Chapter 18 #2
“Shh, I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you,” Beau said. He shifted them so she could rest her hands on the wall in front of them while he widened her legs. Confident fingers found her clit, making her cry out as he rubbed the swollen nub.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, pretty baby.”
Palmer felt his cock sliding though her folds before he eased inside of her. He was big, almost impossibly big, but the stretch felt so good. Closing her eyes, she let the sensations overwhelm her.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. You feel so good,” he praised, sliding in until Palmer felt his pubic hair on her backside.
“Daddy,” she cried. It felt so good, but she needed something more.
“I’ve got you, baby, you’re so close aren’t you,” he almost growled. He rubbed her clit with two fingers, firm and fast. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight it. Let it feel good,” he coached, sliding in and out.
Everything inside her felt tight and so impossibly good. “I think I’m com…” was all she got out before pleasure crashed over her, stealing her words and her breath.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” Beau said, working his shaft in and out of her. “You’re taking me so well, pretty baby. Fuck!” he yelled.
Palmer could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as he unloaded his seed.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, holding her close and kissing her back.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” he asked, pulling out of her and turning her in his arms.
“That was magical.”
Chuckling, Beau nodded. “I told you it would be, pretty baby.”
“If it’s always that good, I might die.”
“It would be a hell of a way to go, Palmer.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Thank you, pretty baby. That was beautiful.”
Beau’s phone rang from his pants pocket, echoing in the small bathroom. The notification read off Sam’s name, making Palmer giggle. “I think we’re very late, Daddy.”
“Finally, I didn’t think you were ever going to get here!” Pippi exclaimed from the entrance of the Italian restaurant.
Palmer giggled. “Sorry! We hurried as fast as we could.”
“Your Daddy was fussing with his hair wasn’t he? It’s always those curls’ fault,” Uncle Sam teased, hugging her close. He had a knowing look in his eye that made Palmer blush fifty shades of red.
Piper giggled again.
“Hello, sweet girl,” Auntie Catherine said, squeezing her tight.
“Hello, Auntie Catherine.”
“Did you know they have smiley-face pizzas here?” Pippi asked, hopping around in excitement. “They’re to die for.”
Palmer joined in Pippi’s hopping. The Little girl’s excitement was contagious.
“Oh no. It looks like we have two jumping beans,” Beau teased. He picked Palmer up before she got hurt.
“Palmer, did you know about the crafting class for tomorrow?”
Palmer shook her head.
“It’s so we can decorate our own flip-flops for May 28th.”
Beau felt Palmer tense in his arms. He squeezed her gently, giving her soft reassurance.
“I’m not going to participate in that day,” Palmer said, frowning.
“Is it because you don’t like the way flip-flops rub your toes?”
Palmer shook her head.
“Is it because they make you waddle like a penguin? It’s okay. They do that to Daddy too.”
Palmer giggled before turning serious. “No. M-May the 28th was the day my foster family was going to kick me out. If Master Derek hadn’t let me come here, I’d probably be living on the street.
I’m really thankful for how my life turned out, but it’s a hard day.
Daddy and I are going to pick out a special present for me to help that day not be so super hard. ”
“I’m sorry, Palmer,” Pippi said, sincerely.
“That’s okay, you didn’t know and I think I do need to talk about it more, so that maybe it’s not so scary.”
Beau was so proud of Palmer.
“Have you thought about what kind of present you want yet?” Catherine asked.
“Not really,” Palmer said.
“Maybe a puppy,” Pippi said. She was sitting on her knees.
“I think it would be hard to have a puppy in an apartment on the Ranch,” Auntie Catherine explained, guiding Pippi to sit on her bottom in the chair.
“Yeah,” Palmer agreed. “It’s not a super lot of space.”
“Maybe you could have a party! Like a welcome home party,” Pippi said.
“Why?” Palmer asked.
“Because Rawhide Ranch loves you, sweet girl, and they want to celebrate you finding a Daddy,” Beau explained sweetly.
“We’ve been rooting for you since you got here, little one. We’re so happy to see you growing,” Uncle Sam added.
“That’s really nice,” Palmer said. Her throat was tight with emotion.
“And you’d get prezzies!” Pippi exclaimed.
“Oh, maybe people could just come to the party. I don’t need gifts. If I could, I’d give Ms. Hammond all the gifts.”
