Chapter 7
Ipaced the small space between the kitchen and living area before I caught sight of my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that looked out towards the Vegas Strip.
But I didn’t stare at the neon lights or even the clear star-filled sky like I usually did.
Nope, my eyes were on what I was wearing.
I glanced down at the cutesy pink and white pajama pants I’d paired with a black tee and felt my lips twitch upward.
Jesus Christ, if the guys could see me now, I’d never hear the end of it.
Hello Kitty pj pants weren’t really tough.
Not that I cared. Not when in minutes, I’d be matching my princess.
I’d seen them in the store, and they’d immediately made me think of Jessie.
I’d wanted to do something nice to celebrate her first week of work and of us being a thing, and when I’d spotted a pair in my size, I thought she’d get a kick out of matching with her daddy during movie night.
I wanted to do something special to show her just how important she was to me.
That this thing between us wasn’t temporary or some kind of fun friends-with-benefits situation.
I wanted her to know without a doubt that daddy wasn’t going anywhere.
I like us being a team, her sweet voice ping-ponged in my head, and an easiness grew from it.
I’d seen the slightly overwhelmed look she’d had on her face when I mentioned being a family and the future.
I hadn’t been able to keep my stupid trap shut, but I wasn’t going to regret it.
Not when it gave my sweet girl some insight as to what I wanted and where this was going to go.
She hadn’t hated the idea; it’d just been a surprise to her, and I had to give her some time to let the thought grow roots.
The door creaked open, and I turned to see her walk out. Her head turned while she shut the bedroom door before finding me staring at her. Those pretty, dark eyes widened, and then I watched as her face transformed into the most beautiful I’d seen up till then.
“We match!” She grinned. The two of were us like magnets, unable to stay away from one another as we strode to meet in the middle.
“How they fit?” I asked since I’d had to guess the size. She glanced down, and when those pretty bedroom eyes connected with mine, my cock started to get hard.
“They’re so soft and comfortable.”
“Thought they’d be nice to lounge in after a long day.” That pretty shade of tanned pink that was quickly becoming my favorite color rose over the apples of cheeks.
“Thank you, Shawn,” she said softly. Her hand rose and touched my chest. “You’re so thoughtful.”
“Anything for you, baby girl.”
“I’ll pay you back when I get my—“ I didn’t let her finish talking because I lifted her up and over my shoulder. She squealed and her body froze for a second before she started to giggle.
“What are you doing?” She laughed, the sound filling my soul in a way I didn’t know was possible.
How the fuck am I thirty-eight years old and am still learning shit like this?
I had a feeling she’d be teaching me a lot about myself from here on out.
I set her down on the ground in front of the couch before sitting and pulling her right on top of me.
“That right there was payback.”
“What?” She breathed. “What was?”
“Your laughter.” I was probably laying it on thick, but it was like this fluffy sweetness she’d brought out of me had a chokehold on me. She swallowed hard and looked at me with bright eyes.
“Shawn—“
“Daddy,” I corrected. She licked her lips.
“Daddy, please…” Her gaze dropped from mine, but I used the tips of my fingers to tip her chin up.
“What, Jessie? I need you to use your words, baby.”
“Please don’t break my heart.” Her words made this overprotective warrior inside of me surge to life. One ready to battle anything and everything for her.
“Baby, breaking your heart would demolish mine. I swear, this is me and you. Us.” I had no fucking idea if I was making sense, and by the slightly confused yet hopeful look on her face, I had a feeling I was failing.
“We’re an us?” she asked, and I quirked a brow upward.
“What do you think we’re doing here, princess?”
“I…” She paused.
“I told you I’ve never done this. Never brought someone to my room or my world like I have with you.”
“I like you,” she blurted. My chest puffed up like a god damn peacock.
“I more than like you, Shawn,” she whispered as her own hand rose and stroked the side of my face, her fingers skimming my beard in a way that felt like a fucking claim.
Good. I wanted that. I was hers. “I just… I haven’t done this…
don’t have a lot of experience dating and—“
“Shh,” I soothed, feeling her anxiousness start to ramp up.
“Breathe for me, princess.” She did as she was told and I nodded.
