Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Amber smiled when she saw Sawyer sitting in one of the booths at the café.
The dining room was empty beside him and the place was set to close in thirty minutes.
“Daddy!” she yelled as she hurried giddily toward him.
“Don’t run, little girl. You might trip and hurt yourself.”
“Yes, Sir.” She walked at a more measured pace until she was standing before him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Just waiting on you.” He looked past her to where Marsha was working behind the counter. “Is it okay if I hang out in here?”
“It’s always okay, Sawyer. You know that.”
“How’d my Little girl do today?”
“Amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I don’t know how I ever got by without her. I swear, today was so much easier with help. I’m liable to never let her go,” Marsha said with a laugh.
In a lower tone, Sawyer told Amber, “I’m proud of you, babygirl.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she responded. “I forgot I have that sleepover night. I wish I would have told you! I hate that you’re waiting around here all day for me.”
Sawyer shook his head to dismiss the notion. “It was my choice. I spent time in the store, and then hung out over at Clyde’s garage. Have you met him yet?”
“Briefly. He came in for lunch today,” she replied.
“He’s a good guy. His Little, Belinda, is as cute as can be. I think she’ll be at the sleepover tonight. Anyway, I got some parts from him to fix up that old truck at the Collier’s place. I’ll probably work on it tomorrow.”
“Ooh and then I can drive it again?” she asked eagerly.
“And then I can teach you to drive,” he corrected. “I can teach you in my Bronco, too. But once you know—and have a license—you can use that truck around the property.”
“Thank you, Sir!” she said as she bent down and threw her arms around him, hugging tightly.
“You’re welcome, babygirl.”
“Do you want to go on home?” she asked. “I can walk to Mindy’s place. It’s close.”
“Actually, I’m going to come over for a bit and hang with the other Daddies. Plus, you need to go back home and pack some stuff. You didn’t bring anything for the sleepover.”
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think about that. I’ll finish up here.”
Forty-five minutes later, they were at her cabin where she packed up a few things. From there, they went to Sawyer’s place so she could get the rest of her stuff that she’d brought over the night before.
“I need to change,” Sawyer announced. “I got some grease on me when I was poking around Clyde’s garage.”
Amber plopped down on the couch and waited for Sawyer to finish, looking at her stuffies who rested on her suitcase just a few feet from her.
“I shouldn’t go in there,” she said after a moment of staring at them. “He’s changing clothes.”
The stuffies seemed to be grinning at her, almost as if encouraging her to get up and proceed down that hallway and into the bedroom.
“I really want to take a peek,” she added.
Honey and Jazzie both seemed to understand and approve.
“I’m just gonna go really fast. In and out,” she told them with a giggle, already springing up from the couch.
She inched quietly down the hallway and stopped before the partially open door.
Should I do this? she wondered. He deserved his privacy. But thoughts of that morning kept flashing through her mind. She’d been so close to finally…
Too late.
Lost in thought, she hadn’t even realized she’d been leaning so far forward until she lost her balance and spilled into the room.
“Whoa!”
She thudded loudly on the floor, flat on her stomach, the wind pushed from her lungs upon impact.
Sawyer was at her side in a second.
A very naked Sawyer.
By the time Amber flipped around and was able to sit on her bottom, she still couldn’t breathe, but it had nothing to do with the fall.
Gosh! He was so chiseled and cut! How could one man have so many freaking muscles? And how could his… thing… be so huge?
She felt silly.
Thing?
She just wasn’t sure what else to call it.
But it was so freaking close! It would be so easy for her just to reach out and take hold of it and?—
“Are you okay?”
The question cut off her lustful thoughts and zapped her back into the embarrassing reality that she’d fallen while debating on whether or not she should spy on a man while he changed clothes.
Ouch. This wasn’t a good look for her.
“Yeah,” she finally answered.
“Are you hurt, honey?”
She shook her head.
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
He smirked. “Amber? Babygirl? What were you doing?
Oh crap! He wasn’t going to let this go! She supposed he had a right. After all, he’d been in the privacy of his own room when she’d crashed in uninvited.
Maybe she could think of some excuse. Her mind was spinning, desperately trying to latch onto something plausible, but it was no use. Honesty was always the best policy, she reminded herself.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she squeaked.
He was still wearing that look of slight amusement when he said, “That isn’t an answer, sweetie. I asked what you were doing.”
She tried to answer, but her eyes went right to that long, thick rod that dangled between his muscular legs, and all she could do was swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.
Finally, she gathered herself enough to answer. “I was… well, you see… I wanted to…see…” She sighed. There was no getting out of this or sugarcoating anything. “I wanted to see that.” She pointed to his massive cock.
He continued to smile as he stood naked before her, looking down with a healthy dose of amusement in his eyes.
“Do you want to touch it, honey?”
“Yes!” she shouted, then covered her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”
Sawyer stepped closer. “You can touch it, honey. But I’m afraid that’s all we can do right now. Daddy has to take you to Mindy’s. They’re waiting on us to eat dinner.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, much quieter now.
Her trembling hand came forward slowly, inching closer and closer to the prize that hung there like ripe fruit on a tree.
“I’m just gonna wrap my hand around it,” she announced.
He grinned wider as he nodded.
“Oh boy.” That was all she could say as her palm laid atop the veiny shaft and her fingers curled around its girth. “Oh my.”
“Honey, are you nervous?”
“No. I’m… excited, Sir. Very excited.”
She pumped his rod several times, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of it. Her tiny hand barely contained it.
She imagined what it would be like to have him inside her. Could she handle it? It was so big and she was so tiny and… well, she hadn’t exactly had any practice.
That cock was going to rip her up.
But she so desperately needed it. Besides, Daddy would be gentle. There’s no way Sawyer would hurt her. Well, no more than necessary. She knew there was no way around some pain when the time finally came. But she still wanted it. More than she’d ever wanted anything in her whole life.
Without realizing what she was doing, her lips were at his cock’s head, parted and eager to take him into her mouth.
“Baby,” he said softly. “We have to go. Your friends are expecting us.”
“I know, Daddy,” she replied in a breathless whisper. “But I just need…”
Her words were cut off by the moan that escaped her throat as her lips made contact with his member. She slurped in the strand of precum and let it slide down her tongue and throat. Sawyer’s caress was so gentle as he ran his hands through her hair and lovingly touched her cheeks.
“Honey, there’s nothing more I want than this, but?—”
She slid her mouth off his pulsating cock and looked up. “I know, Daddy. They’re waiting on us.”
He nodded. “We shouldn’t keep them waiting since we gave them our word that we’d be there. We’re already going to be a few minutes late.”
She sighed. “To be continued? Again?”
He nodded. “Count on it.”
Oh I will, she thought. I one hundred percent will!