6. Autumn
SIX
AUTUMN
A knock on my door has me abandoning my diamond art, and my gaze locks with Dodge’s. He leans against my doorframe, crossing his arms as he glances around the bedroom.
“I like what you did with the place.”
I grin, standing and fixing my lacy pink negligee. “You do? You don’t think it’s too much?”
He shakes his head, his long dark hair swaying behind him, then pushes off the frame and walks toward me.
I lick my lips because he looks like a walking sex god in his leather cut, with no shirt and low-rise jeans.
They show off the happy trail starting at his belly button, leading down into his jeans, a sight I desperately want to see.
My heart hammers as he stands before me, swirling a piece of my hair around his finger. “Not too much for Daddy’s princess,” he whispers.
A shiver skitters up my spine, and I raise my hands, trailing them up his chest to his tattoo. “All I want is to make Daddy happy.”
He grins, his hand sliding to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair to make me look up at him. “That’s good, baby. Now Daddy wants something else. You going to give it to him?”
My tongue sweeps across my lip, and his eyes track the movement as my body jerks from the heat pooling in my belly. “Yes, whatever Daddy wants.”
Dodge groans, and then he crushes his mouth to mine. It’s like an explosion, an intense fire of want and anticipation for more.
He guides my hands to undo his jeans, and I do, feeling the large bulge straining against them. “Get Daddy’s cock out. ”
His fingers trail over my collarbone, and I shiver from his touch. He pushes my thin straps off my shoulders until it pools at the curve of my waist and my nipples harden from the cold air.
Dodge palms them, kneading my generous mounds as his thumb rubs over one of my pointy tips. I shudder, heat gathering between my legs from his touch. I rub along his large bulge as I pull down the zipper.
“What are we doing?” I whisper, tilting my head so he can kiss me again.
He groans, pushing me toward the bed. “Whatever we want. I know you want me as much as I want you.” His hands trail to my panties, and he yanks them before cupping my ass, then sets me on the edge of the mattress.
He falls to his knees and puts his mouth on me next.
I arch up into his face, my hands tangling into his long hair as he devours me.
It’s too good to tell him we’re crossing a line we shouldn’t.
When I saw him at the clubhouse that day, I tried to deny how attracted I was to him so I could push past it and be able to do my job.
He pulls back, nipping at my thigh. “Daddy fucking loves the taste of his princess’s pussy. ”
My cheeks flush at his crude words, having never been spoken to like that before. Dodge stands, shoving off his pants and stroking his very large cock. Jesus, no wonder the man walks around the way he does. I don’t know how he carries that log.
“You want this?” he growls out, crawling onto the bed and over me. His fat cock brushes against my hot center.
I gasp, rolling my hips toward him, wanting more of what he has to offer.
“Yes, yes,” I tell him.
He smirks, looking between us and lining up his cock to my hole. He surges forward, filling me completely.
As pleasure rolls through my body, I wake with a gasp and my hand between my legs. I’m hot, my shirt is damp, and my hair is stuck to my sweaty forehead. It takes a moment to calm my racing heart, and then I pull my hand out from my shorts, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I’ve never done anything like that before. The dream was so real, and the fact that I touched myself while sleeping has me embarrassed, even if no one will ever know. First night here and I have mind sex with my boss .
I groan, flopping onto my back and pushing the romance book I’d been reading off the bed.
The damn Fabio cover caused this, I just know it.
The thought of going to the bathroom to clean up is mortifying.
What if Dodge heard me? That’s even worse.
I turn to scream into my pillow. What’s wrong with me?
Oh my god. As if it wasn’t already hard enough to ignore my attraction, I’ll be thinking about this the next time I see him.
It’s quiet when I wake up. I can hear the birds chirping outside the window and I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, surprised to feel so rejuvenated at seven in the morning.
Trying to be careful not to disturb anyone, I slide out of bed and change into a loose pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt.
I’ll have to wash my clothes soon. I’ll probably try to find a way to do it when Dodge is at work.
It’s too embarrassing to ask him about; he’s already done so much.
He took me to the store after we ate and basically glared me into getting a whole array of personal items like shampoo, lotion, etc.
Stuff that I usually buy at the dollar store with no preferences.
