Chapter 26
ABIGAIL
Whoever said crying was for babies didn”t know me very well.
By the time we returned to his truck, I had dried my tears, but Elias—Daddy—had more plans for me that couldn”t wait.
”I believe dating is good for us, Abigail. Did you have fun tonight?” He nodded, suggesting I mirror his motions.
”Yes, Daddy. It”s been lots of fun. Are we done playing?” I frowned, pouting.
”Only if you want to be, but be warned. Daddy can say goodnight, but Elias has a whole list of filthy things he wants to do to you.”
Eeek!
”I want to play with Elias.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and crawled across the console to plant a big, wet kiss on his sweet, pink lips. He pulled me into his lap, and we made out while he massaged my breasts through my dress.
”Enough!” He exclaimed. ”Damn, woman, if I don”t get you home soon, I”m going to blow my wad in my pants, and I”m not a goddamn teenager. Buckle up!” My peals of laughter filled the cab as he squealed the tires on the pavement.
What once was a ten-minute trip from Mystic Square to my home now became four. Every traffic light was a suggestion, and we coasted through every stop sign. We were breaking laws all over this town. Elias screeched his tires at every stop sign and almost threw me through the windshield when we pulled up the driveway, throwing the gear shift into Park before stopping completely. ”Out!” he ordered.
I think he forgot Seneca was home because he had his shirt off by the time we entered the side door, his belt undone, his pants unbuttoned, and a delicious line aiming under his boxer briefs. Seneca pulled her head from the refrigerator doors, freezing him in place.
”Hey—ho! Hi there. I guess your date went well. I”m just . . .” She closed the doors and turned her head to look out the windows.
I pushed Elias up the back stairs while fluffing my hair. ”Hey, Sen. Going upstairs now. Toss me the whipped cream, would ya?”
She gave me a big wink and threw me the can. ”Safety first, Abs.” I aimed a finger pistol in her direction and a ”Roger that” wink back at her.
”Lock up, Sen. Nighty-night.” I scampered up the stairs to find my man naked, sprawled out on the bed, and his hand warming up his dick for me.
”Don”t you look delicious?” I licked my lips, drawn to the liquid pearl calling out to me. I reached for the zipper at my neck, letting my dress pool onto the floor. My strong, intense, sexy man spread his legs wider, jerking on his shaft to entice me. Did he think seeing him naked wasn”t enough to fall to my knees? ”Geezus, Elias. I”ve missed you.”
My tiny hands wrapped tightly over his steel shaft, relieving himself of his hands. His crown was purple and leaking, and I licked that pearl like it was my favorite flavored lollipop. His throaty response turned me on even more. I squirted whipped cream on his crown and licked again. The sweet and salty combination complimented the tang I still had on my tongue from my own juices, melding them perfectly. It was erotic and dirty, and I loved it. Being naughty was a good thing for the first time in my life.
”Sweetheart, that tongue of yours is something else. Take all of me in that pretty mouth.” Damn straight, I would. He stepped closer and pressed my lips apart with his thick head, and I grabbed his ass for leverage. I wasn”t an experienced cocksucker, but I could be a good student when I wanted to be, and today I would be a star pupil.
”That”s right, baby. Suck me hard.” I remembered his previous instructions, relaxed my jaw, and breathed through my nose, allowing him to penetrate my throat. I gagged each time he pressed into my face, but I held to my decision to take more of him each time I had his big dick in my mouth.
”Fuck. Yes. Deeper, baby,” he said after each gentle pump. I forced myself to take him back farther, but he was too big. When I pulled off to suck in more air, I whimpered.
”You”re too big. I”ll never get all of you in my mouth.” I wiped my face of saliva and fallen tears.
”In time, you”ll be able to take more. Trust that you can one day, but know that it doesn”t make you a failure if you can”t. I”m a big man, Abby. You”d have to be some freaky witch to take all of me.” He wiped my tears with his thumb, giving me an encouraging smile. I thought he would help me up, but, instead, he pushed my head back onto his cock, staring at my face as his cock slid in and out each time. I must have been quite a sight, for—a few pumps later—he held my head and pressed himself deeply down my throat.
”Swallow, Abby. Every drop. Ye-es, yes. Good girl.” He didn”t command me but told me like it was good for me as his cum shot down my throat. High praise and encouragement were good for me. Elias not giving up on me gave me more confidence. I felt it even more when he pushed and supported me to go beyond what I thought I couldn”t do.
I didn”t think I had another tear to pour out of my body, yet a few more fell as I realized I”d leaped over another hurdle in my life.
”Thank you, Elias.” I sat back on my heels and resolved to do better at everything.
”The pleasure was all mine.” He winked, holding his hand out to help me up.
