night.”

  Nellie bites her lip, wrapping her hand around her arm.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to go in, but I don’t have a swimsuit. What would I wear?”

  I grin.

  “That’s easy. You could wear nothing, sweetheart. Those are the rules of my hot tub. No clothes.” Nellie looks at me like I’ve got two heads and I hold up my hands in submission. “Okay, okay. That’s just a joke. You could wear your underwear,” I offer as a substitute. While I would prefer Nellie in the nude, I can understand we need to ease into this.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she mumbles.

  Clearly, she’s going to need some convincing. I go over and turn on the tub, giving it a little bit of time to heat up. Next, I take off my shirt and watch as Nellie’s eyes go straight to my abs, staring at them for a few seconds, her pulse picking up.

  “What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

  “I’m going to hop in, and if you want to join me, you can.” I pull my pants down, and she continues to follow my movements. She blushes at the sight of my bulge. I know women find my physique intimidating. I’ve been told enough times and have given enough orgasms to know that I’m packing quite a bit of heat.

  Nellie watches me as I slip into the tub. Even if she wasn’t here, I’d probably take a quick soak. It helps to ease my muscles after a long day. Spending all that time repairing bikes on the ground means I need to keep my body from getting too tight.

  I’m sure Nellie’s body could relieve some of the pressure inside of me.

  “How does the water feel?” Nellie asks timidly. She’s kneeling besides me on the stone tile by the tub. Her hand grips the edge, her fingers hanging over but not touching the water. I place my hand over hers, pulling it down so she can see for herself. I watch as her fingers break the surface of the bubbles.

  “What do you think?”

  She nods, pulling her hand away.

  “It’s nice.”

  “Then jump in.” I can see her considering it. Indecision crosses those pretty features, but then she stands up and pulls her skirt down. Next her top goes. She wraps her arms around her body to hide herself, but I can still see her lush curves. They’re bulging out from under her arms, and the vee between those fleshy thighs makes me harden with need. I want to run my tongue over every inch of her body. I want to grab her, pulling her on top of me, but she’s been a little skittish all night, and I don’t want to scare her away.

  Nellie slips in on the other side of the tub, submerging her body in the safety of the warm waters. My elbows rest on the tiles as I watch Nellie. She catches me staring, but I don’t look away.

  “Do you always look at people like that?”

  “Just the ones I like.”

  “Do you like a lot of people?”

  “Tonight, just you.” Which is weirdly enough the truth. I’m not always picky about who I bring home. Typically, it’s whoever I find attractive and wants to get in my bed, and that was my initial goal at the block party. But once I saw Nellie, everything just shifted. It had to be her. I knew no one else would satisfy me. It was like a compulsion, as if I couldn’t control it.

  Maybe if I get her out of my system, I’ll be able to go back to normal.

  “I’m sure you’re just saying that,” Nellie says shyly while dismissing my comment. I arch a dark brow.

  “Why don’t you believe me?”

  “Well, because, men never…” I don’t need to hear the end of her sentence to know where it’s going.

  “Come here, sweetheart.”

  She pauses for a moment before pushing herself off of the wall and wading towards me. I wait until she’s right in front of me, until we’re practically touching before I grab her wrist from under the water. Instinctively, she tries to pull it back, but her resistance stops as I pull it towards me. I bring her hand to my crotch, letting her feel my hard shaft. It’s so stiff right now that it’s almost painful.

  “Does this feel like I’m lying?”

  Her fingers gently explore my clothed tool, shyly massaging it while exploring the contours. I groan while Nellie slowly stimulates me, finding out just how truthful I’m being.

  “No, it doesn’t feel like you’re lying,” she murmurs, shaking her head. I let go of her wrist, and she pulls it back. She brings her fingers to her back and unclasps her bra. She pushes the straps off her shoulder, letting the lacy fabric fall into the water. Her eyes stay downturned until I put my knuckle under her chin bringing her eyes back up to me.

  Wrapping my arm around her back, I pull her body towards mine. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. Her body tenses up, and she grabs on to my shoulders.

  “Nash?”

  “Yeah?” I keep going, pinching the tight bud between my fingers. She twists a little on my lap, rubbing my tool beneath her thighs. She doesn’t continue talking, so I bring her tit into my mouth, lightly sucking on it. She gasps as my tongue circles her hardened nipple. Her nails dig into my back when I gently bite down with my teeth.

  This first taste of her is sweeter than honey, nourishing me more than I could have expected.

  I move to the other breast, giving it the same exact treatment. Once I’m done, I kiss up to her neck. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the wet strands.

  “Nash?”

>   “Mm-hm?”

  “Can I touch you?”

  Her voice shakes as she asks. I look at her, and her nerves are palpable. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not used to something like this. I pick my head up and look her directly in her eyes.

  “Why don’t you touch yourself, sweetheart? Don’t you think that would feel good?”

  She seems shocked, not knowing what to do, so I take one of her hands and bring it down between our bodies. I guide it into her panties and then let go, waiting to see what she’ll do next. She pushes her hand all the way in and moves it around, her eyes half closing. She writhes on top of me as she pleasures herself, soft and sweet moans escaping her parted lips.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Good. Really good,” she hums.

  “Keep going,” I command. Her hand movements quicken, and she starts to quiver. Her mouth opens with no sound, and then suddenly, her back straightens as her thighs clench. I witness a beautiful orgasm. Nellie’s mouth is slightly open as hot tremors run through her frame. She jerks a bit, and then lets out a breathy moan. My erection strains against my boxers, wanting to be inside of her this instant.

  Knowing she’s gotten her first release of the night, I move myself back a little bit, so I can take my needy shaft out. I push Nellie’s panties aside, hooking the drenched fabric over one big cheek. Then I reach down and pull her lips apart, before nudging those drenched folds with my tip.

  “Are you ready?” I ask.

  She doesn’t have time to nod before I ease myself into her, burying myself deep in that hot, wet hole.

  “Oh my god!” she cries out. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I continue to pound into her sweet little pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. Her walls massage my cock as she bounces up and down on it.