Chapter Ten
Clint
I read somewhere that obsession is desire that’s forgotten to sleep, and it’s never been truer. I desire Bella more than I’ve ever desired anything, and it’s turning into a full-blown obsession.
The look of her. The sound of her. The feel of her skin on mine. She’s gorgeous, amazing, one of a fucking kind.
I run my hands beneath her dress, pulling it off her curved frame, exposing every inch of her bare body for my taking. Her breasts, full and heavy. Her nipples, hard and pink. Her waist, thick and curved. That tiny seam, dark red and wet between her thick thighs.
Jesus Christ, I’m a mess. Her sister is in the next room, and her mother is downstairs. It wouldn’t take much for them to hear us. One inadvertent moan could blow this whole thing up and make a mess of our beautiful, budding life, but my little girl needs to learn her lesson.
No leaving Daddy without telling him where you’re going. It’s nonnegotiable. I never want to wake up and see her gone ever again.
“Tell Daddy why you’re being punished,” I groan, sliding the head of my cock against her sopping seam.
I love how wet she gets for me. It’s otherworldly to see how much she craves my direction.
It makes me feel needed in a way I never thought possible.
This surpasses even my time in the field.
Soldiers are trained experts who need someone to give minimal commands, ensuring they work as a unit.
Separately, they’re still more than capable of surviving on their own.
Bella is a smart and captivating girl who still needs me to keep her safe, and I’ll do whatever I need to make sure she is.
She pinches her mouth closed like a little brat and stares up at me with defiance in her eyes.
“Oh, you’re going to play like that? Those beautiful eyes aren’t going to save you tonight. You need to tell Daddy what you did.”
As she continues to stare blankly at me, I can’t help but grin. “Does that mean you need it extra hard tonight? I need you to know how serious Daddy is on this.”
She shrugs ever so slightly, a smirk swallowed behind pinched lips. Something about this sends a shock of need to my cock. This little girl likes to play, and I sure as fuck plan to play back.
I stuff my hand beneath her hip and lift her shiny, wet pussy toward my cock, slapping her seam with my heavy dick over and over as I move her closer.
She jumps and yelps under my touch. “Stop! That’s so loud!”
“Then behave,” I growl, “and take your pounding like a good girl.”
Her legs spread open for me, though she squirms playfully as I position myself at her soaking, little cunt.
Fucking hell, she’s hot.
“If you don’t want the house to wake up, you better be quiet,” I say, stretching her open slowly. “I’m not stopping until my balls are empty again.”
She grips my wrists as I hold her hips up against mine and thrust with a hard slapping motion that echoes through the room.
“Daddy,” she sighs, the word sending a buzz to my cock I’m not prepared for, “right there.”
God, I love when she calls me Daddy!
I need it! I live for it! It’s all I fucking want in this world!
“Does it hurt this time?” I groan, thumping into her tiny little hole as carefully as an unhinged man can.
“A little,” she swallows hard and stares up at me in the dark-lit room, “but I like it.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re Daddy’s girl. Daddy’s girl loves taking his cock, doesn’t she?”
Her pussy tightens around my dick in a throbbing motion that has my fucking balls ready to spill.
“Yes,” she hisses, “I’m Daddy’s girl. I’m Daddy’s girl, and I’m gonna come… so fucking hard.” Her tits sway back and forth as I thump into her needy little frame, desperate to unload.
I slow my pulse and stare down at her. “First, tell Daddy what you learned here. Tell Daddy you won’t sneak off again.”
“I won’t sneak off,” she pants rapidly. “Fuck me! Please!”
Jesus Christ.
Her pussy grips my cock tighter. Half a thrust and I’m lost in a wave of pleasure that sends my hips forward and my head back, my balls immediately emptying inside of her.
My little girl follows suit, moaning out for Daddy as she convulses on her childhood bed.
I’m trying to stay quiet, though I don’t know how well I’m succeeding. The whole thing is a blur at this point. All I really know is how good it feels to be inside her warmth.
I stay there for a long moment, pumping inside of her slowly as I come down from the high, finally collapsing beside her on the tiny twin-sized bed. My legs hang off the end, but as I tug her tired frame on top of mine… this moment is perfection.
“So this is your childhood bedroom.” I glance toward a kitten poster on the wall. It’s not the classic pose where the kitten is holding on for dear life. Instead, it’s a cat wearing sunglasses with a quote beneath him. ‘Don’t stress meow-t.’ I grin as I say, “You haven’t redecorated in a while.”
“Nope!” She smiles and rests her head against my chest. “That poster has been reminding me to chill for twenty-four years. I might even take it with me when I move.”
“Is that right? You want this hanging in our cabin somewhere?”
“Our cabin?”
“Our cabin.” I kiss the top of her head gently. “I know a guy that has some property for sale next to a pond up on the landing. Pretty sure that kitten poster would look good up there somewhere.”
She sighs softly, and for a second, I’m content again. Content as our heavy breathing matches one another. Content as the scent of wild herbs fill the space from the trellis below. Content like, for the first time in my life, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Then, like life does, it kicks up dust, reminding me that there are still things left to be said.
My eye burns and tugs deep inside the socket, a feeling that’s been progressing for months. What used to be a dull throb is now a pressure that pulses and waves, each one reminding me that my vision is in jeopardy.
“What’s wrong?” she says, lifting her head from my chest. “Your eye is all red again.”
I sweep a strand of hair from her vision, not wanting to tell her the reality of how weak I truly am.
“Tell me what’s going on,” she whispers. “It looks painful.”
