42. Crotchless
Crotchless
Eena
“No, you need to do your homework first, young lady.” I cross my arms, staring her down.
“Char said it’s important I work with her every day.” Cynthia’s lip sticks out rebelliously. “I have riding lessons tonight, so I have to do this now.”
“Cynthia Anne. Get your ass to your room and do your math. You can spend time with Trixie when you get back.” I don’t budge, staring her down.
“Bullshit,” she retorts. “Then I have to go to bed. I wish I could go to Char’s earlier like she offered.” Her arms sling over her chest, mirroring my posture.
It irritates me when she swears, but I’m trying to pick my battles.
“Your dad won’t be home until five. And you know Abe is out of town for a few days. You’re stuck until then.” I flick my fingers in a failing attempt to shoo her towards her room.
“This would be better if you didn’t have that stupid thing.” She points at my ankle monitor. “You used to have a car, too. What happened to your Jeep?”
“Even if I did have a vehicle doesn’t mean I’d be driving your entitled ass. Go do your damn homework! ” I yell, losing my temper.
Her nose wrinkles, but she turns on her heel. “You aren’t my mother!” she screams, slamming her door shut behind her.
Fuck.
I love her. But sometimes I want to strangle her.
Some days it’s nice that Wade is involved. I don’t have to be the bad guy every time.
She seems to worship the ground he walks on, so when he lays down the law, she listens.
I just hate that she’s right. I don’t have my Jeep anymore, and I miss it.
And I hate not being able to go where I want, when I want. There’s many days when I’d love to just run a few errands, buy a special treat, or even go visit Wade for lunch.
But this damn monitor won’t let me. The only reason I do get to leave is that he can plug into the system that I’m allowed to away from the house.
I guess it’s a perk of sleeping with the man in charge?
It’s been pretty far down the priority list though. I’m grateful I don’t have to be in jail. The idea of asking for more hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Maybe once Max is caught, my sentence can be lightened.
That makes me snort. Who else gets to get laid and entirely spoiled every day while in prison? Eww. I don’t want to think about it.
The click of the front door signals his heavy footsteps. “Hey, baby girl.” His warm palms wrap my waist as I’m chopping up chicken. “How was your day today?” Hot lips flirt along the skin below my ear making me want to melt into his chest.
“Mmm, better now that you’re home, daddy,” I purr, tilting my head against his shoulder. “Any luck tracking down Max?”
I kinda hate to ask in case it ruins the moment. Yet the dread of him being out there is a lingering weight.
With a sigh, he pulls away.
Damn it.
“No. I had a long meeting with the D.A. today though about it.” He moves to the fridge and digs out two beers.
It’s become our ritual in the evenings and I live for it.
He pops the tops, setting mine near my elbow and then leans his butt against the island to take a long drink.
“Do you think that when he’s caught, the district attorney will consider lightening my sentence? I’d love to maybe pick up a part time job to help with groceries.” I’ve never once heard Wade complain about a single dollar.
But it bugs me not being able to contribute when he takes such good care of me.
“Oh,” he nearly chokes. “That reminds me.” He sets down his own bottle, then pulls out his leather wallet and unfolds it.
“I got this for you.” He drops a credit card next to my beer.
I freeze, staring at it. “What is that?”
He shrugs and settles back against the counter.
“If we’re gonna be married, we’re partners.
I want to take care of you though. If you want a job, I won’t stop you.
But I don’t want you to think you have to work to put food on the table.
” He bends to lightly spank my ass. “That’s my responsibility to take care of my girls. ”
He doesn’t see the smile tugging up my mouth as I focus on finishing cutting the meat in front of me.
“So if I want to buy a new thong, it’s okay?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
The heat of his body draws against me, then I feel his fingers stroking from the small of my back down to between my legs. “Baby, you can buy a truck load of them,” he growls, curling to knead my pussy through my leggings. “But if you do, I want a fashion show.”
“Deal,” I pant. “Maybe some purple ones? Pink?”
“Crotchless so I can taste you while I pull them tight?” His teeth nip at my sensitive neck.
“Hi, Dad! I’m ready to go.” Cynthia walks into the kitchen with her riding jeans on.
He glances over while he pulls his hands to a less x-rated location. “Hi, sweetie. Here’s a quick question, did you get your homework done? I got a text from the school saying you were behind on a few assignments.”
Her scowl reminds me of him when he’s cranky. “Did you tell him to say that?”
“Nope.” I toss up two fingers and a smirk her way. “Scout’s honor. I was trying to help .”
Wade moves to her and rests his palm on her shoulder, then bends so that he’s eye level.
“I know it’s only been a couple of months in a new school.
I hope you know that if you’re having a hard time with any of your classes, I’m happy to sit down with you so we can figure it out.
” His grip moves to her cheek, tilting her to look at him.
“But you have to try . We’ll go to your lessons tonight.
Except if I get another note from your teacher, they’re going on hold until you catch up. Got it?”
She lets out a long exhale. “Yea, Dad. I got it.”
It doesn’t stop her from sending me a dirty look when he turns from her.
I’m tempted to stick out my tongue. It’s a miracle I hold it in.
“Alright, lecture over. Time to go.” He gestures her forward, then turns back to me.
Pressing a fevered kiss to my lips, he puts his finger on my credit card. “The Halloween party at Hilltop is next week. See if you can find a costume you like.”
“Yes, daddy.” I chase his lips for one more taste of him before he’s gone.
I have an idea that I think he’s going to love.