Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Ripley

I wasn’t completely sure when I’d lost my mind, but it was somewhere between the petting zoo and our suite. I’d had so much fun with Wren and Reese, but as I’d made my way back all by myself I was left with my own thoughts, and that was proving to not be a good thing for me. Which was weird, because I was alone a lot on the road. When Cade drove I would hang out in the back and just watch the scenery go by, or get lost in a book, or anything, really. I went for walks and rides on my own, too.

This damn Ranch was turning me upside down and inside out, and I was helpless to fight against it. Not that I was sure I wanted to fight it, but I was questioning my sanity as I got my ass completely roasted by the man who had somehow snuck into my heart so fully and completely that I didn’t know how to process it.

I’d pushed all of his buttons and he’d finally risen to the occasion, and while I was agreeing with the phrase “Be careful what you wish for” and sobbing into his neck, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years.

Peace.

I needed to belong to this man more than I needed my next breath. And my initial worries about it being somehow unfaithful to Randy for Cade and I to end up together faded completely. Randy would want us to be happy, and he would be fucking giddy if he could see the two of us together.

Gripping Cade’s shirt tighter, I tried to get closer to him in some way. To relay everything I was thinking and feeling through some kind of osmosis or something. It seemed to work as he pulled me in tighter. But it wasn’t enough. Looking up at him through my tears, I forced out the three words I hoped he would understand.

“I need you.”

He stared down at me as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, obviously trying to figure out exactly what I was asking of him.

“I need you, too, Rip, but you have to know that once I claim you, there is no going back. You’ll be mine. Body, mind, and soul. Forever. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Cade. Please.”

Scooping me into his arms, he cradled me against his chest as he carried me into his bedroom and straight to his bed.

The soft bedding chafed against my sore ass as I scooted backward to make room for Cade to climb on top of me. And he instantly did. Covering my body with his, he took my mouth in a searing kiss. He tasted sweeter than I’d ever imagined, and I knew I would want him to kiss me like this every day for the rest of my life.

His weight on me was incredibly sweet, and only deepened that sense of being his, making my heart soar.

His .

I pulled my mouth from his for a moment. “It’s been so, so long since I belonged to someone,” I murmured.

“Too long, baby. But I swear you’re mine now. And I intend to take very good care of you. This is me, Rip. You know I mean what I say.”

“I know you do.”

I smiled up at him before he lowered his head to kiss me again, his tongue slipping between my lips. It was sensual and demanding all at the same time, and my body was hot all over, my skin aching to be naked, my most private parts needing his touch.

I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscle there. “I need you,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”

He propped himself up on his arms to stare down at me, his eyes burning into me. “Babygirl, I’ve wanted you for so damn long. This may go faster than I want it to, but later we’ll do it again, and again, and I promise to take my time with you.”

“Just… Just touch me, Cade.”

He sat back on his knees and undressed me so quickly I barely had time to think about it. My jeans, my top, my bra, then my panties all tossed to the floor. He even took my boots and my socks off. Then he undressed himself.

I’d never seen him totally naked, and boy, I was not prepared for what the sight of all that gorgeous, naked male skin did to me. His cock was just big enough–or maybe a little too big, given that it had been a long time for me. But it made my mouth water. It made my pussy swell with need.

I wanted to reach out and touch it, but when I put one hand out, he grabbed it and held it down at my side, reminding me that he was in charge.

“You lay back like a good girl and let me take care of you.”

All I could do was sigh happily. And as he bent to take my breasts in his big hands, I felt happier, more complete, than I had in years.

He weighed them, squeezing just a little, then he leaned down and licked one nipple.

“Oh!”

“You like that, baby?” he asked.

I knew I didn’t need to answer. He did it again, then again, and my nipple was so hard, pleasure searing my skin, driving deep inside me. When he took it into his mouth to suck, I almost came up off the bed, my hips arching.

