Chapter 26
JOSH
“Thank you, Daddy.” Tinley collapsed against my chest, her hands covering her pussy, the back of her hand rubbing against my cock.
I held her and willed my cock to settle down.
The smell of her wafting in the air wasn’t helping.
I rubbed her back until her breathing returned to normal. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
She stirred a few minutes later and looked up at me.
“You okay?” I asked.
She squirmed on my lap.
“I’m tired.” She blinked those beautiful eyes and yawned. I sat up and laid her on her back.
“Stay right here.”
“Okay.” She rolled to her side and curled up in a ball.
I retreated to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth and wetted it with warm water.
I retrieved her flannel shorts from the floor and kneeled next to her on the bed. She had her hands resting between her legs still.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll tuck you into bed.” I grabbed her hand and refrained from putting them in my mouth. I whipped her wetness from between her fingers. I spread her legs open and wiped her pussy.
She shivered and moaned.
“There you go.” I dropped the towel and slid her shorts back on and up her legs. I grabbed both of her legs and lifted her off the bed to slide her shorts up over her hips. I squeezed her left cheek.
“Ouch, Daddy.” She swiped my hand away.
“Just want to make sure I wasn’t taking it easy on you.” I patted her bottom and then pulled her into my arms and adjusted her at the head of the bed. I pulled the covers up to her chin.
“Cuddles.” She held her hands out and motioned for me.
I leaped over her and settled in behind her. She wiggled her butt against me, cementing the fact my cock would remain hard forever. I wrapped both arms around her. She settled in my arms. With the sweetest satisfied sigh, she fell asleep.
I remained awake. I knew there would be no way I would let this girl out of my sight ever again.
I had resolved to have her in my life and in my bed for as long as she would have me.
And even if she got tired of me, I would change everything about myself to make sure I win the honor of being with her again.
I ran through every scenario in my mind.
Maybe she didn’t want to live in hotels.
Maybe she wanted that house she spoke about.
I would give that to her. Maybe she wanted to live in Pennsylvania near her aunt.
So many unknowns ran around in my head all night.
I felt like Tinley’s Daddy. In the throes of punishment and passion, she called me Daddy. I didn’t think she even noticed it, but it was so sweet and so pure, it solidified in my brain what I needed.
I needed her.
I eventually fell asleep and dreamed unsettling dreams about chasing after Tinley but not quite being able to catch up with her and keep her close.
Every time I woke up, I held her a little closer.
After the fifth time waking up, I gave up on sleep and crawled out of bed. I showered and got dressed. I made sure Tinley’s phone was on her nightstand charging and slipped out. I headed toward the offices on the second floor. I flipped open my laptop. It rang a few minutes later.
“Morning, Randall.”
“How’s Tinley and Rayna?” He didn’t say hello. And didn’t ask about me.
“They are fine.” I rubbed my face. I looked at the time. “What are you doing up so early?” It was early for me. In Vegas, it was practically the night before.
“Can’t sleep.” He clicked away at some keys. “Ky tell you about Tinley’s interview? That’s a brave girl you got there. She held her own in the room with that perverted jackass.”
“If they can’t put something on him—”
“Oh, no worries there. That man is done.” Randall practically cackled. “I’m talking financial, family, community, he might as well move to Turkey and try his luck here.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Especially when I saw the photo of his daughter.” Randall shook his head. “That man deserves everything that’s coming to him and more.”
His daughter. “What do you mean?”
“Kyler didn’t show you the photo of the guy’s daughter?” He tapped the screen. “She looks too much like someone we know.”
I studied the photo, expanded it to zoom in on her face. She and Tinley could be sisters. “Sick bastard.” I grunted under my breath. Yeah, that man would have to pay.
“But he gave us enough to figure out where he found Tinley and we shut the site down and are working on identifying more creeps like him in the United States.” Randall sat back.
“Thanks for staying on top of it.” I leaned forward. “Did you listen in on her interview?”
“Naw.” He rocked in his chair. “I did get a copy of her journal, though. She turned it over to Stanley.”
“You think you can find every one of them?”
“Won’t stop until I do.” He yawned.
His yawns were contagious. I rubbed my eyes and closed them.
“You look like you need more sleep.”
“I’ll sleep later.” I blinked my eyes open and stood up.
“When?”
“When I know she’s mine.”
Randall smirked and waved before the line went dead.
I worked for a few hours. Tried to keep my mind in the present and not worry about what was going to happen in the future. Being the COO of Grant Enterprises was the world I could control.
I didn’t notice Tinley until she stood next to me. Her pajamas were all twisted up and one side of her hair had escaped its braid. She rubbed her eyes and set her hands on my arm.
“Good morning, sweet T.” I pushed my chair back, and she crawled into my lap and rested her head against my chest.
“Morning.” She yawned and settled in.
“You sleep well?” I rubbed her back.
“Yep.” She nodded. “You weren’t in bed.”
“I had to get some work done.” I kissed the top of her head. “I was just about to come wake you up.”
“Charlotte’s coming for breakfast.” Her face wrinkled up.
“You haven’t told me much about her.” I removed the other band holding Tinley’s hair up. “Do you get along with her?”
