Chapter 15
Jason
Outside, I’m calm. It’s a practiced reaction from years of managing high-drama employees.
Inside, I’m ready to rip Journey’s father a new one.
I don’t want to scare her.
So, I focus on what matters. I focus on taking care of her every need. I focus on giving her more than what she asks for. I focus on loving her the way she deserves to be loved.
“Let’s go shower,” I say, reaching for her hand as I rise from the table.
“What are we doing, feeding the raccoons? We need to clear the dishes!” she says.
I mutter under my breath as I take everything in one trip. Journey follows close behind me. “I can help, you know.”
“You can help by getting naked and warming up the outdoor shower for me, little one,” I throw out over my shoulder, gesturing to my left.
Her tiny gasp of surprise is followed by, “I’ll take ‘Ways That Rich People Spend Lots of Money to Imitate Poor People’ for $800, Alex.”
I laugh all the way to the kitchen at her smart ass. Journey is already taking full advantage of the shower when I finish cleaning up.
I drop my clothes on the hidden stone pathway leading to the open-air shower, wondering if she’ll cluck at me about my pants being left on the ground, too. Probably.
“How’s the water?” I ask, curling my arms around her soft middle and bending down to plant kisses along her wet, warm shoulder.
“Fine, after I asked for directions,” she snarks.
“Are the wise-ass comments gonna taper off anytime soon?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’ll have to punish you.”
She reaches behind her back and snakes her arm downward between our bodies, gripping my cock unexpectedly. I hiss at the pain and pleasure of it all.
“But Daddy, I’ve been so good tonight,” she croons. “I cleaned my plate and everything.”
My muscles tight with restraint, I rest my forehead on the crown of her head, closing my eyes, willing myself not to nut yet. Breathe. Just breathe through it, man.
“Baby girl, if you keep touching me like that, I can’t control what happens next.”
She hums like she does when she eats good food. I grow harder in her hands.
“That’s not making me want to stop, you know,” she says, fisting me tighter and giving one long, kneading pump, working me with the meat of her palm.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
She keeps touching and stroking throughout the actual bathing part of this shower, her greedy hands pulling away at brief intervals to wash and rinse. She is relentless and greedy and filthy and I fucking love her.
All the while, I grit my teeth and try to think of things that are decidedly not sexy.
Grease traps.
Mop buckets.
People who order their steaks well done.
Nothing is making my cock go down.
The only way to stop this is to shock her.
Without asking, I haul her back against my chest. Spreading her cheeks, I slide two fingers home, my thumb teasing that tight little star at the back.
“Jason!”
“Do I have your attention now?” I drag my free hand over her front, tweaking one nipple on my way down, caressing her soft tummy, rubbing her delicious pooch, and finally cupping her pussy, where I find her clit ready and waiting.
“Y-yes,” she gasps, flexing around my fingers.
I work her to a frenzy as the hot spray drenches my hair, warming my skin and washing away the sweat, dirt, and grime of a long workday. She comes hard and fast with only a few sweeps of my fingers around her tight clit. She bears down on my fingers and cries out.
“Your dreams can come true, Journey. You just have to get comfortable with a little help.”
She smiles at me, looking up and over her shoulder. Her curls cling to her face. “Or a lot, in this case.”
“What am I going to do with you, shortcake?”
“Finally fuck me with that great big cock, Daddy?”
“I would, but you gotta relax that finger trap, baby girl,” I grit out.
Journey laughs, and I take the opportunity to sit on the shower bench and throw her onto my lap so she straddles me.
“You’re strong,” she says.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Hang on to me.”
Fitting her legs snugly on either side of my hips, she circles her arms around my shoulders. I notch the tip of my cock inside her.
“You’re my girl now. Mine. That means you’re gonna take it raw.”
She bites her lip and nods.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Chef,” she breathes, sinking down slowly, inch by inch, swallowing my cock with her tight, wet heat.
I let her adjust to me slowly. Her eyes glaze over with happiness.
I pull her down for a kiss, then piston my hips up off the bench.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she matches my rhythm with her rolling hips.
“How is everything?”
“Perfect, Chef,” she says with a gasp.
Slowly, I pump in and out, letting us savor every delicious moment. The love bites on her breast remind me of everything we did last night. I cover each one with sweet kisses, determined to add more to the mix once I have her in my bed.
“I’m gonna make everything perfect for you, every night. Wait and see. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”
Journey smiles down at me. Her words tumble out of her, punctuated by our shared rhythm. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t even have to spoil me. It just has to be you.”
“I love you, shortcake. But prepare to be spoiled. For the rest of your damn life.”
She’s gonna get her fill—every day, every night, as much as she wants, and more.
Because my Journey has already filled every gap and satisfied me to the point of overflowing.
I can’t wait to watch her bloom.