Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Carri opened her eyes and found herself looking at a fuzzy purple hedgehog butt.
Leaning forward slightly, she kissed it with a giggle. “Good morning, Hector.”
Rolling to her back, she froze when she realized she was not in her bedroom. Sitting up, she looked around, but she had no idea where she was. Panic began to build as she pulled Hector into her chest. Then she looked down at herself and frowned. How had she gotten into her nightshirt?
“Where are we, Hector?” she whispered.
“You’re at home with Daddy,” a deep voice said from just outside the half-open door across the room.
A moment later, the door swung open and Rooker walked in. He wore jeans with a deep-red polo shirt with a logo over his heart. He looked delicious, and whatever was in the two mugs he held smelled really good.
Carri frowned as memories of the night before slowly filtered back in. “What happened last night? I remember arriving at your house and sitting on a rocking chair outside… I think.”
“You fell asleep. I brought you in and put you to bed.”
Carri’s frown deepened as she tried to remember. “You put me to bed? Did you also change me into this?” She pulled on the shoulder of her nightshirt.
Instead of answering, Rooker crossed to the side of the bed and handed her one of the mugs. Holding it under her nose, Carri breathed deep.
Hot chocolate.
How did he know she preferred hot chocolate to coffee?
Taking a sip, she smiled. Chocolate milk deliciousness that was just the right temperature. Another sip had her closing her eyes and giving a moaning sigh.
“Good, huh?” Rooker asked as he sat down on the bed beside her hip.
“Uh-huh. So good.”
Rooker chuckled, but she was not sure if it was at her words, or her tone. She didn’t care. A gorgeous man had just delivered the best hot chocolate she’d ever wrapped her tongue around to her while she was still in bed.
Question was, what would he want in return? Did he want her to get down on the floor and suck him off? Or lay back, spread her legs, and let him fuck her?
Did they have time for sex before they needed to leave for the convention center?
“What time is it?” she asked after another, bigger sip that gave her full-body shivers.
“It’s early enough for you to get a shower, get dressed, and have some breakfast before we head to the convention center. We also need to talk about tonight.”
Convention center. The convention. Selling her crocheted critters.
At that moment, her body woke up fully, demanding she get out of bed immediately, if not sooner.
Looking around the room, she saw three doors.
The one Rooker had come through stood wide open and showed a hallway on the other side.
To her left were windows, so there was no bathroom in that direction. To the right were two doors.
“Bathroom?” she asked as she worked her way to the other side of the mattress and climbed out of bed. She brushed the nightshirt down her thighs, so she did not flash her ass at Rooker who continued to watch her closely.
Rooker pointed to the door on the left and she scurried around the bed, and him, to the designated doorway. After doing her business, she washed her hands and face before returning to the bedroom.
Rooker was right where she left him, looking far too comfortable for her peace of mind.
Though tempted to crawl into his lap and beg him to read her a story, she needed a shower to wash off the day before and get ready for the day ahead.
He looked her up and down and gave her a smile that sent a shiver through her and had her pussy preparing itself for invasion.
“I’d offer to wash your back, but then we would be late for the convention,” he said before standing up. “I’ll get breakfast started and we can eat after you shower and get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rooker encouraged with a smile.
“Yes, Daddy,” Carri parroted, feeling surprisingly comfortable using the honorific.
With that, Rooker walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Carri spied her things on the dresser and crossed to collect her toiletry bag and clean clothes before heading back into the bathroom.
Feeling off balance and unsure of what was quickly blooming between them, Carri closed and locked the bathroom door.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged, clean and dressed for the day. Without the product she normally used, and a blow dryer to tame her hair, she simply braided it into a ponytail down her back, using the one hairband she had with her to tie it off.
After packing everything up again, she carried her bags to the front door. She then took a few minutes to look around as she made her way to the kitchen where things were smelling delicious.
The walls of the great room were painted a creamy white that had a touch of gold and peach to it. It gave the rooms a warm glow instead of the stark coldness that white-white walls had. The light color also went beautifully with the golden tone of the hardwood floors throughout the house.
