Daddy’s Temptation by Kelly Myers
Ryan
Itoss and turn, so damn uncomfortable and unable to sleep. It’s still hot out and, even though I’m running the air conditioner, the air is heavy and has that suffocating feel to it. The only good thing that happened today is Bella texted me. We’re meeting for lunch tomorrow and that gives me something to look forward to.
With a sigh, I pick up my phone and see that it’s 2am.
So, I’m taken by complete surprise when a text pops up from Hailey. I slide it open: My air conditioner is broken.
And, she’s telling me this now? At two in the morning?
It buzzes again with the red-faced emoji with its tongue hanging out.
I sit up and wonder what to do. Wait until morning to respond like a normal person who would be sleeping right now and not see this message? Or, text her back and see what she wants to do?
It is Southern California in August and I’m laying here sweating with an air conditioner that works. Poor thing. She must be dying over there. I text her back: I can take a look at it.
When?she asks.
Now?I ask.
Okay,she writes back.
I slide out of bed, throw my jeans on and head over. I mean, I don’t want the poor girl to suffer from heat stroke. That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I lightly rap on her door. When Hailey opens it a few seconds later, I swallow hard. She’s all dressed-up in a little black dress, heels and full makeup.
I raise a brow. “Did you go out tonight?” I’m glad she’s out having fun while I’m here thinking about her and feeling miserable about what happened between us.
“Sure did,” she says. She does a little twirl and then holds her arms out to steady herself. “That probably wasn’t a good idea.”
I cock my head and realize that she’s drunk. Or, at least very tipsy. And, also that her apartment is hot as hell. I rub my chest and walk over to the air conditioning unit in the window. It’s not even that old so I’m not sure why it would be having problems already.
Hailey moves up behind me and smells like a cone of vanilla ice cream and all I want to do is take a big bite. I grit my teeth, pull the front grille off the air conditioner and check out the air filter. Damn, it’s filthy. I lift it out.
“That’s disgusting,” she says.
“Yeah.” I go into the kitchen and run the filter under the faucet. “If the filter is dirty or clogged, it can cause all sorts of problems.”
Hailey leans a hip on the counter and watches me. “Ryan?”
At the sound of her low voice, I look over and feel something warm move through me. She’s looking up at me with those big, brown eyes and her face shimmers with sparkles.
“I’m sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t have pushed you. You’ve been nothing but nice to me.” She lets out a sigh and turns away. “I just have to deal with it,” she adds under her breath.
“Deal with what?”
“You not wanting me.” She pushes away from the counter and walks away.
My mouth drops open. Is she kidding me? I want her so badly that it’s driving me crazy. I shake the water off the filter, wipe it with a paper towel and tell myself to put it back in the unit and leave.
She’s been drinking,I remind myself. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. But, then I conveniently remember that saying about a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts. I set the filter down and turn around. “You really think I don’t want you?”
Hailey turns, a surprised look on her face. “I-”
But, I don’t give her time to respond, just take a few long strides up to her and cup her face in my hands. “Fuck, Hailey. You’re all I think about.” My gaze locks with hers and when she innocently runs that tongue across her bottom lip, I’m done. I slant my mouth down and slam it against hers.
I’m starving for her and I can’t get enough. She tastes like a sweet tart and I groan into her mouth when she melts into my bare chest, kissing me back with every ounce of her being. I’m so damn tired of fighting my desire for her. I scoop her up in my arms and head back to her bedroom.
I drop her on the flower-covered comforter and look down at her, panting hard, wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life. I feel the need to mark her, make her mine, and I drop down, grab her thighs and push them apart.
Her chest rises and falls hard as she watches me. “I thought you were mad at me,” she says.
“I was. You have no idea how close I was to spanking your ass for pulling that stunt at the pool.”
Heat flares in her eyes and I slide my hands up under her skirt, hook my fingers in the elastic of her panties and yank them down. Unlike our first time together, I’m not feeling especially patient. But, I am feeling very, very hungry. “I’m starving for you, baby,” I tell her and then dip my head under the skirt.
Hailey cries out and her hips buck up when I find her hot center and kiss her there. I want her writhing so I use my tongue, lips and teeth until she’s making these little, breathy noises. I’m giving her just enough to keep here in a state of excitement, but not enough to push her over the edge. Not yet, anyway. I want to punish her first for that little show of hers the other day when Ryker and Griff were here.
