Chapter Four
Of fucking course. Instead of saying that, though, I nodded and smiled.
His shoulders slumped with relief. “Thank fucking god. Come here.”
I obediently crawled over to where he sat, getting into his lap. He didn’t waste any time shoving my pants to the side and playing with my slit. “You’re soaked,” he murmured. “Did sucking Daddy’s cock get you this wet, sweetheart?”
I moaned in response. I don’t think I trusted myself to manage the word yes . I rocked my hips, trying to get him to touch me more.
One of his fingers landed on my clit, and I gasped.
“You like that?” he asked. “You like it when Daddy touches you here? It’s your sensitive spot, isn’t it? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So good.” My voice came out slurred, like I was drunk. “I — I…I want your…”
“Use your words,” he said.
“Your tongue. On my clit. Now. Please.”
“Oh you want Daddy to lick your clit?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
A second later I was on my back, his massive body on top of me. His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled them apart, and then his head was between my legs. I could feel his hot breath against my pussy, and fought the urge to squirm. Every nerve of my body felt like it was on fire.
Using his thumbs, he spread my pussy apart, exposing my clit. Then his wet tongue flattened over it in one long lick.
Holy shit. Holy fucking fuck.
I must’ve jerked with the sensation, but his hands kept me still, stopped me from moving. “Mm,” he groaned, sending vibrations through my pussy. “You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”
I couldn’t respond. All I could do was jerk my hips, wanting his tongue on me again.
He licked my clit again and my legs jerked. “Tell Daddy when you’re ready for fingers.”
“Now,” I begged. “Now, put them in me now.”
“That eager, huh? How many do you want? One?” He pushed one thick digit inside of me. It slid in easily, since I was so wet, and I gasped. “Your pussy’s quivering. Do you want another?”
I nodded.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Put another finger in. I need it. I need it now.”
He shoved a second finger inside and my legs shook. Then he curled his fingers, stroking my g-spot and I felt myself go crazy. I was moaning, wanting more more more.
“You’re so cute. So flustered. Such a needy girl. Daddy will take care of you, okay?”
“Yes, yes, please.” My entire body was tingling, and I could feel the orgasm approach.
“So wet. Can you hear that? Hear that sloppy noise while I finger fuck you?”
“D-daddy,” I whimpered.
“That’s it baby. Come for me. Come for daddy.
” He lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against my clit, and I couldn’t hold on any more.
I came, my pussy clenching down on his fingers as a wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless.
My heart was racing and I could feel sweat cooling on my skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding his fingers out of me and placing a final kiss on my sensitive clit. “I’m so proud of you.”
I made a contented noise, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Tired?” Logan asked.
I nodded. “I haven’t come like that in ages.”
He let out a soft chuckle, rearranged the blankets, and lay down beside me. I fell asleep like that, safe and protected in his arms.
The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back to me. Tim’s hometown. His dad’s house. Meeting Logan. The breakup on the phone. Dinner. Movie.
Then…my cheek heated as I remembered what happened hours before. Waking up with Logan hard against me.
Had that really happened? Or had it been some bizarre sex dream?
No. It had happened. I still felt tender down there, from where his thick fingers had stretched me out.
I flushed. Oh my god. What had I done? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but how would I ever meet Logan’s eyes?
He wasn’t in bed next to me. I sat up, looking around, but there was no sign of him. I strained my ears and heard the rush of a shower.
He was up, then.
I sat in bed, not sure what to do, and a few minutes later he walked into the room fully dressed. I wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved. He was wearing dark jeans and a quarter-zip jumper and he made the simple clothes look good. Really good.
“Morning,” he said, standing in the doorway, looking uncertain.
“Morning,” I replied.
He opened his mouth, about to say something then seemed to think better of it. Silence stretched out between us. “Did you sleep well?” he said finally.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah, I did.”
We looked at each other. I had no idea what else to say.