“Ahhhhhh…”

He began to suckle in earnest, and I was burning hot all over. Burning and liquid at the same time. I didn’t think I’d ever been this wet, this ready.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he moved to the other side, drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard enough to hurt. But I liked it. Needed it. And he still held my wrist at my side. Owning me. Sucking until I thought I might even come, just from that.

“I can’t wait,” I panted.

He lifted his head, his gaze locked on mine as he said, “You’ll do what I tell you to, won’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question.

“I… Yes, Sir,” I said with a whimper.

He moved down my body, pausing to brush his free hand over my skin, to leave a trail of burning kisses down my tummy, and the ache between my thighs grew stronger, more insistent.

“I am gonna die if you don’t let me come soon.”

He only let out a low chuckle in answer. I would have groaned in frustration, but he had promised to take care of me. And if there was anyone in the world I trusted, it was him.

“Spread your pretty thighs,” he demanded, and I did.

He pressed soft kisses to my lower belly, then moved down to kiss my thighs, and I had to squirm. I couldn’t help it.

“I am gonna lick you up,” he said before he stroked a fingertip over my clit, and again, my hips arched off the bed as pleasure swept through me.

“Oh my god!”

“Hold still like a good girl,” he said.

I tried. I really did. But when he used his fingers to part my folds and started exploring with his wet, hot tongue, it was impossible. I was getting wetter and wetter, needing him more and more. When he pressed two fingers inside me, I moaned, and I couldn’t help but squeeze his fingers.

“You like that, baby?” he asked. “You like me being inside you?”

But I couldn’t answer. My whole body filled up with sensation. With needing him. And he slid his fingers in further, then out again, in and out as he licked my hard clit.

My head emptied. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t think at all. All I knew was his mouth on me, doing the most incredible dance on my clit while his fingers slipped in and out of my body.

“I am gonna make you come, baby. Come for me,” he ordered right before he sucked my clit into his mouth.

And like the good girl I rarely was, I came, so hard I was shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept thrusting his fingers inside me, and in moments the pressure built again, and I was coming into his mouth, so darn hard it was as emotional as it was physical, and I started to cry.

He immediately moved back up my body and wrapped his arms around me.

“You okay? What’s going on?”

“I just… It just felt so good. I feel so taken care of. And it’s been so long,” I said in between sniffles.

“Aw, baby. You deserve to be cared for, in every way. And I intend to do exactly that. Now, are you ready to take my cock?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

He reached to the nightstand next to the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. He slipped it onto his hard shaft, and in moments he was poised over me again.

He held himself up on his arms, using a hand to part my folds, then the head of his hard-as-a-rock cock was at my entrance.

“Spread a little more for me, Rip.”

I did, pulling my knees up to his sides.

“Good girl,” he told me, causing chills to run up my spine.

Then he pressed inside me, slowly, slowly, until he was finally fully seated.

“God, you feel good,” he said, his voice low and throaty.

He began to move, a slow, sensual rhythm, and my hips rose to meet his. With every thrust pleasure drove deeper inside me. I’d never come like this before, but soon I was hovering at the edge, trying not to fall over, waiting for him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he took charge once more, taking both my wrists and pinning them over my head. He held himself up, staring into my eyes before he grabbed me and rolled us both over, so that I was on top of him.

“Ride me, baby,” he told me.

I began to move, my hips meeting his thrusts, his hands on my waist, lifting me up and down on his big cock. I swear it felt almost like we were one person as his arms started to shake, his hips moving faster, and as he let out a low growl, I came. With him.

“Ohhhhhhh!” I yelled as I shattered.

“Yes, babygirl!”

It was so intense, so overpowering, my head spun.

We were both shivering when I collapsed on top of him, and I started to laugh for some reason. I tried to stop—I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him. But he chuckled with me as he wrapped me up in his arms.

“Wow, babygirl.”

“I agree,” I said with one more giggle.

Laying on top of my cowboy, both of us completely spent, I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, folding his hands behind his head and smiling back.

