Kincaid
T hunder rumbles outside, but it pales in comparison to the intense emotions raging inside me. Possession and happiness and relief and love. I hadn’t planned to tell her I loved her, but once the words were out, I didn’t regret them.
Especially when my sweet girl said them back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, carefully easing her off of me. My semi-hard cock slips free, and I groan at the sight of the pink cream covering it. The mixture of my come and her virgin blood smeared on my cock is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I kiss her forehead and then disappear into the bathroom, where I wet a washcloth with warm water. When I return, she’s lying curled on my bed, gazing out at the rain-streaked window, and I swear my heart stops for a second. She’s so small. So beautiful. So sweet.
And all mine.
I sink down onto the bed and urge her onto her back with a hand on her hip. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”
She does as she’s asked and I gently work the cloth over her swollen pink pussy, still leaking my come. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Are you sore?”
She sighs as I massage her lips and tease her clit. She has the cutest little clit. I’m already obsessed with it. I could suck on it for hours. Days. “A little, yeah.”
“You did so good, Lilah. You were perfect.” I bend down and kiss her cheeks, her lips, her jaw. “Such a good girl for me.”
She makes a soft moan that goes right to my cock, but I ignore the zing of arousal. She’s sore and tired. I can wait to have her again.
For a couple hours, anyway.
I finish cleaning her up, toss the washcloth in the hamper and then climb onto the bed, pulling her into my arms. She settles against my chest easily, as if we’ve done this a thousand times, fingers playing in my chest hair, teasing over my nipples. I run my fingers through her soft blond hair, inhaling her sweet scent.
“How are you feeling?” I ask gently. She’s been quiet, which isn’t unusual for her, but I want to make sure she’s okay.
Lilah tilts her face up to look at me, her green eyes bright, her expression relaxed and open. Gone is any trace of shyness. “I’m okay, I promise. A little sore, but…God, . That was amazing.”
I smile and brush my thumb over her cheek, marveling at how soft her skin is. “Yeah. It was.” My chest swells with emotion, that tangle inside me expanding, and I need to kiss her. So I do, brushing my lips against hers. She moans and opens for me instantly, and I slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes sweet, and I can’t get enough.
By the time I pull away, my cock is hard again and her nipples are poking into my chest. “I love you, Lilah,” I murmur, stroking a hand over her cheek.
She smiles at me, and it’s like pure, unfiltered sunshine. “I love you, too.” She sighs and snuggles into me. “Thank you for being so gentle and going so slow.”
“I wasn’t very gentle at the end.”
She laughs quietly. “I’m not complaining.” She lifts her head again. “I liked all of it. Every single thing we did. Every second. And I want to do more things with you.”
My cock twitches and I start thinking about hockey. I’m not going to take her again while she’s still so sore. As much as I want to be inside her again, I can wait. But God, the thought of exploring her sexuality with her, teaching her…I want it, so badly.
I kiss her hair, her temple, trace circles with the tip of my finger on the side of her breast. “I’ll show you everything, angel. Anything you want to try, anything you’re curious about…just say the word.”
She bites her lip and blushes. “Will you teach me how to…to give you a blow job?”
I can’t help the groan that rumbles out of my chest. “Jesus, Lilah. You’re killing me.” She giggles and I kiss her again. “When you’re ready, yeah. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock with that perfect mouth of yours.”
She blushes deeper and tucks her head against me. My sweet girl.
A silence falls between us, and I stroke her hair, savoring the feel of her cuddled against me. And yet, there’s a growing knot right in the center of my chest that I can’t ignore.
“Lilah, we should talk about your dad,” I murmur.
She tenses in my arms, and I feel like a jerk for bringing it up and dimming her three-orgasm afterglow, but we need to talk about the elephant in the room. We’ve both been studiously avoiding.
“I know. I just…I don’t know how to tell him about us, yet. He can be…protective.”
I nod, running a hand up and down her back. “Was he always like that?”
She nods. “Yeah. And it only got more intense after the divorce.”
“What happened? It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” I add.
Lilah sighs. “They started fighting all the time when I was ten. Dad was always traveling for hockey, and I think Mom was just…done with it. She wanted her life back. She started going out more, and…I think she cheated on him. I don’t know for sure, but I strongly suspect. I was always closer with my dad, so when they split, it really sucked because I only got to see him when he was around and only on select weekends and holidays.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how hard that was on you.”
She shrugs. “Lots of kids go through divorce. But it definitely made Dad more protective. He just wants to shield me from getting hurt again.” She traces a finger over my chest, circling my nipple. “If he finds out I’m with you, he’ll freak.”
“Because of the age difference?”
She nods. “That, and how fast and intense this is. And…I don’t think he wants the hockey lifestyle for me, knowing the havoc it caused in his personal life. He’s always sort of forbidden me from dating hockey players.”
I slide my fingers under her chin and tip her face up to mine. “I need you to know something. Now that you’re mine, I will always put your happiness first, Lilah. Always. I can’t be happy if you’re not.”
“It’s that simple, eh?” she asks with a soft smile.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s that simple.”
But she’s right. There’s no way Shane’s going to love that his daughter is with me. I’m fourteen years older than her and a player on his team. I get why she’s not ready to tell him. But I don’t want to hide forever, either.
I want the entire fucking world to know that Lilah is mine.
I glance down at her and see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “We’ll figure it out,” I say, trying to be reassuring. “I could talk to him, if you want.”
Lilah frowns. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea right now. What if he benches you?”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.” It’s a legitimate concern. I could be jeopardizing my spot on the team. But then I look down at Lilah, and I don’t care. “We don’t have to tell him right away. I don’t want to hide this, us, but I understand that you need time.” I kiss her forehead.
Lilah relaxes against me, the tension ebbing out of her muscles. “Thank you. For being so sweet, and so patient. I do want to tell him. Just…not yet.”
I place a soft kiss on her mouth. “Whatever you need, sweet girl. In the meantime, we’ll keep things on the downlow.” I sigh. “Maybe I’ll have the chance to earn his trust, show him I’m a good guy when we go on the road next week.”
Her arms tighten around me. “I hate road trips.”
“I know, angel. I know. I don’t want to leave you either. But I promise I’ll call you every day, okay?” The idea of leaving her alone in the city without anyone to watch over her makes me feel a little sick. I’m already consumed with the need to be near her all the time.
“You’d better,” she says, poking my ribs.
The rain starts to hit the windows with more force as the fall storm outside intensifies. Curled up together, we talk—about hockey, about school, about our families, about our hopes and dreams for the future. She tells me about her plans to work in the non-profit sector, and I tell her that I plan to keep playing hockey for as many seasons as my body allows.
“Speaking of the future and families…do you want kids?” I ask. My heart is suddenly in my throat.
“Oh, yeah,” she answers easily. “Two, maybe three kids, for sure. You?”
“Two or three kids with you sounds perfect.” The idea of her belly swollen with our baby has blood rushing to my cock.
She looks up at me, a dreamy expression on her face. “You want to have kids with me?”
I take a deep breath. I don’t want to scare her, but I can’t stop the truth from spilling from my lips. “Yeah, Lilah. I do. I want everything with you. I know it’s fast. I know it’s crazy. But I know with every single fiber of my being that you’re it for me. I love you. I’m obsessed with you. I feel like something is wrong when I’m not around you.” I gaze at her face, trying to read her reaction.
She lifts a hand and cups my face. “I thought it was just me. I’ve been crazy about you since the night of the party. I don’t know what this is between us, but I do know that it’s rare and special and I’m not letting it go, no matter what my dad says.”
I kiss her and then settle her against my chest, holding her as she drifts off to sleep.