“Listen,” Logan said, shoving his pockets in his pocket. “About last night…I shouldn’t have let my baser instincts take control like that. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I blinked at him. “Do you regret it?” I asked in a small voice.
I felt something inside me break in two. No. This couldn’t be happening. Son had let me down and now his father was throwing me away too.
“No!” Logan said, eyes flashing wide. He took a few steps forward. “No, I …I enjoyed myself. Very much. I mean, you saw me. I was like an animal.” He looked embarrassed. “But it was a bad idea. You’re twenty four years younger than me, Willow.”
I did the maths in my head. That made him forty-three.
“And you’re my son’s ex-girlfriend,” he continued. “It’s not right. I’m… I’m a sick person for doing what I did.”
“I liked it,” I whispered. “It’s… it’s never been like that before.”
I was telling the truth. Sure, I’d slept with Tim but it had never been that good. Probably because he was more preoccupied with getting himself off than giving me pleasure. Which, now that I thought about it, was just another reason he was a massive dickhead.
Last night…it was like something inside of me had been unlocked. Or like two puzzle pieces had come together, fitting perfectly.
Blushing, I thought of what I’d called him. Daddy . And even now, in the daylight…it felt right.
“Yeah?” Logan said, looking almost hopeful.
I nodded, and for a second, I thought he’d walk over and kiss me. But instead his expression shuttered.
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured, partly to me and partly to himself. “You’re going home today. We probably…we probably won’t see each other again.”
My gut felt like it was a heavy stone. Because he was right. My college was hours away, and now I wasn’t dating Tim, there was no reason for us to ever run into each other.
“Come into the kitchen when you’re ready,” he said, turning to leave. “I’ll make us breakfast.”
When I walked into the kitchen, fifteen minutes later, Logan was at the stove, cooking pancakes as he hummed to himself. Pancakes was unexpected. I thought we’d have toast or cereal.
I whipped out my phone and searched up the bus timetable, not looking forward to sitting in a cramped vehicle with strangers and crying babies. Maybe I’d be able to sleep through the whole trip.
The bus website loaded. Bus services cancelled , read a notice at the top of the site. Frowning, I clicked on it.
“Shit,” I said as I read the whole notice.
“What is it?” Logan asked, turning around and handing me a plate topped with a stack of pancakes.
“My bus has been cancelled. Apparently there’s a strike or something. Services won’t be running for the whole weekend.”
I showed him my phone and he took it from me, mouth moving as he read the announcement. He passed the phone back to me. “I can drive you back. It’s no trouble. I have the whole weekend.”
I shook my head. “I can’t let you do that.” Besides, the idea of being stuck in a car with Logan for four hours…that would be excruciating. “I’ll figure out another way,” I said.
“Alright. But enjoy your pancakes first. You want blueberries?”
I nodded.
He grinned and pulled a carton from the fridge and placed it in front of me. A minute later, he brought his own plate of pancakes over, and sat next to me. I drizzled maple syrup over my breakfast, sprinkled on some berries, then cut into it.
“Mm!” I said as I took a bite. “These are really good.”
He chuckled as he spread some butter over one of his. “You sound so surprised. Should I feel offended?”
“No!” I said. “Okay, maybe I am a bit surprised. I feel like you’re good at everything. Building homes. Reading.” I thought of last night, his head between my legs as his tongue swirled and flicked. My cheeks heated. Yeah, I couldn’t say that part aloud.
From the look on Logan’s face, it was clear he knew what I was thinking about. He cleared his throat. “You’re good at things too.”
I stared at him. Was he talking about my blowjob abilities?
He suddenly blushed. “I mean, you’re clearly very intelligent.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Thank you.”
We settled into silence after that as we finished off breakfast, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Actually, it was really pleasant. The morning sun filtering in through the windows. The distant twittering of birds. The smell of hot pancakes and freshly made coffee.
In another life, I could see myself loving living a life like this. A beautiful house. A strong, kind man —
Willow, what are you doing? Stop it. Don’t fantasize about things you can’t have.
