Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Henry
My heart is pounding painfully in my chest. I know I’ve fucked up here in a bunch of different ways. Letting her take me on the bed like that was a huge mistake. Going in raw and spilling my seed in her perfect teenage cunt—the hottest thing ever.
But also a mistake.
The worst fuck up of all, though, was getting mad about it. What’s done is done. And I should have had more patience and understanding around it because it was hot. But it was also what she needed, and I stomped all over both of those things.
Now she’s leaving, and she wants to take a fucking Uber?
No fucking way.
“You’re cute,” I repeat, closing the gap between us. “When you’re mad, and when you’re happy. You’re cute all the fucking time, and I know this is hard on you. It’s hard on me, too. I’m sorry for everything I said in there. I’m a bonehead. Can I try again?”
She nods warily.
“I’m going to miss the hell out of you,” I confess.
“I need to let you go right now, for my reasons. I know you know yourself. I shouldn’t have said that.
I believe you when you say that I’m what you need.
But I’m a grown-ass man who is tangled up in his feelings for a teenager, and that’s not something I can just do, easily, without giving you a million outs. ”
“I don’t want any outs.”
“I know.” I gather her in my arms. “Just humor me. Go to college. Have fun. Not condom-free fun, though.”
“Don’t worry about that,” she mumbles into my shirt. “That’s just for you.”
“Not for me either.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’ll stock up on condoms for when you want to visit.”
She jerks her head up. “Really?”
“How about a standing Sunday dinner date? I hear the cafeterias serve less food on the weekends.”
“Saturday and Sunday. With a sleepover.”
“Just Sunday, but you can come over early.”
“Henry—”
I cut her off, kissing her. Fuck. Yes, I want the sleepover. I want her to unpack right now and never leave.
We cannot slide down the slippery slope.
We hold hands on the drive to campus. Her little fingers grip my hand with a fierceness that matches the way she fucked me an hour ago.
The tension in my truck is brutal. This isn’t how I want her collegiate career to begin, with her thoughts tangled up in the apartment above a shop across town.
When I park in the designated lot closest to her dorm, I turn the truck off but don’t get out.
“Henry, I want—”
“—Listen, Summer, I need. . .”
We both stop and stare at each other.
“Let me go first,” I say, lifting her hand to my mouth so I can kiss her fingertips. “God, you’re so sweet. And fierce. I see that, and I love it. I’m sorry that today got so messy.”
“I’m not.”
“I said, let me talk first.” I frown at her.
She pouts back.
“I want you to know how important you are to me. I want you to hold that tight and believe it because the last thing you should be doing this week is worrying about how an old man feels about you. I am yours. Team Summer, always and forever. I want you to enjoy the fuck out of your first year at college. All four years. And I’m really fucking happy that I’m just a phone call away if you need me.
It doesn’t just need to be Sunday dinner. ”
“I’m going to call. And visit. A lot.”
“You’re going to focus on school, first and foremost.”
“Now, who’s bossy?”
“Me, and that’s how it should be.” I lean across the console and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Come here. Let me kiss you goodbye properly, here, where nobody can see how hard you make me. And then I’m going to help you get settled in your room.”
“I’ll kiss you there, too.”
“If we’re alone.”
She squirms in her seat.
I sip at her lips, not in any hurry. This might be the final taste for a while, and I want it to last us both until Sunday dinner. She tastes bright and young, full of potential. Her tongue is so talented now, and she puts it to good use, teasing and licking at me just the way I like.
We’ve spent the summer so deeply entwined, it’s no wonder it’s hard to say goodbye. She knows me better than anyone ever has.
I hope she knows how much I value our connection.
My head is buzzing, and my arms feel heavy by the time I let her go. She gives me one final chaste kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the truck.
I take her suitcases and follow her to reception, where she checks in and gets her room key for the first time.
She’s lucked out, getting a rare private room. It’s small and at the end of a hall, next to the stairs.
I look around the utilitarian space and nod enthusiastically for her benefit. “This is excellent.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s great.”
“Your best dad impression is duly noted.”
That tugs at my gut in a weird and secretly good way. Sometimes I forget I’m supposed to be her temporary guardian, not that she needs one anymore. I’m glad I’m still filling that role a bit while mostly thinking about getting her naked.
“Five days until Sunday pot roast.” I’m intent on being upbeat here.
“Five lonely nights.” She glances around the room and out into the hallway, then slowly closes the door. Flips the lock shut. “I’m going to miss you so much, Daddy.”
I don’t stop her when she slides to her knees. I tangle my hand in her hair and lean back against the door. Temporary guardian responsibilities are highly overrated compared to the wet, hot perfection of her mouth.
She shows up first thing Sunday morning, coffees in hand, and hangs out while I work a half-day in the shop.
As soon as I flip the closed sign around, she’s dragging me upstairs.
We fuck on the couch, her riding me. She’s on her period, but neither of us cares.
I can’t get enough of her. After I blow my load inside her the first time, I carry her to the shower, press her up against the wall, and do it again.
Her breasts are sensitive in a good way, tight nipples that need sucking and a little squeeze to tighten her pussy around me and milk another release from Daddy.
We’re insatiable. After breaking for dinner, we sprawl naked in bed until it’s dark, and I let her talk me into staying for the night.
I wake up in the middle of the night with her mouth on my cock and haul her up my body. I hold her there, pinned down on top of me, and piston my cock in and out of her cunt.
Dawn is just breaking when I return her to campus. We say goodbye in the truck this time, and there’s no tension.
“See you next weekend,” she says, all breathless and happy from the nineteen million orgasms over the last twenty-four hours.
“Study hard this week.”
“I will.” She flashes a brilliant smile, and then she’s gone, running across the grass to her dorm.
I head back to Main Street and open the shop.
Maybe, just maybe, this is going to work out.