6
TATE
“You’re creeping me out, Tate. Stop staring like that.”
I was pulled out of my thought by Ronan, and I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting on the bed next to me.
“Like what?”
“You keep staring at the wall and won’t listen to me. I’ve been calling out your name for ten minutes or so.”
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
“About what? Is everything okay?”
I smiled at him and nodded. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Okay. Still…can you stop staring like that?”
I pursed my lips and shrugged. “I can try. It just happens. Sometimes my mind just goes places.”
“I noticed. It’s creepy. Like you’re possessed by some weird demon that isn’t good at its job.”
“Why would a demon be bad at its job?” I asked, frowning at him.
“Jesus, I don’t know, Tate. It was supposed to be a metaphor but I couldn’t come up with a good one.”
I laughed and turned away from him to turn off the light on my nightstand. “I’m going to sleep. You should too.”
“I’m gonna read a few chapters first.”
“Don’t fall asleep with the light on again.”
“I won’t,” he assured me, but he didn’t keep his promise.
I woke up about an hour later, and he had fallen asleep while reading, with the book open on his chest, and the light on his side still on.
I sighed and got up from the bed, walked around it, and took the book off his chest to place it on the nightstand. After that, I turned off the light and walked back around the bed, but I stopped when I heard something walking around the cabin.
Walking up to the bedroom door, I opened it slightly to look outside. I caught a glimpse of Dad as he walked down the narrow hallway and into the kitchen, and my excitement grew.
I looked back to Ronan, making sure he was still asleep, before I headed out of the room and closed the door behind me. I tried to make as little noise as possible, but the floorboards creaked at every step that I took.
When I got to the living area, I saw Dad standing by the sink, holding a glass in his hand. He was reaching for the tap, but he stopped when he sensed me standing there.
He turned his head and sighed, putting the glass down, and turning around to face me. “It’s late, Tate. You should be in bed,” he said, his voice low.
“Ronan left the light on, and I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?” I stood on the other side of the kitchen island, placing my hands on the counter.
“I need a glass of water.”
I studied him and pursed my lips. “No sex tonight?”
He furrowed his brows at my question. “What?”
“Did you and Mom argue? You barely talked to each other after dinner.”
“We’re fine.”
“So why didn’t you have sex?”
“Tate.” He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “You have to stop saying shit like that.”
“I already watched you. What’s so bad about me asking?”
“It’s inappropriate.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and tilted my head to the side, shrugging. “I know, but it was also inappropriate of you to let me watch.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
He already told me why he didn’t send me away last night, and it was clear that he enjoyed me standing behind that door while he fucked Mom.
“Go to bed, Tate.”
“Can you give me a hug first?”
He wanted to say no, but that would’ve been rude. “Fine.”
Amused by his annoyance, I walked around the island to stand in front of him. He didn’t move, so I took the first step and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my body against his, waiting for him to hug me back.
But he didn’t, and I was about to whine about it when he took me by surprise. Both his hands gripped my hair, and he forced me down to my knees.
A growl left him as he pressed me against the drawers, with his hands tilting back my head, and pressing his crotch against my face.
“Dirty girl…” he said through gritted teeth.
I looked up at him, needing a moment to realize what was happening. But I was enjoying this already, with my heart beating loud in my chest.
“Is this what you want?”
I nodded, starting to grin as my courage rose.
“You should be punished. Shit, baby, you need to be spanked. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mh-hmm.” I moved my lips, feeling his cock under the thin fabric of his boxers.
“You want more? You’d love to have my cock in your mouth.”
I wanted exactly that, but knowing him, he’d make me wait for it.
Hell, he’d make me beg.
His fingers gripped my hair tighter, and he pressed himself harder against my mouth, letting me feel just how hard he was getting. “Fucking beautiful. I love those eyes. Love when you watch me with all that desire.”
I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t talk. He was making it hard for me to use my voice when he was pressing himself against my mouth.
“This is thrilling to you, huh? Pushing my damn limits and seeing how far you can take this without getting caught. I like that. I really do, and I know I shouldn’t. But, fuck…who could ever say no to you?”
I had him wrapped around my little finger, and all there was left to do for him was simply accept it. He didn’t want the others to know about this, so he would have to play along. But it was hard for him, and that’s why he kept pushing me away.
I understood, in a way, but I wished it would’ve been easier for us. If we could’ve just been open about each other’s feelings, things would be better. But that wasn’t possible.
Dad continued to rub his cock against my mouth, and my lips slid along his hardness. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, and I dared to reach up and tug at his shorts.
He immediately stopped me, grabbing my hand with one of his while keeping the other in my hair. “Not now, Tate.”
I sighed and dropped my hand again. Maybe waiting for more wasn’t so bad. It was never a good idea to rush things, and if I wanted this with Dad to work, I needed to let him lead.
Dad muttered a curse as he stepped away from me, helping me back up to my feet. He cupped my face with both hands and studied me closely before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Be patient.”
I would have to try.
But for him, I’d do anything.
“Okay.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wishing I could stay this close to him all the whole time.
He didn’t move away. Instead, he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, with his hands on my hips now. Shivers ran down my spine, and I used my hands to touch his chest, taking advantage of this moment. “Can you kiss me, Daddy?”
He tensed at my question, and his fingers dug into my hips. “You know I can’t, Tate.”
“Nobody will know. Just one kiss. Please, Daddy.”
His hands moved to my ass, and he squeezes it tightly. “No, Tate.” He moved away before I knew it, and he turned away to grab the glass off the counter. “Go to bed.”
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, and while my first instinct was to argue, I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.
Fine.
“Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.”
“Love you too.” He didn’t turn around to look at me while he said it, but I knew he meant it.
It took me a moment to leave the kitchen, and when I finally did, I headed straight back to the bedroom where Ronan was still sleeping. I got back into bed and hoped to fall asleep quickly.
Maybe in my dreams I could get Dad to kiss me.