After breakfast, I returned to the guest room.
I sat on the bed, folding my legs beneath me, and looked at my contacts.
My first instinct was to call my friends and tell them everything I happened.
But something stopped me. I knew they’d be sympathetic, and while they were way too nice to ever say, I told you so , I’d feel them thinking it.
How many times had they mentioned that Tim wasn’t good enough for me?
That he didn’t treat me right? I’d brushed off their comments. I’d defended him.
Instead, I video-called my sisters, Ella and Juliet. Since we were family, they couldn’t judge me for my stupidity.
They picked up immediately, both of their faces appearing on my phone screen.
“Hey,” Ella, my older sister said. “How’s Tim’s — what’s wrong?” she said, catching sight of my expression.
“Where are you?” Jules said, squinting at the unfamiliar background.
“I’m at Tim’s dad’s house,” I started, then explained everything to them. To my relief, I didn’t cry — I was done sobbing over Tim. But I could hear how defeated I sounded. “And to top it all off, the bus routes have been cancelled, so I’m stuck here.”
Jules was seething. “Tim’s a fucking loser. He better watch out, ‘cause if I ever run into him —”
“Hold on a sec,” Ella interrupted. “I agree, he deserves a kick up the ass. But let’s focus on one thing at a time. Willow’s stuck in a house with a random old man.”
“He’s not that old,” I felt compelled to say. “He’s only forty-three. And he’s not a complete stranger. He’s actually…really nice,” I finished in a small voice.
Ella looked like she hadn’t heard me. “It’s dangerous, Willow. What if he tries something?”
I tried not to react. “He’s not like that. He’s a gentleman.”
“Is there really no way to get back?” Jules asked.
“Logan — that’s Tim’s dad — offered to drive me back, but I can’t let him do that.”
Ella nodded sagely. “He might kidnap you.”
“He won’t kidnap me,” I corrected. “It’ll just take up a lot of his time and gas.”
“How about asking Mom and Dad to pick you up?” Jules suggested.
I buried my head in my hands. “No. The only thing worse than being stuck at a stranger’s house is asking my parents to drive all the way here to pick me up.
I’ll never hear the end of it.” This was my first year living away from my parents.
I was supposed to be a proper adult. I didn’t want to be the youngest daughter who always needed to be babied.
“Hang on,” Ella said. I saw her pick up a diary and flick through the pages. “Jordan and I are going away for a night…”
Jordan was her boyfriend. When I’d first heard about him, I’d been skeptical, because he seemed like a typical fuckboy. But actually, he was completely obsessed with and devoted to my sister, which was everything Ella deserved.
“We could pick you up on the way back to the city, but that won’t be until Monday.” I opened up my maps app and checked the route. If they picked me up, they’d have to go an hour out of their way, but at least it wasn’t an eight-hour round trip.
“That’s okay,” I said. “I can wait until Monday.” It just meant I’d have to stay in Logan’s house for two more nights. I’d have to ask him if that was alright.
“Or,” Ella said, “we could try and grab you earlier, but —”
“No,” I interrupted. If Ella picked me up early, it would interrupt her weekend getaway with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to do that to her.
Ella worked long hours and barely ever had time for holidays.
She deserved a break. I could handle waiting two more nights.
“Monday is perfect. Thank you so much, Ella.”
“It’s nothing. That’s what big sisters are for.”
“You need anything, call us immediately, okay?” Jules said.
Afterwards, we spent a few minutes catching up.
Jules, like me, was still in college, though she was spending her spring break in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Ben.
They’d actually started out as roommates.
I’d met Ben a few times, and he wasn’t what I expected.
He was shy and nerdy, but he suited Jules perfectly.
Before we ended the call, I assured my sisters that I was perfectly safe and Logan wasn’t a creep. He wouldn’t do anything, I insisted to them, hoping my face didn’t betray the lie.