Trucker Daddy (Call Me Daddy)

4. Garrett

CHAPTER 4

Garrett

I wake with Sienna in my arms, smelling of sex and the sweet scent of vanilla that always surrounds her. I’m immediately hard, seeing her beautiful face and her kiss-swollen lips, and I lick my own, hoping to catch a lingering taste of her. Christ, she was so sweet.

As quietly as I can, I slide into the driver’s seat. She stirs when the engine starts, but settles when I shush her.

There’s a little breakfast joint two hours away, and it’s fully daylight when I pull in. I gently shake Sienna awake and tell her to get dressed. She blushes, realizing that she’s still stark naked, but I have to adjust my erection when the blanket slides down so I can see almost all of her bare skin again.

“Go ahead and get us some seats,” I grit out, trying to sound casual. “I’ll be right in.”

I think about everything unsexy—sports, truck maintenance, rest stop bathrooms—until I’m finally not hard and follow her inside. I don’t like leaving her alone, but it was either that or let everyone get an eyeful.

But what I see when I enter makes me curse ever letting her out of my sight.

There she is, sitting in a corner booth with her back pressed against the wall like she’s trying to shrink away. Across from her, two greasy-looking men are in the seats, leaning over the table, harassing her.

Red creeps in at the corner of my vision. Oh hell fucking no. I cross the diner in three long strides, the wood floor creaking under my boots.

“Hey,” I bark. “I’ll give you five seconds to get the fuck away from her. Move.”

The bigger of the two looks up, a smirk on his face like he thinks this is funny. He doesn’t get the chance to say a word before I grab the front of his grimy shirt and haul him out of the booth.

“Garrett!” Sienna’s gasps.

The guy stumbles back, his buddy scrambling to stand. “What the hell’s your problem, man?”

“My problem is you sitting where you don’t belong,” I growl, stepping forward. The second guy raises his hands, muttering something about not wanting trouble, but it’s too late for that.

The first one takes a swing. Big mistake.

I duck and counter with a punch to his gut, doubling him over. His friend doesn’t even bother trying to help, already backing away. The whole thing is over in seconds, the guy wheezing on the floor while I stand over him, fists clenched and ready for more.

The diner’s gone silent, all eyes on us. I ignore them, turning back to Sienna. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide as she stares at me.

“You okay, princess?”

She nods, her lips parting like she wants to say something, but the words don’t come. I hold a hand to help her up, and she takes it. We step over the fallen man, heading back to the truck, breakfast long forgotten.

She scrambles into the passenger seat, her breathing fast. My rage is fading, and now I can see she’s scared. Whether it’s over what happened before I arrived or what I did, I’m not sure.

Shit. I’ve frightened her.

Looking at Sienna’s beautiful face, I’m reminded all over again how unfamiliar this world of mine is to her. I need to remember that she’s delicate, or I’m going to push her away. Maybe…maybe the answer for tonight is to treat her to the finer things like she’s used to.

“Sienna,” I say, getting her attention. “Tonight, we’re doing something different.”

Her brows furrow in confusion, but she doesn’t argue. “Oh?”

“No diners. No truck. I’m taking you shopping and then to a real restaurant. And we’re getting a proper hotel room.”

Her lips part in surprise, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “Garrett, you don’t have to?—”

“I want to.”

The restaurant is a stark contrast to the greasy diners we’ve been frequenting, and now I’m the one who feels out of place. The hostess gives us an appraising look when we walk in—me in my jeans and boots, Sienna in the new dress she bought just an hour ago—but she doesn’t say anything, leading us to a cozy corner table near the window.

The smell of garlic and fresh-baked bread is mouthwatering, and Sienna’s eyes light up as she glances at the menu.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she admits, biting her lip, making my thoughts go to all sorts of inappropriate places.

“Get whatever you want.”

She looks up at me, her cheeks flushing. “Why does it sound like you aren’t just talking about the menu?”

I grin. “I guess we’ll never know.”

She rolls her eyes but smiles, eventually deciding on a plate of Chicken Alfredo. I go for the lasagna, and when the server brings out a basket of warm breadsticks, Sienna’s quiet hum of delight nearly undoes me.

