Trucker Daddy (Call Me Daddy)

7. Sienna

CHAPTER 7

Sienna

W hen Garrett picks up the phone, his jaw clenches so hard I’m surprised the bone doesn’t crack. I freeze, my feet rooted as panic crashes over me. My pulse pounds in my ears, and my hands feel clammy. This is it. I’ve ruined it already. Why didn’t I just leave it in the hotel room?!

He lets us into the house so we aren’t arguing outside in front of the world, and I’m too distraught to even look around.

“Sienna.” His voice is low and controlled. “I’m waiting.”

“I…I wasn’t trying to lie to you. I just…” Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. “I was scared.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “I wanted to let it go, Garrett. I really did, but it felt like cutting off the last little connection I had with my parents, and I was weak. I’m sorry.”

His grip on the phone tightens, but his shoulders ease just a fraction. He’s listening.

“I know they tried to force me into something awful,” I continue, my words pouring out like a waterfall. “But they’re still my family. I still love them, even if I hate what they did. I was terrified of losing them completely.”

Tears sting my eyes, and I swipe at them angrily, hating how naive I must look right now. “I wasn’t trying to betray you, Garrett. I just…I missed them. I missed how things used to be when they were just Mom and Dad, and weren’t worried about finding me a ‘proper husband’.”

He exhales a long, heavy breath, running a hand through his hair. When he finally speaks, his voice is softer but no less firm. “Sienna, you should’ve told me. I’m not the kind of man to keep you from your family, no matter what they’ve done. I would’ve let you stay in touch if it meant that much to you.”

I blink up at him, startled. “Really?”

“Of course I would’ve.” He steps closer, holding my gaze. “I told you before, I’m not going to give you up. Not to Charles, not to anyone. But that doesn’t mean I’d keep you from people you love.”

The tension in my chest loosens, and a sob escapes before I can stop it. Garrett doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward and pulls me into his arms. Like always, he hates to see me cry.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat. “So sorry. I should’ve trusted you.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his grip tightening. “I know.”

I suck in a long, stuttering breath. “There’s more. I posted a video about what Charles did, the arranged marriage, why I ran away, the hotel fight?—”

Now he pulls back from me, looking down, expression guarded. “Posted where?”

“Social media.” I gulp. “I have a little following, and I thought if I could set the record straight, Charles would leave me alone and my parents would be too embarrassed to try and force me home.”

Without another word, Garrett powers the phone on. I ball my hands into fists to resist the urge to snatch it from his hands. I watch him turn off airplane mode, the phone exploding with notifications as soon as it happens. I hear the audio of the video I posted, Garrett’s face tightening with each second.

“Sienna.” His voice is flat. “This has over two million views.”

The shock is so strong it feels like I’ve been hit by lightning. “W-what?!”

“Two million goddamn views.” He stops pacing, turning to face me. His eyes are sharp, filled with something that isn’t quite anger but isn’t far from it either. “I understand why you did this, Sienna, but that doesn’t change the fact that my face is in that clip. Clear as day.”

“I’m so sorry,” I say again, finding it hard to speak. “I wasn’t thinking. I just?—”

“You just acted,” he cuts me off, his tone hard but not cruel. “You were scared and trying to protect yourself. I get it. But now Charles has a way to find us, and if someone links me to this—if my company sees that video—I could lose my job, Sienna.”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. “I’ll fix it. I’ll delete the video or make a statement or?—”

“It’s too late for that,” he interrupts. “Now I’m not internet savvy, but even I know once something’s on the internet, it’s out there. You can’t take it back.” He runs a hand through his hair again, then takes a deep breath, his shoulders visibly rising and falling as he tries to calm himself. “I need to take a drive. I need to clear my head before I say something I’ll regret.”

“Garrett, please?—”

“No,” he says firmly, pocketing the phone. “I’m not mad at you, Sienna. Not really. But I’m frustrated, and I need to figure out what the hell we’re going to do next. Just…stay here. I’ll be back.” He moves to the door, grabbing his keys off the counter. Before he leaves, he hesitates, looking back at me. “I’m going to lock up the house. Stay inside. Don’t do anything else impulsive.”