I put my foot down when he talked about going somewhere to buy clothes, wanting to save myself the embarrassment of trying to find clothes that fit me readily available.
It’s not the easiest when I have wide hips without the matching ass or thighs, paired with my large breasts and small shoulder span.
I may be a little pushover, but for the sake of saving myself the mortification, I grew a backbone.
I toss my hair into a large bun and head to the kitchen. I’m not sure what time Winnie wakes, but I want to take a moment to make sure I have everything ready for school before she does. I should have done it last night, but I was too tired.
I’m grateful he doesn’t have one of those expensive coffee machines. Just a plain old dump the grounds and turn it on, and the blend he has smells amazing. I start the pot of coffee, then browse the fridge, making a mental note to start a list like he asked.
“Morning,” Dodge says from behind me, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
I jump a little, my smile frozen when I turn to look at him.
His short hair is stuck up in places, tousled with sleep, and I almost laugh when I realize how my subconscious had given him such luscious locks over his medium-length buzz cut.
He’s stretching through a yawn, his chest on display with the silver chain he always wears, blue plaid pants hung low on his waist. I’m immediately drawn to the line of black hair that trails from his belly button to under the waistband.
When he drops his arms to his side, I can see how toned he is, and my dream from last night surfaces in my mind.
God, someone like him doesn’t even seem real; if anything, he’s a hundred times better in person.
My cheeks flush, and I try to tear my gaze away until it catches on the ink etched into his skin above his heart. I’d only gotten a brief flash when he changed out of his shirt yesterday, and my brain put a black blob there during my dream. I can finally see all the details this morning.
Picking up my mug, I nod toward the pot of honey with the misspelled word. “For Winnie?”
Dodge looks down with a soft smile. “Yeah. Don’t ask any of the brothers though, they’ll say it’s a honeypot like a pussy.”
The sip of coffee I’d taken goes down the wrong pipe, and I loudly start coughing it back up.
Dodge moves over to me, patting my back as I lean over the sink and spit out the drool hanging from my lips.
I can’t even focus on the feel of his hand on me because I’m too embarrassed by the hacking noises coming out of me. It’s a moment I won’t live down.
“Sorry. Sometimes I forget not everyone is as crude as us.”
I shake my head and savor the feeling of my hand on his muscular arm as I straighten up. I’m sure he’s going to think I’m too much of a klutz to watch his kid. “It’s okay. Just surprised me is all,” I try to say, but my throat is raw and hoarse. The warm coffee has scorched it.
We both wince when a sharp cry comes from down the hallway. Now I look at him sheepishly. “Sorry.”
He winks, nudging my shoulder. “It’s about her time to wake anyway.
” The wink is diabolical. No one should be able to wink like that and have it be so attractive.
When he stalks down the hall, I take a deep breath to center myself.
I’ve got to get a hold of myself. It’s no surprise that I’m attracted to Dodge.
He’s exactly the type I always fantasized about growing up, and exactly the type that was never interested in me.
That doesn’t hurt my feelings; it’s reality, and it makes it easier to focus on what’s important. Winnie, my job, and school.
“Eggs and sausage okay?” I call out .
“Yeah,” Dodge shouts back, and I pray he comes back with a fucking shirt on. I grab the food from the fridge and focus on cooking it as he carries Winnie into the living room. He sets up her toys and playpen before he comes back into the kitchen, grabbing the formula from the cabinet.
“I was going to see if she’ll eat with us, then make her a bottle,” I tell him. My cheeks flush like always, and I hate it. I'm basically correcting how he takes care of his own child.
Dodge nods. “Good point. I’m going to grab a quick shower. Do you mind making some extra for me?”
I look over at him, a little confused. “Of course. I didn’t—it’s for all of us.”
He winks at me again, leaving me there lost in my thoughts as I glance over at Winnie every once in a while to make sure she’s okay.
I had thought it would be more awkward after my dream, but it’s easy to see how different they are.
The Dodge in my dream had been cocky and domineering.
In person, Dodge is still just as fucking hot, but there’s a carefulness about him, like he’s afraid to startle me.
Like he knows to be gentle, and that makes my stomach flutter with butterflies.