As we eat, the conversation flows easily. She tells me about growing up in New Orleans, about the private schools and debutante balls. I share stories from the road—funny mishaps at truck stops, the time I accidentally locked myself out of my rig in the middle of a blizzard.

“Wait, you climbed through the window to get back in?” she asks, laughing so hard she nearly spills her water.

“Had to,” I say with a shrug. “Wasn’t about to freeze my ass off waiting for roadside assistance.”

She shakes her head, her laughter tapering into a warm, lingering smile. “I like this side of you,” she says softly.

“Yeah? What side is that?”

She hesitates, her cheeks turning pink. “The side that’s… normal. Relatable.”

“Relatable…”

“You know what I mean.” Sienna waves her hand in the air dismissively.

I don’t press her, but she blushes, her expression warm and affectionate. It’s more satisfying than any sort of meal could ever be.

The hotel is the nicest place I’ve stayed in years. Decorated in polished wood and antique brass fixtures, the suite has a king- sized bed, a sitting area, and a bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. As soon as we step inside, Sienna lets out a squeal of excitement.

“This is amazing,” she whispers, spinning around to take it all in.

“Only the best,” I say, tossing the room key onto the dresser and trying my damnedest not to look at the bed and imagine all the things I want to do in it.

She kicks off her shoes and flops onto the bed, stretching out with a sigh of pure satisfaction, eyelids fluttering.

“This,” she says, her voice muffled by the pillow, “is heaven. I’m never leaving.”

I chuckle, leaning against the wall to watch her. She looks so at peace, her hair spread out like an auburn halo against the crisp white sheets. For a moment, I forget about all the bullshit following us—her family, Charles, all of it. Right now, it’s just her and me and…the damned bed.

Sienna’s legs are bare, her skirt riding up as she rolls onto her stomach. I swore to myself not to try and fuck her in the back of the truck, but here…?

Can I be the man she needs? Can I give her the stability I know she craves?

I’m not sure, but I’m going to try my damnedest. As if she can sense my thoughts, Sienna sits up and crooks a finger towards me. "Come try the bed out with me, Daddy."

Fuck. That word does something to me, sending heat straight to my cock. I'm rock hard in an instant, and her innocent grin does nothing to help. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"That's cheating, baby," I growl, but I cross the room in an instant, climbing onto the bed beside her.

She crawls into my lap, her skirt riding up high enough that I can see her pretty pink panties. I groan, reaching for her hips.

"Do you know how hard it's been not to touch you since I ate you out, Sienna? I've thought of nothing except fucking you since."

"So fuck me."

Her voice is a challenge, her eyes bright. The girl has no idea what she's getting into.

"Baby…" I shake my head. "If we do this, you're mine. I told you I'll take care of you, I'll provide for you, and I'll get you off, but if you let me in between those pretty thighs, it's not just sex. You understand that, don't you?"

She licks her lips, her breath coming quicker. "I want to be yours. I want you to be my first."

"Your first and your last," I agree, pulling her closer. I don't care if she thinks it's just bedroom talk. I mean every word.

Her hips are in my hands, and I'm grinding her down on the steel rod in my pants. She whimpers, the sound sweet music to my ears.

"You're so hard, Daddy.”

"I made sure to get you ready for my cock the other night," I tell her, "but we're still going to have to go slow."

She huffs. "You're making me hate that word."

"It's not easy for me either," I admit, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her hands come up to twist in my shirt, and she's panting, desperate for me. "Let's get this off you, hmm?"

There's nothing beneath the sundress she's wearing but those pink panties, and knowing that there's been nothing between me and her gorgeous, bouncing tits all night has me rabid. I rip the dress over her head and toss it away, leaving her bare.

"Lie down for Daddy."

Sienna does as she's told, lying flat on the bed.

"You've got such a pretty pussy, baby." I run a hand along the outside of her panties. They're soaked, her wetness seeping through the fabric.

She's watching me, eyes wide and glassy with lust. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Panties off," I order, and she pushes them down her hips and off.

I sit back, watching her squirm under my gaze. My little virgin, so eager to be fucked. She's mine, and she has no idea what she's getting into, but I'll show her. I jerk my shirt over my head, my pants, underwear, and boots following. Sienna has raised up on her elbows to watch me, and she's breathing even harder than before.

"Come here," I command. "I want to feel your hands on me."