I nod, biting my lip to keep from sobbing outright. He locks the door behind him, and a few moments later, I hear the roar of his truck as he pulls out of the driveway. I press my hands to my face, the guilt and regret clawing at my chest until it’s unbearable. I throw myself down onto the couch, curling up into a ball as the tears come hard and fast. I thought I was setting us free, but I was just making things worse. Garrett trusted me, and I let him down. Now, the man I love is out there somewhere, hurt and angry because of me.

I bury my face in the cushions, my sobs muffled but uncontrollable. All I can do now is hope that when he comes back, he’ll still want me here. Because I don’t know where I’d be without him.

I jerk awake, the sound of Garrett’s truck rumbling into the driveway, cutting through the haze of my restless sleep. It’s pitch black outside, the house quiet. I have no idea how long I’ve slept or how long he’s been gone. I scramble off the couch, wiping at my tear-streaked face and trying to compose myself.

The front door creaks open, and Garrett steps inside. He looks exhausted, his face shadowed and drawn. He shuts the door behind him and locks it, leaning against it for a moment like the weight of the world is on his back.

Because it is, and it’s all my stupid fault.

“Garrett…” I rush toward him. “Where have you been? I was so worried!”

He holds up a hand to stop me from barreling into him, his expression unreadable. “I solved the Charles problem.”

I freeze. “Huh?”

His lips pull into a tired smirk as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out my phone. “This,” he says, tossing it to me.

I scramble to catch it, and once I’ve got my hands on it, I hold it with two fingers like it’s cursed. “I’m not following.”

“I turned your location back on.”

I feel cold all over. “What? Why would you do that? Charles could have found us?—”

“He did,” Garrett stops me. “But not before I called the police and let them know that the guy trying to kidnap you in that viral video would be showing up at that location. They were waiting for him.”

I try and fail to process his words. “You set him up?”

Garrett’s smirk widens, though his eyes remain tired. “Damn right I did. Just like I suspected, Charles showed up at the phone’s location, thinking he had us cornered. He must have been following us distantly since the hotel. The cops were already there, hiding out, waiting for him. They arrested him on the spot.”

My knees feel weak, and I reach out to steady myself on the back of the couch. “He’s…he’s really gone? He can’t come after me anymore?”

Garrett steps closer, his hands gently gripping my shoulders as he looks down at me. Despite my mistake, there’s love in his eyes. “He’s gone, Sienna. The cops have him. And with the video evidence of him and his goons trying to drag you into the car, he’s not getting out of this easily.”

I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him. “You did this for me?”

He hugs me back, his arms strong and reassuring. “Fuck yes, I did. For you. For us.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

Garrett shakes his head, his thumb brushing a tear off my cheek. “You deserve a hell of a lot more than you think, sweetheart.”

I press my forehead to his chest, all the heaviness and negativity hanging over me since the engagement party blowing away like dust on the wind. He tilts my face up and kisses me, easily at first, but the heat rises in seconds. Whatever exhaustion that had been plaguing him vanishes, and before I know it, he’s jerking his shirt over his head, backing me into the wall, and pinning my hands above me while he ravishes my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips, demanding and hot, and all I can do is give in, giving him what he wants.

His fingers dig into my ass, squeezing roughly, and his hard cock presses into my belly, a silent reminder of what he can do to me.

"You're mine now, Sienna," he growls, and when he gives my ass a little smack with his free hand, I gasp in surprise pleasure. Slowly, he leans back, his grin wicked. "Oh, you like that?"

I bite my lip and nod, and he gives a dark chuckle, the sound reverberating through me.

"I want to explore this more, Sienna. The bedroom is two doors down on the right." He nips at my earlobe, and I shiver against him. "I'm going to give you two minutes to be on my bed, ass in the air."