The living room held a long black couch, an oversized dark-gray recliner, and a wooden rocking chair along with several side tables. A huge television hung on the far wall with floor-to-ceiling bookcases on either side of it.
Carri thought the décor needed a little more… something. Pictures on the walls, pillows on the couch, and maybe a soft fuzzy red blanket draped over the back to add some color.
A few minor changes and the room would feel less like a waiting room, and more like a home.
Rooker heard the Little girl moving around and wondered what she thought of his home.
He knew changes needed to be made, but he was not a decorator, he was a doctor- slash-inventor turned boutique owner.
The furniture in the living room was comfortable, and at the end of the day that was all he cared about.
“What smells so good?” Carri asked as she crossed the kitchen toward him.
“Cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast,” Rooker said as he carried two plates to the table in the corner of the large kitchen.
“Yum. Three of my favorite foods,” Carri said as she followed him.
“You have more than three favorite foods?”
“Oh, yeah, I have lots of favorite foods. It all depends on what category or time of day or what mood I’m in. Angry favorite foods are different than sad favorite foods or happy favorite foods and breakfasts favorite foods are different than dinner ones.”
Her explanation sounded so innocent and yet so insightful. When he thought about it, he found himself agreeing. He, too, preferred different foods when he was happy versus sad or angry.
“You are very wise, little one,” he said. “Now, eat your breakfast so we can get to the convention center. If we get there early enough, you might be able to swing for a few minutes.”
“Oooo, yay!” Carri cheered as she picked up her fork and dug in.
Rooker had already texted Laura and arranged for her to go to the store and pick up the inventory they needed to replace.
“Yum, you make really good breakfast foods,” Carri said after swallowing her first bite.
“Thank you.” Rooker said. Picking up his own fork, he began to eat his own breakfast.
He was pleased to watch as Carri ate everything on her plate. When he offered to make her something more, she shook her head.
“Good girl for eating everything,” he praised as he rose from the table.
He smiled as she straightened slightly and gave a big smile at his words. “It was all delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now it’s time to brush your teeth, use the potty and wash your hands,” he instructed as he rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher.
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a left-handed salute before slipping from her chair.
Instead of leaving the room, Carri approached him. When he turned to face her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him right on the lips.
The kiss started out sweet, but grew spicy in the next three seconds.
Rooker allowed her to be in charge for as long as he could before taking over.
Tilting his head slightly, he mated their lips, and then stroked his tongue across the seam of her lips.
When they parted, he delved inside, taking the kiss even deeper.
They were both breathing hard when he finally broke the kiss. He cuddled her close as their breathing eased, slowly loosening his hold before finally releasing her. Her cheeks were bright red, and she looked as if she were not sure if she should run away or throw herself back into his arms.
Taking a step back, Rooker decided to keep it light. “Go on, little one, before things get out of control, and we don’t make it to the convention center today.”
While she hurried to get ready, Rooker quickly wiped down the counters and poured his travel mug full of coffee. Going upstairs, he accomplished the same tasks that he had assigned Carri. Returning to the front door, he found her waiting, with her bags at her feet.
“All right, little girl, are we ready for day two of the Lil’palooza?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
When they reached the convention center, Rooker parked in the row farthest from the building. He carried Carri’s bags as they walked to the park. They had about fifteen minutes before the building doors would be unlocked for the vendors, so he guided her to the park for a few minutes on the swings.
By the time they walked into the building twenty minutes later, Carri’s smile was bright as the sun, and she was deep in her Little headspace.
“Are you going to be okay until your sisters get here?” he asked once they reached her booth.
“Sure, I’ll be fine,” she said, trying to sound confident, but not quite achieving it.
Rooker pulled her in for another hug and brushed a kiss on her forehead. “My number is in your phone. If you need me, call or text me and I can be here in a couple minutes. I’ll come back at noon so we can have lunch together.”
“O-Okay,” she agreed, sounding a little overwhelmed.
Dropping his head so his lips were by her ear, he whispered, “Be a good girl for Daddy. Have a great morning and sell a bunch of stuffies. I’ll see you at noon.”
Kissing the side of her neck, he straightened and forced himself to walk away.