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror, Sienna crawling across the bed to me. I'm damned proud of being as fit as I am at my age, and Sienna seems to approve too, tentatively running her hands over my pecs and shoulders.

"You're so strong," she whispers, hands moving down. She hesitates for a moment, then touches my cock, her breath catching.

Her touch is feather-light, running over the sensitive skin. She's not shy, though, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and stroking experimentally. I groan, hips thrusting into her hand.

"Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes," I pant, and she grins.

"I've never done this before," she admits. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yeah, baby. Your hands feel perfect. A little harder."

She's watching my cock now, fascinated by the way it disappears and reappears from her grasp. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I'm almost out of my mind with how badly I want to be inside her.

"Okay," I breathe. "Stop. It's too good."

Sienna laughs, her hand moving away. I move backward on the bed until I'm leaning against the headboard, and I motion for her to crawl into my lap, her legs on either side of me.

"We'll go nice and slow," I promise. "Now put that pretty pussy on Daddy's cock and sink down."

She bites her lip and nods, shifting her hips and reaching between us. She's so wet that it takes no effort to press the head of my cock against her entrance, her swollen clit peeking out, desperate to be touched.

"Just relax," I coax her, cupping her tits and stroking her sensitive nipples with my fingers until she’s squirming. "Take your time. Nice and slow."

Her face screws up with concentration, and I know the exact moment she gives herself over to me. She's still tense, but she sinks down, inch by inch, her breath coming in short pants.

"That's it," I whisper, running a hand along her cheek. "Good girl."

She moans softly at the praise, and the sound makes me crazy. She's barely halfway down, but her pussy is so tight, so warm.

"Almost there," I soothe. "How does it feel, Sienna?"

"Good. So good," she pants.

"Does it hurt?"

She shakes her head.

"I'm almost all the way in," I say. "Take one more deep breath and then let yourself slide the rest of the way down. Can you do that?"

She nods, doing as she's told. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, my sweet girl taking her first cock. The moment her ass hits my thighs, she cries out, her eyes flying open.

"Oh!"

"Good girl," I praise. "Such a good girl."

"God, I'm so full," she whines.

"That's because Daddy's got a big cock, and your little pussy was made to take it."

She rolls her hips, and the movement nearly undoes me. Her walls flutter around me, and the friction is almost too much.

"Ride me, Sienna. Go as fast as you want."

She does. The girl has a rhythm, and she moves her hips, sliding up and down, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time.

"It's so good," she whimpers, her pace increasing. "So, so good."

"It is," I agree, my hands on her hips, helping her rise and fall. "Touch yourself if you need to."

Her eyes widen, but then her fingers are between her legs, circling her clit. She cries out, moving faster.

"That's it, baby," I pant, thrusting up into her.

Her breath is ragged, and her skin is flushed, and I can feel her walls tightening, clenching around me. She's losing her pace, overcome with the feeling of it all, and I'm more than happy to take control. I grab her hips, vise-like, and fuck up into her, moving her body exactly how I want.

"Oh!" Her cry is surprised. "Oh! Garrett!"

"Say my name," I growl, thrusting harder. "I want to hear you say it when I make you come."

"Garrett!" she shouts, the sound of her voice echoing off the walls. "Daddy, please!"

She's coming, and her pussy is milking my cock. I'm so fucking close. I flip us over, pushing her legs wide and holding them open, fucking her deep and fast.

"One more, princess," I tell her. "You're going to come one more time for me.”

I pound her into the mattress, and I can feel her coming again, her walls pulsing around me. That's all it takes, and I'm right there with her, spilling inside her, claiming her as mine. I’m her first, and I’ll be her last, just like I promised.

My hips slow, and I release her legs. Sienna is boneless, her hair a mess, her face flushed and eyes bright.

"You're incredible," she breathes, and the compliment sends a pang of affection straight to my heart. "That was incredible. Oh, Garrett..."

"Come here." I can tell she's spent, and while we should clean up, I don't have the heart to force her to her feet when she so obviously needs to be held.

She curls into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and within seconds, her breathing is steady, her body relaxed.

"That's right, princess," I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Daddy's got you."

Sienna's mine. A realization hits me. I'll kill anyone who tries to take her away if that's what it takes. For now, though, I'll hold her while she sleeps, and when she wakes up, I'll have her all over again.