Heat flashes through me at the command as he releases me, and I scramble down the hall without a second thought. My heart is racing, and I'm already so turned on. What is it about Garrett that brings out this wild side of me?

"I said two minutes, princess." His voice booms from down the hall, and I move faster.

The bedroom is decorated in forest green and black with a huge king-sized bed against one wall, but I have no time to look around. I have to be ready for him. I have to do what he says.

I shimmy out of my yoga pants, the matching shirt following them to the floor. My bra and panties go even faster. There's no time to waste. I have less than a minute left, and I'm not going to waste it.

My hands and knees sink into the plush mattress, and I push my ass into the air, my face buried in the sheets. The cool air feels good against my skin, and I can't help but wiggle a little bit.

The door opens, and he steps inside. "Fuck yes, Sienna. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen." There's the sound of a belt buckle, and then his jeans hit the floor. He's behind me in an instant, a big, rough hand stroking the soft skin of my ass. "You're such a good girl, but something tells me you want me to spank you like you're bad. Is that it?"

The little spank he gave me a few minutes ago was intriguing. It made me instantly wet between my legs. So maybe a little more...

"Yes." The word is muffled by the sheets before I turn my head."I want you to spank me."

"That's my girl." Then his hand connects with my skin.

I gasp. The pain is quick, a sharp sting, and then the most intense rush of pleasure floods me. A moan falls from my lips, even as he soothes the offended skin with a soft touch.

"Another one, princess?"

"Yes."

Crack. His hand hits the other side of my ass, and the burn is delicious. He alternates cheeks, and the pleasure and pain mix until I whimper. He gives me three more, each one feeling better than the last.

"There," he whispers, running a gentle hand over the heated flesh. "Isn't that better, princess?"

"Yessss," I breathe, unable to speak any louder.

He hums in approval, and then his fingers start spreading me. "God, you're wet. Did that spanking turn you on, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Then Daddy will take care of it. He'll take care of everything."

My head swims when I feel the blunt head of his cock at my slit, pushing in. I'm so soaked that he slides in easily, only stopped by the tightness of my channel.

"Oh, God."

"That's right, Sienna." His voice is a rough growl. "Let Daddy in."

I can feel every inch of him filling me completely. He's buried to the hilt, his body pressed against mine. His hips pull back, and the friction is intense, his cock dragging across sensitive nerves.

"Please," I whimper.

"Don't worry, baby," he assures me. "Daddy's going to get you there. Just lie there and take it."

And then he's moving, his thick cock pumping in and out of me. It's a slow, torturous rhythm that has my whole body buzzing.

"Faster," I beg, trying to push my hips back, but his hands grip them, holding me still.

"You know who's in charge here, Sienna. You're just going to have to take what I give you. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's a good girl."

His hips snap forward, and he fucks me hard and fast, the way I need it. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, and I can't do anything except moan. The pleasure builds and builds, and I climb towards a peak I know will be earth-shattering.

"Come for me, princess. Come all over Daddy's cock."

When the orgasm hits, I scream. My vision blurs and the world spins as I'm flung into a sea of pure bliss. He stays with me the entire time, his hands holding me up even as my legs want to let me collapse to the mattress.

"There you go," Garrett croons, his voice soothing even as I can tell he's about to come. His hips stutter, and then he grunts, emptying himself inside me, his cum hot as it coats my channel.

When it’s over, the room is silent except for our harsh breathing, and when Garrett slips out of me, I collapse onto the bed. My body is a live wire, every nerve buzzing, and my mind is blank except for the satisfaction he’s just given me.

"Baby, are you okay?" Garrett's voice is tinged with concern, and he gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

"This is the strangest first night at my new home," I sigh, laughing softly. "But fun. Very fun."

"You're damn right. It was fun."

I can hear the smile in his voice and the rumble of his laugh against my cheek. I snuggle into him, content and happy.

"I love you, Garrett."

"I love you, too, Sienna."