I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I stare at her. “You’re going to think I’m an old man, and I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.”
She laughs. “You are, aren’t you?”
“No,” I narrow my brows, a little offended by the truth for some reason, “I’m actually very cool and hip.”
“You might be the last person on Earth still using the words cool and hip.” She grins and sits up from the bed, staring down at me. “What’s wrong with the eye, though? I need you to be serious for a second.”
I pause for a long moment, thinking over the exact words to use and how to use them.
I haven’t told this story many times since it happened.
When I had my first conversation with the therapist who was trying to talk me out of a depressive state that I wasn’t ready to be talked out of yet, it didn’t go well at all.
I’d just been discharged, I was in pain, and I didn’t know how long I’d have my vision for, so I lashed out.
I had no time for the questions, and no patience for someone who didn’t know my pain.
Since that brief interaction, I’ve kept the whole thing secret from just about everyone. I’m not looking for sympathy, empathy, or whatever. It’s my problem, and I’ll deal with it.
But as I look at my girl and her normally bright eyes filled with concern, I know it’s time. I can’t hide this any longer. Not from my little girl.
“It’s a piece of shrapnel. A tiny shard that’s embedded after a roadside bomb. They left it in because it’ll cause more damage to go fishing for it rather than leaving it alone. They’ve kept it from getting infected, so that’s a small blessing.”
“What?”
“It’s not ideal but I’ve been living with it for a while now.”
“So what are you doing to help it?”
“There’s nothing I can do. It was just occasional irritation for years, and now it’s started blurring my vision. I expect I’ll lose the eye by the end of the year. I haven’t told anyone this, not even my buddies.”
“Is that why you’re rushing the cabins? You want to finish before this gets worse, don’t you?”
I nod slowly, the tips of my fingers rubbing up and down her bare back. How is she so fucking soft? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It’s hard to talk about this shit.”
“Well,” she shrugs, “guess this means we need to rush everything. The wedding, the kids, the cabin.” She kisses my forehead gently. “We’ve got work to do.”
Fuck… more angelic words have never been spoken.
“Yes, we do, little girl. I won’t stop until we’re settled.”
The moment barely has a chance to breathe when a loud bang slams against the bedroom door.
“Who the hell are you talking to?”
“Oh my God,” Bella whispers, eyes spread wide. “What do we do? She’s going to lose it!”
“We get dressed, and we tell her.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“She’s knocking on your door in the middle of the night, so… yeah. Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” I stand from the bed and kiss the top of her head as I dress her small frame, then my own. I don’t rush. I take my time, brushing my fingers through her hair, calming her nerves. “It’s going to be okay.”
She nods slowly as her mother screams something from the bottom of the stairs. Clearly this is going to be a thing.
This situation is my fault. I recklessly showed up without concern, and I interrupted the lives of everyone around me. I have to be the one to answer all their questions tonight.
I look toward Bella, squeeze her little hand in mine, and kiss the top of her head. “I want you to let Daddy handle this, okay?”
She nods, though I know there will be another punishment coming later. She’s going to talk, she’s going to over-apologize, and she’s going to internalize this whole damn thing, but I won’t have that. My baby isn’t to blame. I won’t let her carry that burden.
I suck in a deep breath and unlock the door, fully ready to wrestle with whatever bullshit June throws, but she doesn’t look as shocked as I thought she’d be. In fact, her posture is still and her face is flat.
“I knew this was happening the second I saw you on top of her at the lake house. I even tried to coax it out of Bella, telling her how I thought you were into me.” She shrugs.
“Figured she’d get jealous and spill her guts.
Then, when she turned off her location tonight, I called Dillon, and he told me some big, muscled guy with tons of tattoos took her.
It didn’t take long to put two and two together. How could you?”
“I’m so sorry,” Bella says, stepping out from behind me like I knew she would. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. I just—”
“Save it.” June rolls her eyes. “I know why you like him. He’s fucking hot.
Everyone thinks he’s hot. And truthfully, the more I think about it, the more I see how sickly perfect you two are together, but I don’t get why you have to fuck him ten feet from my head.
I mean, I thought that’s what I heard, I tried to ignore it, but…
jeez, Bella. Kinda slutty if you ask me. ”
“That’s enough,” I growl, my teeth clenching inadvertently. “Watch your mouth.”
June turns away, laughing under her breath as she says, “You’re such a hero, Clint. I’ll bet she gets all gooey and gushy when you put on that big, strong, protector act, doesn’t she?”
“What’s going on?” Bella’s mom says, finally reaching the top of the stairs. “What are you doing here?”
“He’s fucking Bella,” June says, rolling her eyes.
“In my house!”
“In your house,” my ex-fiancé snarks. “Fun times, huh?”
I know I need to stay calm. This is a battle that needs emotional reasoning, not brute force. That’s going to be pretty hard for me.
“I really am sorry,” Bella says, her voice low. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. We just clicked.”
“Sure,” June sighs. “Of course you clicked. You clicked with a man who’s twenty years older than you.
It’s that or… he’s a psycho who loves control and you’re easy to manipulate.
Not sure which, but I know where I’d put my money.
” She shrugs and heads back down the hall.
“Good luck to you both. We’ll see how long this lasts. ”
“Not in my house, we won’t!” her mother snarls, curlers falling from her hair. “Both of you… out! I won’t have this depravity happening right above me while I sleep!”
I nod once and lift Bella onto my shoulders, a gasp coming from the peanut gallery as I stop to tear her kitten poster off the wall.
What my baby wants, my baby gets.
No debate. End of story.