Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Summer
The next day I go to campus. I have a meeting with someone in the student services department who helps me pick an elective course, and then I go to the bookstore to pick up some textbooks. I even run into a few classmates I met at the orientation sessions.
Compared to how nervous I was at the start of the summer, it’s a fun, easy day. I’m excited about the start of classes now.
I stop at Brewed Awakening, a coffee shop just on the edge of campus—a rival for the best coffee in town compared to Wake Up Call, the shop down the street from Henry’s barbershop. I get Henry an iced decaf and a peach iced tea for myself.
As I walk back to Main Street, I think about how pretty Conception Ridge is, with its leafy, tree-lined streets and cozy rows of houses.
I can’t imagine wanting to leave here and go to Los Angeles, but then again, I didn’t grow up here.
It’s probably just the way life goes—wherever you grow up, there will be some impulse to try another pace of life.
But so far, I really like small-town living. Especially this small town, with its super sexy barber and two delicious coffee shops.
Henry is mid-cut when I get back to the barbershop, so I check the appointment list. It looks like this is his last customer. A haircut and a shave. I pull out a textbook and start reading as I sip my tea, or at least I try to read.
Mostly I find myself watching how Henry works.
I hop up and offer to sweep when he’s all done. Henry gives me a grateful smile that makes me all tingly.
“I got you a coffee,” I tell him once we’re alone. “Decaf, because it’s late.”
“Worried I won’t get to sleep?” There’s something extra warm in his gaze as he looks at me over his coffee and takes a sip.
“I like it when we go to sleep together.”
“Me, too.” I know he’s thinking about last night when he says that. Thinking about us using our mouths on each other and how hot that was.
“Henry?”
“Mmm?”
I climb into the barber chair and hitch one leg over the arm. My skirt crawls up my thigh.
Henry looks at me, his eyes hooded, his gaze hard to read. Am I going to get into trouble for being dirty downstairs?
“Do the blinds close all the way?”
His chest rises and falls twice before he answers. “Yes.”
“I want you to shave me the same way you shaved that customer.”
He laughs. “It won’t be anything like that.”
“Hot towel treatment, careful attention to detail. . . I think it will.”
“When did you get so bossy?” But he closes the blinds.
Locks the door.
Prepares the hot towels.
Shaving cream.
The brush.
A straight razor and a safety razor, side by side, neatly on a towel.
Everything is laid out just so. Proper. And then there’s me, a wanton hussy sprawled in his chair. “I think I’ve always been bossy?”
“Let’s not confuse bratty and bossy.” He looks amused, though.
“Do you think I’m a brat?”
“I think for the first time in your life, you’ve found someone you can manipulate a little, and you’re having fun.
” He catches my chin firmly between his finger and his thumb.
“But don’t forget that I let you do that because you’re a very good girl who deserves to have some fun. You’re not actually the boss of me.”
I shiver. No, I don’t think I am. If anything, I want Henry to be in charge. I like it when he lays down the law. “You’re the boss,” I whisper.
“I’m the. . .” He swallows the next word.
“Daddy?”
“Fucking hell, Summer.”
“I like it.” When he doesn’t say anything, I try to drop it. Try and fail. “Do you like it?”
“Nosy girls don’t get their pussies shaved.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He slides his hand around to the back of my neck and squeezes there. “Yes, I like it. But it’s complicated.”
“Everything is.”
He raises his eyebrows, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “In fact, yes. Everything is. Now stop with the questions so I can get to work here.”
He uses the trimmer first, getting rid of my bush in a few quick zips. All that remains is short stubble, and he smooths his fingers over my mound once I’m basically bare. “Some people like it just like this.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” He huffs a laugh and kisses me deeply. “I like it every which way, Summer. I like you, and your pussy is beautiful.”
“Thank you, Mr. Body Positivity.”
“What do you think of this?”
“It’s nice.” I spread my legs wider. “But it’s not what I want.”
“The customer is always right.” He gets two hot towels and covers me with them after tucking a dry towel under my butt.
Then he prepares the soap and gets a special bottle I haven’t seen before.
“What’s that?”
“I’m not putting the usual aftershave balm on your sugar-sweet skin, baby.”
“You got me my own aftershave balm?”
He doesn’t answer that question.
Which makes me grin. Henry never answers the questions with the dirtiest answers. “What else have you secretly prepared for me, Daddy?”
“Everything,” he says gruffly. “I told you. I have all sorts of bad thoughts. Now hold still.”
I sigh happily as he crouches in front of me. I don’t think it’s an angle he’s ever shaved someone before in this chair, but he carefully stretches my skin this way and that so he can remove the hair.
His touch is magical, making me hot and needy, quickly getting me as bare as a baby’s bottom at the same time.
When he wipes away the last traces of shaving cream, I moan at the sensation. My skin feels so sensitive, and everything is heightened.
The Beaver Balm—actually its name—that he applies after feels amazing. Or maybe that’s just his fingers moving against my bare little cunt.
“Stop making those sounds,” Henry demands.
“What sounds?”
“The Daddy, please fuck me sounds.”
“Will you fuck me?”
He doesn’t say no. Another non-answer that fills me with joy.
“Henry. . .”
He kisses the inside of my thigh.
“There’s only a week left before I move to campus.”
“I know.” His breath is higher now, right against my freshly shaved pussy. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” His lips brush my skin, and I jump. “I’m so sensitive.”
“That’s the idea.” He looks up at me. “Want to come on Daddy’s face before dinner?”