“Ryan,” she moans and twists.
I grab her hips and hold her so she can’t move. Then, I continue to lap up her folds.
“God, please…”
“Please, what?” I ask and swirl my tongue around her clit.
“Yes, Ryan. Like that,” she begs.
She’s definitely begging, no doubt about it, but I let her squirm a little longer before I suck that throbbing bud into my mouth. Her whole body jerks and I can feel trembles rack her body as she cries out, coming hard.
I pull my head out from under the dress, sit back on my haunches and lick my lips. I’ll never get tired of her taste. I love it. When Hailey’s eyes finally flutter open, she stares up at me and I know she must see how much I want her. The raw desire rages through me and I stand up, hovering over her and ready to pounce. I want to take her now, claim her completely as I sink into her tight, little body.
But, I don’t have any damn protection.
“I have to go get a condom,” I rasp.
She props herself up on her elbows. “Top drawer,” she says and nods to the nightstand.
“You were expecting company?” I ask, eyes narrowing.
“Just you.”
With a satisfied growl, I open the drawer and pull the still-sealed box out. My sweet girl. I tear it open, grab a foil packet and feel her fingers drop down the back of my jeans, warm on my skin. I hiss in a breath as she slides them around and dips down further into my boxers. Fuck. Her fingers brush over my painfully hard cock, light and teasing. I look down and watch, letting her play and explore until I can’t take it any longer.
I spin around, reach down and pull the dress over her head. For a brief moment, I admire her in the delicate lace bra, but I want her completely naked. I unsnap it and toss it aside. Her hands reach out and drag my zipper down and it’s too slow, more than I can bear. With a shaky hand, I brush her fingers aside, shove my jeans and boxers down and then step forward, pushing Hailey back onto the bed, covering her with my body. I feel like I’m on fire and the feel of her satin skin against mine is like someone throwing gasoline on the flames.
I kiss her hard then pull back and rip the packet open. I need her, but not like before. This time it’s different. Something feral inside me takes over and I pull her delicate frame up into my arms. Then, I turn her around, move her hair aside and begin kissing the side of her neck. I lick up to her ear and nip. “I’m going to take you like this,” I tell her and push up against her backside. Hailey just moans in answer and my control snaps. I let her drop forward, lift her ass up and push, sinking my cock in her from behind.
Hailey’s head whips back and a cry erupts from her mouth. I can’t hold back and I thrust deeper, watching as her body stretches to take me further. “Take it, Hailey. Take it all,” I say in a hoarse voice. God, she feels like heaven and I love watching her expand around me.
“Oh, God, Ryan,” she moans and pushes back against me.
I reach down and around, stroking between her legs with one hand while my other holds her hips, fingers digging into the skin there. I try to keep a steady rhythm, but I’m losing control fast. I slam hard into her and begin a pounding tempo. The pressure at the base of my spine builds and, in the back of my mind, I hope I’m not hurting her. But, I don’t slow down or ease up.
Suddenly, the intense, overwhelming feelings burst and I explode hard. Harder than ever before. Shudders rack through my body and I drop over her back and roar through my release. It’s so fucking powerful that the edges of my vision cloud over in fuzzy blackness. “Goddammit,” I swear.
The sheer, fucking intensity of it leaves my body spent. And, my heart terrified. I roll off Hailey and she drops to the mattress with a soft huff. Without a backward glance, I pad down to the bathroom, take care of the condom and still feel the aftershocks pulsing through my body. I study my face in the mirror for a minute then rub my palm against the scruff on my lower face.
In all honesty, I’m not sure what just happened. One minute, I wanted to punish her for the other day and the next, I felt like the tables turned. That I was the one who was at her mercy instead. And, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
The tides are shifting and it’s becoming more and more clear that I’m the one who needs her now. And, not the other way around. I slide my hand around to the back of my neck and squeeze. This isn’t good. All of a sudden, I just want to get out of here. To bolt and erase Hailey Lane from my mind once and for all.
Once my breathing gets under control, I cross the hall and warily step back into her room. God, it’s hot and it smells musky like sex and fucking. Christ, I can feel myself starting to get hard again.
Hailey lays against the pile of pillows, sheet pulled up and, thankfully, covering her. I don’t know what to say after that so I just reach down and tug my jeans on, keeping my gaze averted.
“Ryan?”