I chuckled. ”I don”t think so,” as I walked back to the bed.
Elias spent the next hour licking, flicking, and sampling every part of my body without using his dick. If he was trying to break me, he succeeded. I hoped he planned on impaling me with that big dick of his, or I”d have to go for a sneak attack in the middle of the night. Luckily, he flipped me over, smacked my bottom, and fucked me hard. I came so far and hard that I blacked out, only to find myself on my stomach.
He straddled my ass and massaged my cheeks. ”One day, little girl, Daddy will teach you how strong and courageous you truly are right here.” A thick finger trailed its way from my pussy hole to my butt hole and penetrated that tight ring of muscle.
“Holy fuck! That smarts!” I screamed. Why did people think this was pleasurable?
He shushed me. ”You”re clenching. You have to relax. Breathe, sweetheart. I”ve got you.” He pushed another finger into my wet pussy and painted my hole with my juices and reinserted his finger again. ”Breathe out when I push in. There you go.”
I”m a fucking porn star tonight. So what if I felt proud of my accomplishments? Some of the things we did tonight weren”t for the faint of heart, and, once I got the hang of it, it felt amazing. Elias kept massaging his finger around my opening, then driving it in at various speeds, measuring my responses to each. After the first two pumps, I was soaking wet.
Elias reached his other hand around to my clit, making small, light circles as I whimpered at his ministrations. It didn”t take long before he had me pressing my ass onto his fingers like a dog in heat. ”Elias, please. I”m almost there. Please don”t stop.” I implored him to keep going, and my prayers were answered.
”Fuucck, Elias. Oh my God, yessss!” My ass locked down on his finger, and he puffed out a large sigh.
”My God, Abby. You looked so fucking hot, begging for my fingers. I can hardly wait to see my cock penetrate that tight asshole of yours. Fuck, you are perfect. Where have you been all my life, sweetheart?”
All his life?I wasn”t even born when he hit puberty. He may not have had the love he deserved as a youngster, but I”d give him every hug, kiss, and word of praise for the rest of my life to make up for those years. Now that he was back with me, I wouldn”t ever give him up—ever.
He rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him. ”I”ve been here. Waiting for you to find me.”
I was moving slowly this morning. My girl parts were sore from the three times Elias brought me to bliss, and only a shower and a cup of coffee could get me going.
Elias carried me to the shower and personally washed all my bits, insisting that only Daddy could do a thorough job. Who was I to argue?
”Thank you, Daddy. Can I wash you now?” I swiveled my shoulders demurely.
”You”ve wiped me out, sweet girl, but if you want, you can rub anything clean you want.” He backed up to the wall of the shower and spread his arms and legs wide while I used my small hands over, in, and around all his crevices until he grabbed my hands and ordered me to kneel. ”Clean out Daddy”s cock, baby. You”ve earned it.”
What started as a quick shower took longer than necessary, but Elias was happy, and so was I—right after he ate me out on the vanity. We were like two children who found the best toy in the world. Playing with Elias never got boring, and, soon, he said Daddy would teach me more fun ways to play. I couldn”t wait.
As we both entered the kitchen, the smell of coffee was intoxicating. Seneca cooked bacon and eggs while soft rock music played in the background.
”Good morning, lovebirds. I”m surprised you can walk after the screams I heard all night.” We all laughed as I looked at Elias, who was embarrassed.
I poked him in the chest. ”I told you we”d need to add insulation in my bedroom. I can”t have our guests hearing us fuck all night long.” He had the decency to keep walking past me and pouring himself a cup of joe.
”What”s on tap today, kiddos?” Seneca added cheese to our scrambled eggs and then stared at me with a weird smile on her face. What was she up to?
I looked at Elias, inquiring if he had anything specific he had planned. ”Don”t look at me. I came down for a date. I don”t work here—yet.” He blanched and hid behind an old newspaper.
I marched over to him and ripped the paper out of his hands. ”What does that mean? Something on your mind, Big Guy?” This pet name would come in handy.
He looked to Seneca for help, and she shook her head. She turned off the stove and set up breakfast on the table. After she poured herself a cup of coffee, she motioned me to the coffee pot.
”You best get yourself some coffee. I have a few things I”d like to run by you this morning.” She eyed Elias, and he picked up his fork, stuffing his face with eggs.
Through muffled words, he muttered, ”Yeah, I have a few things on my mind, too.” He eyed her back.
”I”m first,” she jabbed a finger in his direction, and he sat back in concession. Look at my two favorite people vying for my attention. I felt so special.
I wasn”t the most astute person, but I could tell something was up, and I sat down with my coffee and oat milk creamer poised for a presentation. I could handle almost anything as long as Elias didn”t dump me.