“Yeah, she’s nice.” Tinley shrugged. “I think she was jealous of me because it was her and my mom for quite a while before I came along. Like she wanted my mom all to herself, but she also resented how independent I was.”
“In what way?”
“Like I was involved in dance in middle school and was on this team that traveled, and my aunt would tell my mom what a waste of money it was. And like when I was choosing a college, she said I should choose a school close to home and it was selfish of me to use up all my mom’s money going away to school.
” Tinley rubbed her head. “It was weird because I didn’t need my mom’s help to pay for school.
“But now I feel bad for her because she really is all alone.” Tinley hopped off my lap and took my hand and headed for the door.
I didn’t move. She turned back toward me.
“Remember, you don’t owe her anything.”
Tinley nodded and I stood up and walked back to our room. I helped Tinley with her hair and then helped her get dressed in an oversized gray cable-knit sweater and black jeans. I slid some thick socks on her feet. She put her slippers back on. She slid off the bed and looked down at herself.
“I don’t look too little, right?” She frowned.
“Nope.” I bopped her nose. “Not too little.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I leaned down and patted her bottom. “Do we need to talk about last night?”
“What? About the spanking part.”
“And the orgasm part.”
She hid her face. I pulled her hands away and sat on the bed. She stood between my legs.
“You are a very good spanker?” She placed her hands on my shoulders.
“I wasn’t looking for a critique of my performance. I want to know how you felt.” I rested my hands on her hips.
“Well.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I think it was exactly what I needed. Both of them. You always know what I need.”
“Yeah, call it Daddy intuition.” I hugged her and lifted her up.
“Almost too good.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You are certainly going to keep me on my toes.”
“I think it’s the other way around, Tin Tin.” I nuzzled her neck, and she giggled. I carried her into the living room. Kyler was in the kitchen cooking. Rayna sat on the couch with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
“Finally.” She dropped her hands.
“Rayna.” Kyler pointed a finger at her.
She dropped the attitude and stared at Tinley.
Tinley patted me on the shoulder, and I sat her down. “Rayna and I have to…” She turned to Rayna.
“Debrief and strategize.” She looked up at me. “Ninjas only.”
I opened my mouth to ask more. Tinley’s eyes grew wide. I nodded. She puckered her lips, and I leaned over and placed a peck on her mouth. She smiled and spun on her heels. She grabbed Rayna’s hand, and they ran to the back of the house together.
“What’s that all about?” Kyler asked.
“It’s what littles do.” I watched them in the glass atrium gesturing and talking. I looked back at Kyler. “What?”
“That goofy look on your face.”
“I hate to break it to you, my friend, but you have the same look.” I slapped him on the back.
“Not possible.” He frowned.
The smell of bacon hit me. “Who’s here?”
“I asked Jacob to come by and cook us breakfast.” Kyler gestured toward the open door to the basement.
Kyler’s mom redesigned the house when they first moved in.
She put a full gourmet kitchen in the basement.
She would say, with five growing boys it was the only way to keep the main floor presentable.
“Did I hear my name?” Jacob emerged with a platter of fruit in one hand and a basket in the other. I grabbed the latter.
“Hey, Chef Jacob.” I shook his free hand. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
He shrugged it off. “Not a problem at all. Give me a chance to try out some dishes I hope to have on the menu in a few.”
Jacob had started as a line cook while he went to culinary school in the New York hotel. He had graduated and worked his way up to sous chef and would be featured with his own restaurant in New Jersey next year.
“We have an ETA on when you’d like breakfast served?” Jacob set the bread in the warmer and the fruit on the already set table.
My phone beeped. I grabbed it. “Looks like she just came down and is on the way.”
“Thirty minutes is enough time?” Kyler answers.
“Plenty.” Jacob grabbed a few more serving dishes and headed back down.
The front door opened and slammed shut with an audible sigh.
Tyler emerged, pulling off his hat and gloves, then shrugged out of an oversized coat that clearly didn’t belong to him. He turned to face us and jumped. “Yikes.” He held his chest. “Y’all scared me.”
He hung the coat up in the closet and tried to slam it, too.
“Uhm.” Kyler approached. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Tyler frowned. “Just you Daddy type people are impossible sometimes.” He spotted Rayna and Tinley on the porch.
“Is there someone we need to beat up for you?” I asked.
His face softened. “Not yet.” He headed for the stairs, watching the girls longingly, but stopped halfway up and turned back around. He leaped down to the bottom and then ran and fell into Kyler’s arms.
Kyler hugged him back.
“Are y’all going back to Vegas soon?”
“Tonight, if we can.” Kyler kissed the top of his brother’s head.
“Can you save me a seat on the plane?” Tyler rubbed his eyes and let go. He looked up at his big brother.
“Absolutely.” Kyler tousled his hair, and he pushed his hand away and grinned. “Jacob’s downstairs making us breakfast. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and join us?”
“Tinley’s sister is coming for breakfast,” I added.
“Why is she here?”
“I suspect to take Tinley back home.” Saying it out loud made my heart sink.
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” He snatched a piece of fruit from the platter.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess we’ll all find out together.”
“Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting.” Tyler playfully punched me in the chest and skipped up the stairs.