Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Ford
She can’t mean any of this. She must still be feverish.
Her thigh doesn’t feel hot, pressed against my hand. The urge to take the blatant offer and haul her into my lap is almost impossible to resist.
I manage to anyway, and the howling protest of my inner demons is reflected in the scowl on her face as I pull my hand back from her flesh.
Standing, I put my hands on her shoulders and turn her around, pointing her back to the stairs.
“You should go to bed,” I murmur in her ear.
“I’m not tired.”
“Then I should feed you.” I step around her and head for the stairs myself.
“I’m not hungry,” she hollers after me.
I ignore her.
In the kitchen, I pull out a bottle of wine, some cheese, and an apple.
Neely stomps past me, grabs the wine, and puts it back in the fridge. “We need to be sober for this.”
“For you to go to sleep, wait out the storm, and then go home to your parents’ place unmolested? No, I don’t think I need to be sober for that.”
She hops up on the counter beside me with the enthusiasm of a nineteen-year-old. Because—
“I’m not hungry or tired. I’m horny.” She says it bluntly, like she’s all grown up and casual about sex, but her cheeks turn pink.
“I can’t help you with that.”
She catches my hand and pulls me sideways until I’m standing in front of her—between her legs. She shifts to the edge of the counter, and now she’s in my arms. “That’s not what I want you to say.”
“It’s all that I’ve got.” My erection says otherwise, and we both know it.
She grinds her hips against me, my T-shirt riding up so I can see her panties pulled tight against her mound as she rubs on my cock.
“Neely—” The raw fucking need in my voice kills me because it matches the look on her face. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
“I’m trying to be a good man here.”
“I don’t want you to be good.” She tosses her hair and pokes me in the chest, her gaze triumphant even as I still feel lost in a storm. “I want you to be free.”
How did she know? How could she know?
Her fingers climb my torso slowly, like a filthy game of Itsy Bitsy Spider. “I see you, Ford. You’ve been wound tight my entire life. When do you let go?”
Never. “Letting go is dangerous.”
“That’s not healthy.”
“I’m not healthy.”
“Says who?”
Society. I don’t answer her. She can’t know what’s in my head. Daddy wants you to be quiet. . .
“Tell me,” she breathes. It’s a command from a little girl who should know better. No, who should be too fucking innocent to realize that I have dark secrets I don’t want to share.
Before I can move away, she leans back on her hands and brings her knees up, resting her heels on the counter. “I have fantasies about you. Would you feel better about sharing your sordid thoughts if I shared mine?”
“No.”
She grins. “So you do have sordid thoughts.”
I laugh out loud. It’s harsh and cruel, and she doesn’t even blink. “Everyone has sordid thoughts, Neely.”
“Not like mine.”
“Your sweet little Daddy fantasies?” I crowd against her now, letting her feel the heavy press of my raging cock against her warm cunt. “Those aren’t as deviant as you think, sweetheart. Every girl on Tinder wants to call men Daddy.”
Her face goes blank. “And do you let them?”
No. Because none of them are her. I haven’t had a woman in my arms in. . . I shake my head. I change the subject. “My point is that it doesn’t make you dirty.”
“It’s not just the name.” She catches her lower lip, all gentle innocence now. “What if I want someone to be gentle and teach me everything I need to know? Let me be. . . little and tell me to keep it a—”
“But that’s not me.” I cut her off, even as my pulse pounds. Our secret, nobody can know.
“So my first time should be with someone else?” She’s breathless now, her eyes big as she stares at me.
Fuck, no. “That’s not what I mean.”
“It’s what you just said.”
“Because I’m not thinking straight,” I growl. “You’re too young for a first time.”
Her pink cheeks are back. “Only in role-play, Daddy. In reality, I’m well past the age where touching me is legal.”
“That’s not what your parents would say.”
“Then they don’t know shit about the laws in Oregon.” She slides her legs back down to swing off the edge of the counter and sits up. “But you know what? If you don’t want me, that’s—”
“I didn’t say that.” I hook my hand around the back of her neck, my fingers big there, covering her whole nape.
I gentle my touch and stroke my thumb up and down the side of her neck.
“God, Neely, you have me all tangled up. But don’t think for a second I don’t see how beautiful you are.
If I were any other man, I’d want to do so right by you.
Woo you and put a ring on your finger. Convince you to give this old man babies to fill all the rooms upstairs. ”
“Be that man,” she whispers. “Be free. I want that, too.”
I shake my head.
She catches my face in her hands, her fingers cool against my skin. It’s a sweet, kind touch that makes my cock pulse, a little seed spilling out the tip. She’s good, and I’m—
“No,” she says firmly. “Whatever shameful place your mind just went, that’s not the truth.
Whoever told you your dirty thoughts weren’t normal, that your very healthy imagination that wants to breed me is wrong—fuck them.
They’re not here right now. This is you and me, and I know we want the same thing.
Are you going to tell me I’m broken? That I’m a perverted little girl who wants bad things and is a bad person for wanting them? ”
“You’re perfect. Don’t ever say that about yourself.”
“Then show me,” she whispers. “Show me I’m perfect. Show me I’m not broken and that there’s nothing wrong with wanting you the way I do.”
I capture her mouth, her lips soft and innocent and sweet against mine, and I have my first taste of little Neely McIntosh. A kiss I’ve imagined hundreds of times and none of those fantasies touch the reality of how she trembles and breathes and throbs against me.
My tongue slides against hers, teaching her to kiss Daddy like a big girl, showing her how good it can feel. But when she gasps, then wriggles closer, that’s not a fantasy. That’s all Neely, my beautiful girl. The maddening desire that makes my spine itch shifts to something deeper.
She’s kissing me back. Eagerly. Hungrily.
Her hands tangle in my hair, holding on to me as she gives as good as she gets, her tongue spearing back at me.
I groan around her exploration, letting her take over, letting her climb right into my body.
Then she’s in my arms, and I’m striding to the bed where I thought I was tucking her in for the night not that long ago.