Chapter 31
Cock blocked
Kazimir
Harley flips over to sit on the bed so fast, if this were a queen size, she would’ve fallen onto the floor. Her questioning eyes narrow in me.
I sit up, placing my hands behind me.
“That whole role playing was hot as fuck,” she says, “but I’m sorry, that last line was straight out of a DD/LG book.”
I frown. “A what?”
“Daddy Dom-slash-Little Girl romance.”
Didn’t know.
“Are you moonlighting as a smutty romance author under a pen name?”
I might have gotten carried away. “I wouldn’t be able to string that many words together to form a story if my life depended on it,” I say. “Forget about me writing a romance book.”
“Then, explain the impregnating thing…”
“Well… when I purchased those books for you, the sales clerk drilled me as to what were your favorite tropes. The only thing I knew was that you enjoyed hockey romance—”
“I’m still shocked you remembered.”
I had committed everything about you to memory.
“She was also curious to find out if you were into kinky age gap romance. She could’ve been speaking in a foreign tongue and it would’ve been the same.
She pointed to her current read, ‘Triplets For Daddy’s Navy SEAL Best Friend’.
My jaw dropped at the title. Once I had selected the books I was going to get for you, I went back to that book.
I opened it, flipped through a few pages, and landed on a passage where the main character said, ‘Daddy is going to fuck his little girl’s virgin pussy and shoot his seed deep into her womb until he impregnates her’.
I don’t think I’d ever blushed in my life, but at that moment, I’m certain I did. That was straight up porn.”
Harley bursts out laughing.
She falls on her back, her feet kicking the bed.
I grab hold of her ankle. “You think that’s funny?”
She lifts her body and rests it on her folded arms. “I can just imagine the Roy Kent of hockey blushing because of a little smut.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Had it not been for that Daddy Navy SEAL, I would’ve never come up with that line.”
“You’re a fast learner.”
“Is DD/LG your thing?”
“I like…” She bites the inside of her lower lip.
I squeeze her ankle. “Talk to me. “
“Role playing is such a turn on.”
Noted.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that.”
“Why not?”
She shrugs. “Maybe it’s too much for my fake boyfriend to handle…”
“Maybe it’ll help your fake boyfriend give you more of what you need.”
We stare at each other for a beat.
I trail a finger inside her thigh until I reach her still slick pussy. “Time for you to sit on daddy’s cock––” My hand freezes in place. “Fuck.”
“What is it?”
I’m cock blocked. “I don’t have any condoms,” I say.
“I was in such a rush to get you back to my place, I didn’t even think of protection.
” I wanted this woman so much, all rational thinking went flying out the window the moment my lips touched hers.
I let out a long breath. “Talk about mood killer.”
She places a hand on top of mine. “It doesn’t have to. Let’s get dressed and we can go buy some.”
I wiggle my finger, beckoning her to me.
She leans forward.
I do the same.
I nibble the side of her neck, just under her ear, and she tilts her head back, demanding more. “I like the way you––”
My ringtone blares in the room and a second phone rings somewhere in the house.
I pull away from her, and our eyes lock onto each other’s.
She arches a brow.
“Whoever it is, can call back,” I say.
She nods. “It’s probably my bestie. I can call her later.”
Both ringtones go silent.
Back to the program.
My phone rings again, followed by hers.
I grumble.
We both get out of bed.
I head toward the console and Harley runs downstairs.
I snatch up my phone and frown at Erik’s message.