He's My Daddy Now

Chapter 3

*Emmy*

I wake to an empty bed and a full bladder. Pulling a sheet around me, I cross the room to the bathroom I found last night, surprised to see how large it is now that there’s sunlight coming through the window. The home is like a log cabin, but it’s huge and nice. How could Ava have been so mean all the time living in this?

I find Jim’s shirt on the floor and pull it on, buttoning it up most of the way before I go downstairs, following the smell of sausage. I find him in the kitchen cooking breakfast. There’s a mug of coffee in his hands, and he’s leaning against the counter in a way that is more sexy than it should be.

I hadn’t intended to abandon myself here, but I’d had a little too much to drink at the bar, and I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to f**k Ava’s dad. Guilt creeps in a bit because he actually seems nice, which I never expected because of how horrible she is.

“Good morning,” he says when he notices me. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“You made me breakfast?” I ask. No one has ever done that for me.

“Of course,” he says with a smile. “You in a rush?” he asks, and I shake my head as he hands me a mug of coffee and pushes a carton of milk toward me. “Good. I’ve got to get a few things going, and then I’ll take you to your car. You can eat, shower, go back to sleep… whatever you’d like.”

I furrow my brow as I sit at the island and sip the coffee. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be in the way.”

“You’re not in the way, Darlin,” he says, the pet name causing me to blush furiously. “I like you being here, really.”

I look down at the mug, letting my hair fall in an attempt to hide my burning cheeks. I never expected him to be this nice. I didn’t think I’d enjoy being around him. He pushes a plate across the counter and stands across from me, eating his own food.

“I’m not a great cook, but it’s edible,” he says and takes a bite of his eggs.

“It’s really good, Jim,” I say with a small smile. “Thank you. No one has ever made me breakfast before.”

He pauses and looks me up and down. “Ever?”

I shake my head. “No. It’s… nice.”

He smiles slightly and places his mug and plate in the sink before he walks around the counter and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Relax. Do whatever. The house is yours.”

“Thank you,” I say softly as I watch him exit the room, his jeans stretching across his thighs in a way that’s inappropriate for a man his age. Still, I can’t look away until he closes the door behind him.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my hands in my head. What have I done? He’s so unlike Ava. He’s nice and warm, and f**k is he good in bed. This was supposed to be a quick one-night stand and get out, but instead, it was the best s*x of my life, and I spent the night sleeping in his arms.

I stand and place my dishes in the sink but decide to clean up from breakfast for him. Once done, I pour another cup of coffee and go back upstairs, straight to the giant bathtub in the corner window I had spotted earlier. I fill the tub and sink into the warmth, turning the jets on.

It is absolutely stunning outside. The ranch looked beautiful last night under the stars, but now I can see everything, and it’s breathtaking. There’s land as far as I can see with snowcapped mountains in the distance. There are no roads out this window and no human in sight, only some cattle off in the distance and an old barn. It’s peaceful and slow here, and I didn’t realize just how much I needed this.

I sigh, letting the water warm me. This isn’t what I expected at all. After my Father broke the news that he was f*****g Ava, I left in tears. I was crying so hard I had to pull over, and when I did, I decided I would f**k Ava’s father for revenge. Ava had posted a photo of them in a bar together, so I sat at that bar every night this week, hoping he would come in.

He wasn’t what I expected at all. He’s younger, significantly younger than my dad, and he’s definitely taken care of his body. Still, I hadn’t intended to end up at his house without my car, and I certainly didn’t expect him to be so deliciously good in bed. He’ll take me to my car later, and I won’t ever see him again.

The water begins to cool, so I let some out and add more hot water. And I do it again and again. I’m aware I should get out, but I don’t want to. It feels so good to just relax and empty my mind for a change, but I’m startled when I hear the bedroom door open, and then the bathroom.

Jim leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest as he smiles. “You look good in there, Darlin,” he tells me.

“Uhh… thanks?” I say awkwardly as I begin to sit up.

“Don’t get out because of me. I’ve cleared my day. Take your time.”

I sink a little lower into the water, nervous under his gaze. I don’t know why, and I feel ridiculous after last night.

He tilts his head. “Are you trying to hide from me, Darlin? Because I saw every beautiful inch of you last night, and you are perfection.”

“Turn around,” I demand, and he obeys, but he’s hesitant.

I climb out quickly and wrap a towel around myself before releasing the water from the tub. Jim glances over his shoulder at me, then turns dramatically.

“Won’t even let me get a peek?” he laughs, walking over to me and causing those jeans to stretch. It’s as sexy from the front as it was from the back.

“No,” I say, eyes wide in shock. “It’s light now.”