“Nothing, I’m just…. I can’t believe how long it took you to pull your head outta your ass.” I giggled again.

“Watch it,” he growled. “I was trying to be respectful of you, and of Randy. I was nervous and afraid. Afraid that if I made the wrong move at the wrong time, I would lose you forever.”

I sat with that thought for a minute, and while I knew Cade could never really lose me, I understood the fear and doubt because I’d felt the same way.

“Still,” I teased, “you should have gotten the picture a lot quicker than you did.”

“You need your ass beat some more? Because that’s what it seems like to me.”

“You beat my ass? When? I don’t recall any ass beating,” I sassed. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t really want another spanking at the moment, but… well maybe I did. I didn’t really know. I just wanted to hold on to that peaceful feeling and never let it go. Ever.

Cade pulled his hands from behind his head and wrapped his arms around me, trapping me against his chest. He snaked one hand down to my still very sore ass and pinched me, hard.

“Ow!” I yelled, trying to wiggle away, but he had me pretty well pinned.

“Keep it up and I’ll do more than use my hand. See how sassy you still are after a round with my paddle. Or better yet, my belt.”

I shuddered against him, simultaneously loving and hating the idea of him following through on that threat.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, brat?”

I didn’t bother lying. “Maybe.”

“Mmhmm. So how are you feeling about everything? Any regrets?” he asked cautiously.

“Not yet?” I answered more like a question. “I mean, I don’t anticipate that changing, but it’s kinda hard to know so soon.”

“That’s fair. It has to mean something that there’s no instant regret, though.”

“Do you have regrets?” My stomach rolled as I asked. If he said yes, I didn’t know what I would do.

“I do.” He paused.

My entire body tensed and I felt like I was going to be sick.

“I regret that it took me so long to get my head outta my ass.” He threw my words back at me as his mouth spread into a huge, shit-eating grin.

Rolling my eyes I lifted off of him. “You scared me, you big jerk.”

He chuckled. “You’ll survive.”

“I might not! You don’t know!” I flopped on my back and crossed my arms over my still-naked chest. It was amazing just how easy and comfortable everything felt.

“I do know.” He rolled onto his side and looked down at me. “It’s late, and we should get to bed, but I feel like we have too much to talk about.”

“Can we talk in the morning and just go to sleep with all the good feel-good vibes?” I knew we needed to have a serious conversation, but it could wait until the morning when I had coffee and a whole day to process said talk. “If we do it now, I won’t be able to sleep after, and I’m tired.” I yawned, adding a layer of proof to my argument.

“Okay, but neither one of us is leaving this room tomorrow until we do. Understand me?”

I nodded and we both sat in silence for a minute, neither of us moving.

“Do you want to sleep in here?” Cade asked.

“Do you mind if I sleep in here?”

“Not one bit, but I will warn you, I cuddle.”

The idea that big, strong, manly-man Cade was a cuddler made me giggle, but it wasn’t surprising. He was very generous with his physical affection, even if it had been fully platonic before that night.

I issued a warning of my own. “I kick. Randy used to basically pin my legs between his some nights, and he always had bruises on his shins.”

Bringing Randy’s name up and one of my intimate memories of him in that moment should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was just a random fact I was sharing. I glanced over at Cade to see if he felt the same. He was laying on his back, smiling up at the ceiling.

“Is that why his legs always looked like he went rounds with a kickboxer?”

I nodded. “That’d be why.”

Cade chuckled. “I always thought he was joking when he would tell me you did it. Guess I was wrong.”

I joined his laughter with my own. I could totally see how that conversation would have played out, and it was pretty funny that Cade had thought he was joking.

“Why didn’t you believe him? I’m fierce!”

“Mmhmm. So fierce. Now it's bedtime. Come here so I can hold you.”

I scooted into his arms, instantly feeling safe and secure. God, it had been so long since I fell asleep with those feelings. If I thought the sleep I’d gotten the night before had been incredible, tonight would be absolutely magical.