“Good girl. This“—I took her hand and let it rest over my heart—“Is already yours. I’m yours. I want to be the man you count on. The one who takes care of you in every single way. The one and only man who wipes away any tears, makes you smile and laugh, and gives you so much pleasure you forget your name.”
“That’s…” She rolled her hips like she’d done earlier. It was a fucking miracle I somehow didn’t go cross-eyed at how fucking good she felt.
Denim to denim earlier got me close, but nothing but these thin, soft sleep pants? Those would fucking have me embarrassing myself like some kind of one-pump chump.
“I like that,” she finally said, her tone breathy with need. “I want… I want to be yours, too. I want to take care of you and make you laugh and love you.”
“Do you?” I asked like a bastard, putting her on the spot. Her fingers clenched the material of my tee. “You’re safe with me, Jessie. I swear to god, baby, nothing will ever touch you. Not ever again.”
“What if… what if he comes looking for me?”
“Then you trust in daddy to do what?” I asked.
“Take care of me,” she answered. I nodded, pressing my forehead against hers. I wanted to fucking kiss her, slam my mouth against hers, but I knew the moment I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And this was a conversation we needed to get done and out of the way before we went there.
“Exactly. I’d take care of it.” My voice sounded hoarse in my own ears. “The days where you had to worry or carry the world on your shoulders alone are gone, princess,” I vowed like an oath.
She was mine.
My dream, my world, my religion, my queen. My everything.
She pulled away, and when our eyes connected, my breath hitched in the back of my throat. “I love you, Shawn. It’s fast—“
“But it’s right,” I cut her off roughly. My hand moved up and to the back of her thigh, cupping her generous ass.
“I love you, too, Jessie. Love you in a way I didn’t know was possible,” I confessed. A breath escaped from the back her throat.
“Movie night,” I tried to remind us, but movie night could fucking wait. I moved forward, placing my other hand on the small of her back. My sweet girl didn’t move; she waited until our lips were so close we shared the same fucking breath.
“We should seal this with a kiss, don’t you think?” I rasped, and she nodded, lips parted as her eyes slowly fluttered shut. “Give me the words, princess. Tell me it’s okay to kiss you.”
“Kiss me, Daddy. I need you,” she moaned, and my control snapped. I pulled her forward, and the second her mouth was on mine, it was a mix between finally, fucking finally coming home and gasoline hitting a fire.
Blazing heat with sweet warmth.
Everything in my world shifted and felt like it fell right in place.
Right where I was supposed to be. Her lips were soft and plump, skittishly, shyly gliding over mine.
It spoke of inexperience and, fuck me, it kicked things up a notch.
Taking control was easy; my princess handed the reins over as she melted against my mouth.
My greedy tongue swept inside of hers, her taste bloomed in mine, and I groaned. Felt like a fucking animal who had been caged and was feral for so much more after a lifetime of waiting.
“Such a perfect little mouth,” I complimented, slowing the kiss down before deepening. She held on to my shoulders, fingernails digging into my muscles. Her horny little hips started to grind down on me.
“Just like that, princess,” I demanded, giving the side of her mouth a peck before peppering kisses down her jaw and to her neck.
My sweet girl moved her head, adjusting to give me more access to her skin, and I fucking took advantage of it while listening to the sounds she made and the way her body moved over mine.
Soft little whimpers and mewls filled my ears and heart.
“You like that, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders before I felt her tug on my shirt.
“You’re wearing too much,” she whined, making my cock strain, throbbing to get through the two layers of material that separated us and kept me from the heaven between her thighs.
“Take this off,” she pouted, pulling on the material of my tee.
I grinned, loving how desperate she was and how beautiful she sounded asking for what exactly she wanted.
Pulling away from the kiss only enough to yank my shirt off, I stared at her.
Lips swollen, face flushed, dark eyes hooded with desire as her full chest rose and fell heavily in the black camisole I’d picked up for her.
It tightly pulled against her full breasts in a way I knew she’d listened to my instructions keeping that fucking bra off her body.
“Better, princess?” She nodded enthusiastically, and I flipped us on the couch, swallowing her sexy little gasp of shock. “Daddy’s hungry, baby girl.”
“Daddy.” She squirmed but didn’t move her cute ass from where she was on her back staring up at me.