He chuckles under his breath, gently placing his hands on my hips. “Don’t worry, Darlin. I didn’t miss a damn thing.”

I swallow hard and slip past him, rushing to the bedroom and pulling my sundress back on. I sit on the side of the bed to buckle my sandals back on.

“You’re real shy for a girl with no underwear under that dress.”

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We ride back to the bar in silence, though he reaches across and places his hand on my thigh. It’s warm and comforting, but it’s wrong. Still, I enjoy his touch and place my hand timidly on his as I glance over and see his jeans stretching across his thighs again.

Last night, I was so nervous that the ride seemed to take forever, and while it IS a bit away, it’s not nearly as far. The ride comes to an end before I want it to.

“The BMW?” he asks, and I nod as he pulls behind the building, parking beside my car. I reach for the handle, but he squeezes my leg. “Don’t you open that door?”

“Yes, sir,” I respond, unsure what I’ve done, but his voice left no thought of disobeying. It was serious and stern. He jumps out his door and quickly jogs over, opening my door for me.

“Never open a door in my presence,” he says, his voice still stern and authoritative. It’s hot and makes me squirm, pressing my legs together in hopes of some kind of relief. “I don’t want to ever see those delicate fingers on any handle.”

He notices. Of course, he does. This man doesn’t miss anything. He smirks, placing his arm on the top of the door, caging me in.

“You ready to leave?” he asks.

I shake my head silently, not trusting my voice. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but something about this guy—no, this man—is making me lose all sense. This isn’t just a quick f**k anymore. I want more, and that’s terrifying to think.

He leans in, running his tongue along my collarbone before biting down gently. “You gonna tell me what you want, or you going to make me guess?”

“I think you already know.”

He smiles against my neck, his lips moving expertly up it. f**k. “Someone might see.”

“Is that a problem for you?” I ask though it comes out as more of a challenge.

“Not at all,” he laughs. “Lucky for me, you didn’t leave any barriers.”

He grabs my legs and turns me toward him, my legs hanging off the side of the seat as he moves to stand between them. He runs his fingers up my legs, circling my clit once… twice… three times before swiping his fingers over my entrance.

He hisses, placing his other hand on my lower back, and pulls me to him. “How are you already so wet?”

I giggle slightly, glancing down at his strong thighs. Thighs that are muscular from years of hard work on his ranch. Thighs that have been developing these perfect muscles for longer than I’ve been alive.

“Really?” he asks, following my eyes. “That’s what did it for ya?

“Yes,” I say softly.

He holds me against him as he sinks a finger inside me, rubbing his palm against my clit. “I’ll have to take you on a ride and let you sit between them. Maybe we’ll f**k out in one of the fields. Think you’d like that?”

His movements are exact and precise. He knows what to do, and he doesn’t second guess himself. He’s not once asked me if something was alright, instead listening to me to know if it is. No. He’s sure of himself, and he knows how to tell if I’m enjoying what he’s doing. Like right now, as he slides a second finger in, and I throw my head back and gasp. I should tell him no. I should tell him I can’t see him again.

“I’d like that, Daddy,” I gasp out.

He pauses for a second, but only a second, and continues his movements, biting gently on my neck. “Didn’t think I’d be into that.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“You calling me Daddy,” he says.

I’ve been with guys my age before who wanted me to, so I hadn’t really thought anything of it. I thought it was a perfectly normal thing, but it would seem not.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp as his finger strokes that place inside me that he introduced me to last night. That place that no one else has ever taken the time to discover but took him only a moment to find.

“No,” he says as he continues, and I begin to tighten around him. “You can say that whenever you want, Darlin.”

I lay back on the seat as little moans escape and my hands fist into my dress, trying to find some kind of relief from the tension building inside me. I yank at the V of my dress, tugging it to free one of my breasts as I pinch my n****e, tightening around him to a level that I think may be the death of me when it finally releases, a wave of pleasure and relief pulsing around him. He doesn’t move, no. He stays right there until every single aftershock of my orgasm passes before he removes his hand and licks his finger.

He flips me over and helps me stand, pushing my front into the seat. My toes barely reach the ground as he pushes my dress up and playfully swats my ass. “I want you to tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it again.”

Say it again? Huh? Oh…. “I want you to f**k me, Daddy.”

I don’t hear him make a single sound, but I certainly feel him as he enters me. It’s not careful and gentle like last night. No, it’s rough, but still caring, even as his hand connects with my ass cheek again.

And f**k, does it feel good when it does. I moan and clench around him, already sensitive from his previous work.

“You like that? You’ll tell me if I’m hurtin ya?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan out.

“f**k. You’re gonna be the death of me, Darlin.”