”Shoot,” I said, nodding to Seneca.
She cleared her throat and sipped her coffee once more. She pulled out two pieces of paper from under her plate and pressed them to her chest.
”Before you get crazy on me, please let me give you my whole pitch.” Me, crazy? Never. A pitch? Should I be concerned?
”Here goes. I”ve been thinking about you and your new house and stuff and, well, about me. You have this amazing house and garden, and I can only imagine how daunting a task it would be to do all the things you told me about without some help.” She looked up and gulped.
”Continue,” I said encouragingly. I knew where she was going, but I promised not to interrupt.
She smiled and pressed her papers again. ”It”s a win-win; I could help rebuild the gardens and help you grow some vegetables. Maybe we could build a walking path meditation garden. Remember the one we walked at the botanical gardens a few years back? It was so cool.”
Her excitement was contagious. I smacked the table as I remembered our outing. ”Oh my God! That would be amazing. I”d love to design one of those.” She wiggled in her seat at the prospect of building something magical. Elias thunked his mug down and hummed at the idea.
”Was there anything else you wanted to say, Sen?” It sounded as though Seneca would be staying with me for several months. Did I want that?
She put her papers back under her plate and looked at me straight. ”This home is a new start for you, Abs. If you”re okay with it, I”d like it to be a new start for me, too. I love to garden, and we wouldn”t be in each other”s space all day so you wouldn”t get sick of me. I”m tired of working inside a store with shitty bosses. I have too much energy to stay seated all day. You know that. Also, I can help wash and change sheets after guests leave and be your right-hand girl. The only thing I”d ask for is room and board. I have some money stashed away to get me through for a while. What do you think?”
Seneca sat on the end of her chair, waiting to spring up and hug me. I wanted to say yes immediately, but I also had to consider what Elias wanted to say. He could throw a wrench into this whole plan, and then what would I do? Here was a perfect example of learning to be patient and think logically, so I took a deep breath and looked at Elias.
”Everything you said sounded great, Sen. It would only be fair for me to allow Elias to share his thoughts before making any final decisions. Is that cool with you?”
She deflated into her seat and sighed. ”I suppose so.” My friend and I are both learning not to be impulsive. It”s a process. I opened my hand and motioned for Elias to speak as I ate my cold eggs.
”I have to say, Seneca would fill a huge gap in the renovations of your property. You should certainly consider her services and the additional expense.” Very practical, just like a daddy. ”I have a few ideas of my own, keeping in mind we are both committed to building our relationship. I could keep my service station in Pennsylvania going with the help of my Assistant Manager and chief mechanic. He”d get a bump in pay, and I could move down here more permanently. If you”d allow, I”d like to rent space in your barn, converting half of it into a mechanic shop servicing the Mystic area. It would bring more traffic to the area and to your BB, which would be two more sources of income for you instead of finding another job.”
I held my hand up to stop him. I needed to digest what he was offering. He had previously mentioned bits and pieces of his ideas, but I hadn”t put them all together.
”If I”m hearing correctly, you want to move in with me? You want to help me make a living from this place? Are you sure, Elias? That”s a huge move. What will your clients say? Your parents? Oh, what about your friend, Reilly? Don”t you help him every week? What will he do?”
I could feel a panic attack ramping up. It was easy for Seneca to make the move. She didn”t have any responsibilities; Elias had a ton, and the thought of him picking up and making me more important than any of those things was remarkable. My heart felt like the Grinch when his heart grew three times. I told you I felt like a cartoon at times.
He kept seated and gave me one of his stern Daddy looks. “I’ve already spoken to Reilly, and, although he’s bummed about it, he knows how important you are to me. He even offered to come down and walk the whole property with us to see if any fencing needed fixing or any garden work you might require. No interference, Seneca.” He winked at her—such a charmer.
”I was being straight with you when I said you should make the other half of the barn a studio. We could make a very cool ceramic area and cut in a big window for daylight, allowing you to paint any time of the day. With a few updates, you could practically live out there. Then there”s all that acreage. You spoke of a corn maze or sculpture garden; the options are limitless.” He stared out the window, deep in his visions.
”Geez-Louise, this is a lot to consider . . . I want it all!” I proclaimed, jumping up and down.”
I have no fucking clue how much all these ideas will cost me, but I love them all, and I love you both so much for wanting to help me make a go of this place. It warms my heart.”
Arms flew around me from low and high, enveloping me with love and support. It felt like I won a second lottery.