“Who’s Ms. Hammond?” Piper asked. “I don’t think I’ve met her yet. Have you, Daddy?”
Sam shook his head. “No, sweetie, I don’t believe so.”
“That’s because she doesn’t live on the Ranch.
She owned the laundromat where I lived before I came here.
She was always friendly and caring whenever I went there to use the WiFi,” Palmer explained.
“She’d bring me a warm towel to dry off if I’d gotten wet in the rain and always gave me a snack.
She’d pretend she just couldn’t eat another bite or had just bought too many even though I knew she didn’t have a lot of extra money to spend. ”
“She sounds like a wonderful woman,” Sam said softly.
“She is,” Palmer said with a shaky smile as she looked around the table. “Besides, I already have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Catherine pressed her hand to her heart and Beau understood her emotions. He was feeling the same way.
Piper suddenly rose up on her knees again. “Not everything! You could ask for babies!”
Palmer held up Allysa. “I have a baby.”
“You can have more than one baby doll.” Pippi giggled.
Palmer looked confused and it pulled at Beau’s heart.
“Maybe your baby would like a friend,” Sam suggested.
Their conversation was interrupted when Pippi fell from her chair.
Sam and Catherine jumped up to help her up. “That’s why we sit on our bottom, young lady,” Sam said, eyebrows raised sternly.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’m just so excited to have dinner with Palmer.”
“Calm down a bit or you’re going to come sit between me and Mommy understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you okay?” Palmer asked when her friend was settled back into her chair.
“Yas, huh. I’m A-okay. Well, maybe P-okay cause my name is Pippi.”
Palmer laughed, reaching for her napkin, but her elbow caught her milk glass.
It tipped before she even realized what she’d done. Chocolate milk spilled across the table in a dark wave, flooding over the lace tablecloth. Some of it splashed onto Palmer’s lap, creating a dark stain.
For a second she didn’t move, but Beau was already grabbing napkins to clean the spill.
“Oh no,” she whispered. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Hey, hey,” Beau said, kneeling so he could face her. He grabbed another stack of napkins and started soaking up the milk before it could drip onto the floor.
“It’s okay,” he said calmly. “It’s just chocolate milk.”
Palmer shook her head, wiping at her face even though the tears kept coming. “I ruined everything.”
“You absolutely did not,” Beau said. “It was just an accident.”
Pippi had already pushed her menu out of the puddle. “Honestly, this is the first time we’ve been here that it wasn’t me who knocked something off.”
Auntie Catherine handed over more napkins. “That’s very true.”
Uncle Sam leaned over, using a coaster to stop the milk from dripping off the table. “Milk cleaner-up reporting for duty!”
Palmer sniffed, trying to breathe normally again.
Daddy turned toward her, his voice gentle. He wasn’t upset with her in the slightest.
“Look at me, pretty baby,” he said.
She did.
“You didn’t ruin dinner,” he said. “You spilled a drink. That happens to literally everyone.” He dabbed a napkin against the chocolate milk on her dress. “See? Already fixable.”
The server hurried over with a towel. “Oh! Don’t worry about it, it happens all the time.”
Within a minute the table was mostly dry again, and fresh napkins were passed out.
Palmer was still quiet. “Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” he asked, rubbing her leg from his chair.
“Everyone stopped to help me.”
He smiled. “They did.”
“B-because they care about me.”
Beau nodded. “They do very much. You’re very loved, Palmer.”
The waitress placed a new chocolate milk in front of her.
“Maybe you can drink this one and not wear it,” Pippi teased.
Palmer grinned, laughing a bit. “I’ll do my very best,” she answered.
“Do you think chocolate milk comes from brown cows?” Sam asked, lifted his wine to his lips.
“Did you know highland cows aren’t used as dairy cows? Even though they can be milked, their production is very small. They’re good for clearing rough terrain, though,” Palmer volunteered.
“I didn’t know that. How fascinating,” Sam answered.
“There’s a blind highland cow that needs a home. Her name is May. Palmer is a bit fascinated with her,” Beau explained.
“May’s not just a cow,” Palmer said with a shake of her red curls. “She’s a coo.”
“A coo cow!” Piper repeated enthusiastically. “That’s so much coo-ler!”
“Oh! And did you know highland coos, have really pink noses and tongues?”
Beau smiled proudly. “And in case you didn’t know, pink is my Little girl’s favorite color.”