Chapter 6
Chapter Six
“I hate to intrude, but we’re getting ready to close.” Their waitress paused, setting a black folder with their bill on the table.
Tilly looked around the room, surprised to see there were only two occupied tables.
Theirs, and the one across the room where Lottie and a man looked to be deep in conversation.
They had been discussing she and her sisters needing to move and Carter had given her a number of options for the better apartment complexes three of them could move into.
“Oh my goodness, where did all the people go?” she asked. “I’m so sorry we’ve held you up.”
“Not a problem, Miss. You two looked like you were having a good time. I’ll be back in a minute,” the waitress said before walking over to the table where Lottie and her man sat.
Tilly pulled her wallet out of her purse, but froze when Carter cleared his throat.
“What?”
“Put it away,” he said with a slight frown.
“But …”
“My girl doesn’t pay when she’s out with me,” Carter stated, his voice taking on a stern tone.
“But I invited you to join us,” she argued, not wanting Carter to feel obligated. He’d already done so much for her just by dealing with Bob and putting together the rack for her.
Carter shook his head slowly. “What kind of assholes have you been with that they would dare allow you to buy them dinner?”
Tilly thought over the men she’d dated in the past. They’d all expected her to pick up at least her meal, and if she’d asked them to dinner then they’d expected her to pick up the whole tab, and on those evenings, they usually added a drink or two to the bill.
Which was normally why she stopped seeing them.
“They were assholes,” she murmured. “But shouldn’t I at least pay for my dinner?”
“What did I just say?”
“Your girl doesn’t pay when she’s out with you,” she said. “Does that mean I’m your girl?”
Before answering her, Carter pulled the paper receipt out of the folder. After a glance at it, he laid several bills into the folder before closing it again and turning his full attention back to her.
“I’d like you to be,” he answered carefully, “but the real question is if you would like to be my girl. Would you?”
Tilly hesitated for only a second before she nodded. “Yes, I’d very much like to be your girl. That is, if you want me to be.”
Carter laid his large hand on the table palm up. She laid hers on top of it, and smiled in relief when he closed his fingers around her hand.
“I would very much like you to be my girl. My girl, my Little, my woman, and maybe someday my wife.”
Tilly blinked at his certainty that they could be together long enough to talk about marriage. “Wow, you sure are sure, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I can see my tomorrows with you already. But for tonight, we need to get out of here so they can close up and you need to get home and get some sleep so you’re bright and bouncy for tomorrow.”
Carter rose, then helped her from her seat. He adjusted his hold on her hand before leading toward the front door. Once outside, he walked her to her SUV.
Tilly wished they could continue in the bubble that had surrounded them for the last three hours.
They’d talked about everything from favorite foods, colors, and desserts, to their jobs and their ideas of what a Daddy Dom/Little girl relationship might look like.
Carter had even shared a few of the rules he would expect her to follow.
Everything seemed to line up, which made her wonder for a moment if Carter McGee really was as perfect as he seemed.
Or was he showing her a mirage, and eventually would be tired of being perfect for her and the real man would come out?
She believed Carter McGee was exactly who he claimed to be: a hard-working cop and a genuine Daddy.
While she wasn’t as naive as Carri, she was also not as cynical as Lottie.
“Now, little dancer, I want you to be safe going home, get some good sleep and I’ll see you at the convention tomorrow,” Carter said softly as he bent closer.
“Okay, Papa,” Tilly whispered. “Or do you prefer Daddy?”
Carter thought for a moment and smiled. “I think Papa is perfect. Just like Papa’s little tutu maker.”
Tilly wanted to laugh at his assumption that she was perfect, but before she could, he closed the distance and kissed her. It was a simple, gentle kiss, just a brush of his lips over hers, but it made her catch her breath. He did it again before settling in for more.
And more and more and more. The brush of lips quickly deepened and when her lips parted, he took the kiss to the next level. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to his body.
She leaned into him, loving every moment of being in his arms. She was a cuddler and though his body was hard as a wood board, he cuddled her so good.
Their kisses went on and on and once again the world retreated. Until a group of teenagers walked by and someone called out, “Get a room,” while another gave a loud wolf whistle.
Carter pulled back and frowned at the group of teens, but did not threaten to run them in.
After all, they weren’t out too late, and though disturbing them, they’d really saved his ass.
His control had been shredding fast and the last thing he needed was to be caught having sex in a parking lot in the middle of town.
Looking at Tilly, he smiled at her flustered appearance. Then he glanced over the top of the SUV and met the frustrated gaze of the man her sister had been sitting with. “I want to go yell at them, but I also want to thank them for reminding me that we’re not alone.”
“Uh-huh,” Tilly murmured as she quickly realized their surroundings. “We need to go.”
She unlocked the SUV and when she reached for the door handle, he brushed her hand away and opened it. “Let me be a gentleman,” he murmured in her ear.
Once she was seated in the driver’s seat, he leaned in to secure her seatbelt and then brush one last kiss on her lips. “Drive safe and text me when you get home.”
With her sister now sitting beside her, Tilly nodded. “I will.”
Pulling in a deep breath, Carter stepped back and closed the door. He waited until she started the engine and carefully backed out of the parking space. Moving toward his truck, he watched until they drove out of sight before turning to the man who remained standing beside him.
“The Smith women are something else,” he commented.
“Yes they are,” the other man answered before turning and walking away.
Carter climbed into his truck and forced himself to drive to his little house on the edge of town instead of following Tilly’s SUV.
Once inside, he quickly hand-washed his shirt in the kitchen sink and hung it up.
If it wasn’t completely dry by morning, he would toss it in the dryer for a few minutes.
After a quick shower, he pulled on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed, knowing he also needed to get a good night’s sleep if he was going to be on top of his game tomorrow.
Staring at the ceiling, he found himself smiling as he recalled the day. Especially watching Tilly dance around in her tutu, dealing with her customers, and then the two of them sitting and just getting to know each other over dinner.
His cock had been hard since he’d helped her out of her SUV before dinner. With visions of Tilly running through his head, Carter slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his hard-as-stone cock.
Pushing back the covers and shoving his boxers down around his thighs, he began to slowly stroke his hand up and down the length of his cock, moaning loudly as he envisioned Tilly’s hand replacing his and then sliding her mouth over the tip of his cock and taking it deep into her mouth.
He grunted as his orgasm rolled through him a few minutes later. When he could move again, he rose and went to the bathroom to clean up. Then he returned to bed, just as his phone beeped with a text.
Tilly:
Home safe and sound. Good night, Papa.
Carter:
Good night, little dancer. Text me when you leave for the convention.
Tilly’s reply was a thumbs-up so he assumed that meant she would. If he did not receive a text, he would have to find a time and place during the day to dispense a little lesson in doing what Papa said.
Rolling over, he took a deep breath and released it in a whoosh before he fell into the blackness of sleep.