I know I”ve loved Seneca since we were kids, using the word love in a super awesome sense. But I love-love Elias, as in forever-I-do. Using that word flippantly with Elias would diminish what we had. Was our love the real thing? I”d never been in love before, so how would I know? On the other hand, I knew that true love came with sacrifice, and he made tremendous sacrifices for me to make our future together. I also knew love was kind, and no one was kinder than Elias. Everything he did or said oozed kindness, and all I had to do was not shit on him with my self-deprecating words or low self-esteem. That was the only thing he asked of me. I loved Elias and couldn”t wait another moment to tell him.
I took his hand and looked up at his handsome, rugged face. His eyes sparkled, and I fought back tears at how lucky I was to have a man like him.
”Elias, would you walk with me?”
Skepticism flashed across his face, and I hurried him out the side door. I kept pulling him faster because I was impatient and wanted to jump onto his body, show him my revelation, and tell him at the same time.
”Slow down, Abigail. Where are you taking me?”
I took two steps to each of his until the path ended at the barn. There were open fields that went on seemingly forever, and trees lined up like soldiers on the right. Hills of greening grass covered the acreage to the left and open fields as far as the eye could see. This was all my land, and it made sense to stand in front of it and share my heart with him.
Elias stopped abruptly. ”Whoa. Look at all of this land. I haven”t been past the barn, but it goes on and on, doesn”t it?” He looked down at me, placing his hands on my hips and lifting me into his arms. ”You are the heiress to all this property, right?”
”Uh-huh.” My brain went offline when he stared at my lips. The anticipation of his mouth on mine never ceased to diminish. ”I need you to put me down. I need to tell you something.”
He let me slip to the ground, not knowing what to expect. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes became more evident, and his brow creased, waiting for me.
”What I”m about to tell you is something I”ve never said to anyone. It”s not a joke or something I take lightly, so here goes.” I wiped my hands on my jeans and began walking in a circle.
”I think . . . I love you. Okay, not think—I do, but not in an amazing ‘like’ kind of way, but the real thing, I love you.” My arms flexed out in front of me, alternating every time I said the word love. Was I trying to convince myself? I must have looked like an idiot to him. Who walked in circles and spoke to themselves when the person they should be speaking directly to was standing in front of them? ME! That”s who.
He shook his head and threw me over his shoulder, swatting my ass. ”What the fuck, Elias. What are you doing?”
Long legs walked me to the first bank of trees to our right and flipped me onto a low branch. Now, eye to eye, he said, ”Start again, Abigail.” He had a way of getting my attention, and this time was no different.
I pushed my loose hair back behind my ears, taking calming breaths. I looked up and peered into his light brown eyes filled with care—or was it desire? Either way, they took my breath away. ”I love you, Elias.”
He replied by kissing me deeply, ending with a sensual pull on my bottom lip. ”I love you too, Abigail. It”s about time you figured that out,” he teased.
I stared at him intently, my hands cupping his face. ”What do you mean about time? It took as long as it took.” Then it struck me: when did he realize he loved me? ”When did you figure it out?” I pulled on his now shorter beard, feigning annoyance.
He paused, answering matter-of-factly. ”It could have been when you were having a breakdown in my parking lot. Or, when you were doing a little dance, as you freaked out over a mouse. But, definitely, when I overheard you talking to Amy the Great while pulling weeds. You”re priceless, Abigail, and thoroughly entertaining. I want to watch your antics for a lifetime.” He chuckled and stepped closer between my legs, kissing me like it was his mission in life.
When we came up for air, Elias returned me to the earth. Hand in hand we walked and talked—about Seneca and her plans for helping me—and he agreed that I could use the help. Having a friend to support me while I figure out my next move would be good. I stopped him when we reached the barn, needing clarification from one of his statements.
”You said ”lifetime” out there. Did you mean that?”
He kissed me again. ”I can see that you still need convincing. I plan to love you until death do us part.”
”Holy shit, Elias. Are you proposing to me right now?” Amy strutted out of a bush and clucked about in a circle. I jammed my hands onto my hips, watching Elias”s head swivel in confusion. ”See! Even Amy wants an answer.”
He pursed his lips and jammed his hands on his hips, ”I . . .This . . . We,” he replied, shaking his head, presumably looking for his words. ”No. Not today.”
I was crestfallen. He still wasn”t sure, and rightfully so. I was a wildcard. I could respect his need to see if this move would work out. Marriage was a big deal, and rushing into it was a bad idea.
He grabbed my shoulders. ”Abigail! Get out of your head. I know what you”re thinking and stop it—now!” ”Give me some time to plan something special for you. Can you be patient, little girl?” If he kept talking to me that way, then no!
”Fine!” I yelled like a brat. ”I can be patient!” I ranted every word like a five-year-old not getting their way.
”Good.” He walked into the barn humming a merry tune, and I ran to the house to tell Seneca I was in love.