Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Trixie awoke to find herself nestled safely in a pair of strong arms in a very comfortable bed.
For a moment, she kept her eyes closed, breathed in the scent of the man who held her, and sighed wistfully. This was her favorite dream. She had it quite often, especially after falling asleep reading the Daddy romances that filled her Kindle.
It was wonderful.
Only… it wasn’t a dream this time.
Memories of the previous day came flooding back to her memory. She sat up with a start, wrangling free of those powerful arms, and looked at John.
That’s when she remembered—she’d nearly passed out, listening to John and Jack talk about her case, before collapsing in his arms and asking him to hold her.
Sometime after that, she must have drifted off to sleep.
Oh gosh, Trixie! You asked him to hold you? Can you be any more pathetic? You practically threw yourself at him!
All of that had happened on the floor of the playroom. Now, they were in a bed. Hmm.
“I carried you to bed,” he said, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “You asked me to stay.”
She vaguely remembered that part now, too.
After stretching, she asked, “How long have I been out?”
“Only an hour.”
“Sorry to, uh, keep you in here. But thank you for staying with me. I bet you’re ready to go to bed now.”
John grinned, exposing his dimples, and driving her wild. “I’m in bed.” He stretched out, put his hands behind his head, and laid in that relaxing pose while continuing to smile at her.
Trixie couldn’t help but giggle. She also couldn’t help but look at his shirtless chest and washboard stomach. Wearing nothing but gray sweat-shorts, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on.
Her finger was tracing his right arm, going over the biceps, before she even realized what she was doing.
“Sorry,” she said, turning away in embarrassment.
When she tried to retract her hand, though, John took hold of her wrist and gently kept it in place.
“I’m not.”
She giggled again.
“Do you need me to stay with you tonight, honey? Or do you want some privacy? I’m good either way. Seriously.”
The answer was of course she wanted him to stay with her! And not just stay, either. There were plenty of inventive ways she could think of for how they could spend the night.
Now probably wasn’t the right time for all that. But beyond her desire, she didn’t want to be alone tonight.
Trixie fell against John’s chest and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly.
“I want you to stay. But are you comfortable with that?”
“You have no idea how comfortable.”
She giggled. But she had a pretty good idea she understood. “Will people talk?”
“Who cares?” He chuckled now. “But no. Not anybody in this house.”
She kissed his bare skin, sending electrical currents through her lips, and making her realize what she’d just done.
Crap, Trixie! Talk about throwing yourself at this man! Get it together.
He must have sensed the sudden stiffness and hesitancy in her body, because he shifted and repositioned her until he could look in her eyes. “Are you sure? Because if I’m moving too quickly just say the word and I’ll back off. Give you some space until you’re ready.”
“No!” she blurted out quickly, before burying her head back in his chest bashfully. After a few seconds to recover, she looked up again. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. And I don’t want to be alone tonight. But… I need it to be you… here with me.”
He studied her eyes for a moment, as if gauging her sincerity. He must have accepted what he saw, because he nodded and said, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Trixie had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about tonight.
They stared into one another’s eyes for a moment before John put his hand beneath her chin and lightly guided her face up.
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss that nearly took her breath away. It ended too soon, but John seemed to have something else in mind.
“It’s late, honey. You need plenty of rest.”
Well, that sure wasn’t what Trixie had in mind. But her groan of protest was cut short by a yawn.
Darn. That just proved John’s point, she thought with a faint smile.
“I was worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep with all the excitement of the day,” she admitted. “But it has been a long one.”
“It’s already the middle of the night. You were out for a while. You’re halfway to a good night’s rest. Let’s go back to sleep and finish ‘er up. See what tomorrow holds.”
She really wanted to suggest other activities, but instead simply stretched again, getting comfortable against him. Her eyes closed. It wouldn’t be long now. In fact, she’d already crossed over into that hazy state between consciousness and sleep.
“Of course, I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep if I wasn’t with you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “What would you do at home alone if you were having trouble falling asleep?”
The words left her mouth before she could even run them through a mental filter. “Get out my magic wand vibrator. Fantasize about some hot Daddy tying me up while I made myself come a few times.”
She realized that perhaps she should have been embarrassed by the admission, but she was just too tired for that. Besides, John didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she could feel his cock twitch beneath her.
“I can’t believe I just said that. I’ve… never been that good at filtering myself. Or good at sex and stuff.”
“I think you’re just perfect, Trixie. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“You don’t think I’m weird for saying that?”
He laughed. “If you’re weird then I am too.”
Mmm. It would be fun to explore this further.
Perhaps in another second or two. Right now, she just needed to keep her eyes closed, regain some strength and then…
None of her plans or desires would come to fruition tonight.
Little Trixie was fast asleep.