All Chapters of Big Daddy Wants Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

There might be two other people in the room, but in this moment, there's no one else on the planet but Cain and me. And I need him so bad, I'm gasping into the kiss he gives me, his hands delving into my panties to manhandle my bottom. It's unrestrained, this kiss. Cain fingers my back entrance while sucking my tongue into his mouth and I can't get enough. Can't get enough. When Cain tugs away and lays a finger across my lips, tipping his head toward the couch, I turn and find both men have dozed off."You want to play, you need to stay quiet."I nod, prepared to agree to anything, as long as Cain keeps touching and kissing me. No, not just touching and kissing. I want it all. I want that final act that's going to make me feel complete. That's going to mark me as Cain's forever.I trail my fingers down his stomach and circle his length, sticking out my bottom lip. "Does this big part of you hurt, Daddy?"His close-mouthed groan sounds like surrender. "Hurts like a motherfucker.""But.

My dick grows swollen behind my fly. Somewhere deep down, I expected her to find me an ugly bastard below the neck. I've got anchors and treasure maps and ship masts inked all over me, but half of them aren't visible, thanks to the pelt of black hair on my arms and chest. She actually likes this? More than she likes the look of those two kids her own age? I shake myself. "Stop trying to distract me, Ursula. You're in trouble.""I know.""They were fittin' to carry you off somewhere, goddammit."Her lower lips starts to wobble. "You have a cut under your eye." She takes me by the hand and tugs until I follow her out of the water, my anger turning black at seeing how little of her ass is covered by the bikini bottoms. When we reach the shore, she goes down to her knees in the spot she left her backpack. She unzips the front pocket and pulls out a box of Band-Aids. I throw a glance across the lake to make sure the young men are long gone, and when I return my attention to Ursula, I notic

I'm walking through the parking lot toward the eye doctor, my hand held protectively inside Cain's much bigger one. Yes. We're walking. But I feel like I'm floating ten thousand feet in the air, twirling through the clouds. I'm so content, I don't know what to do with myself. A bunch of songs are crammed in my head—all of them extremely cheesy and involving wedding chapels. Who cares, though?Cain doesn't think I'm a weirdo like everyone else. I've been living with confusing fantasies in my head since puberty. They never involved my own father—ever—just a faceless authority figure. A man who would discipline me and love me unconditionally at the same time. He's not faceless anymore. It's Cain who gives me that. My fantasies are no longer these moving images I have to lock away. They're shared. I get to act them out.Speaking of acting them out...I'm not sure I want to save our games just for when we touch. I'm not sure I can. Having Cain hold my hand to bring me to a doctor's appointm

I can't believe I hurt her. Who could hurt such a sweet girl?Holding hands was one of my favorite parts.A roar leaves my throat and I stub out the cigar, resuming my pacing on the back porch of the cabin. Holding her hand and leading her into that stupid eye doctor was one of my favorite parts, too. Standing guard while she was examined, handing over my credit card afterward. All of it. Every second. I'm her Daddy and I make everything better for her. It's a privilege.You blacken everything.Maybe it's true. Even though she makes me feel the opposite. No matter how I dice it, though, the way those motherfuckers were looking at my girl sideways was all because she was with me.I rear back and throw a punch at the rail, disconnecting it from the deck floor, leaving it teetering on the edge. Growing up, when my parents took me out in public, everyone looked at me the same way they were looking at Ursula today. Like a single decision made before I was born was somehow my fault. Men and

There's a god-awful sickness in my gut as I slow the truck to take another turn, just in case Ursula is on the other side. To get this far so fast, she would have to be flying down the goddamn mountain at breakneck pace. I'm sweating through my shirt, praying under my breath for a miracle. She wouldn't even be on this damn mountain if it wasn't for me. If she's hurt, if I'm going to go stark raving mad. At her. At life. At anyone in the vicinity.I can't even consider something worse happening. Please. Please, dammit. Don't take her away from me when I just found her. Yes, what we have might be forbidden to some. I'm her step-uncle and a good damn deal older. But there's never been a bond more undeniable. It's one that people won't understand, but it's ours. She's wiggled her way into my soul and she's not budging until my maker takes me.How could I have said those shitty things to her? She looked ready to burst into tears and I just walked away, hoping she would understand. I should