I pull the zipper up, but leave the button undone. “Hmm?” Even though I don’t want to, I finally look over at her. God, I feel like I’m under some kind of spell. Like she’s bewitched me. Because all I want to do is fuck her again.
“Are you okay?”
No. You’re turning me inside out, little girl.“Sure,” I mumble. I glance over at the door and just want to get the hell out of here.
“I liked it that way,” she says, voice low and sultry.
My eyes slide shut. I give a sharp nod, but my nostrils flare and my cock surges to life.
“Please, stay,” she says.
“I can’t,” I force out between gritted teeth.
Suddenly, she gets up and walks over to me. Her hand dips and covers the front of my jeans. “Will you show me other ways?”
“Jesus, Hailey.” She’s killing me.
“You’re hard.” Down the zipper goes and my cock springs free.
Dammit.
Her fingers wrap around me. “Hard like steel, but silky like satin.”
“Hailey, please…”
“Please, what?” she asks, echoing my words from earlier.
I finally look at her and those brown eyes of hers glow. Please, understand that we can’t keep doing this.
“Show me what to do, Ryan.” Her fingers brush lightly up and down and I know I’m not going anywhere.
I wrap my hand around hers and start pumping hard and fast. If she wants a lesson then I’ll give her one. I’ll give her one she’ll never forget. I guide her finger over the head of my cock and rub it there until it’s wet with moisture.
“I want to put my mouth on you. Like you do to me.” Then, without warning, Hailey drops to her knees and my pulse spikes.
God. In. Heaven. When her lips wrap around me, I think I grow another inch. Hailey sucks me into her mouth, cheeks indenting, and my hips jerk forward. “Holy hell, Hailey,” I gasp, fingers threading into her hair. Even though she’s doing pretty well on her own, I guide her head and set the pace. Then, I lose all train of rational thought and let her have at it.
Game over. I’m done. I’ve come to accept that this little girl will be the death of me.
I can feel my release coming fast and I know I should warn her, but my mind is barely functioning at this point. It’s all too much and I come hard and ground out a long, rumbling, “Fuuuck.”
I pull Hailey up into my arms and kiss her hard. Then, I bury my face into her fragrant hair and sigh. I have no idea what to do about her anymore. If I run, she finds me. When I push her away, she lures me back.
“Will you stay with me?” she asks.
I feel the last of my defenses crumble away and I cup her face. “Yeah,” I say, finally giving in to her. To us. “I’ll stay.”
The next morning after I sneak back to my place, I can’t stop thinking about our night together. Fucking heaven. Everything about it was perfect. Because Hailey is perfect. I lost count of how many times we did it after I agreed to stay the night.
Needless to say, I’m exhausted, completely worn out and totally satiated like I’ve never been before. I finish my coffee and then take a long shower imagining what we could do in here under the pounding water. And, I can imagine quite a bit.
This time, before I go over to meet Bella, I text her to make sure she remembers. She promises to be there at noon so I head over to the vegan restaurant with her belated birthday gift. It’s not as crowded today and I wait out on the same bench. She’s only five minutes late today and, when I see her walk up, I stand and give her a hug.
“Happy Birthday, Bella-Vanilla,” I say and hand her the present.
“Ugh, don’t call me that. And, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she says. “But, thank you.” I may be prejudiced, but I think Bella is beautiful. She ended up getting the best traits from Paige and I-- my light green eyes and Paige’s pale blonde hair. She resembles a fairy or angel with her petite frame. But, looks can be deceiving because my daughter has a fiery side and, unfortunately, it’s burned me a few times.
We sit down at a table on the patio and I nod to the gift. “Open it,” I tell her.
“I’d rather wait,” she says. But, I think she must see the disappointment flash across my face because then she changes her mind. “Oh, alright.” Bella tears the paper off and eyes the chess set.
“Remember when you told me how much you liked to play?”
“Yeah, when I was like 10.” She laughs.
I frown. “No, it was just a couple years ago.”
Bella sets it on the chair next to her. “Thanks, Dad.”
“There’s another box,” I say, feeling a little deflated.
“Oh, right.” Bella opens it and lifts the necklace up. “It’s pretty. Thanks.”
I get the feeling that she doesn’t really like it. “You hate it,” I say.
She looks up at me and shrugs. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t ever wear gold.” She lifts her hands to show me the silver rings and bracelets.
I feel like an idiot. “I can take it back and exchange it.”
“It’s fine,” she says and sets the box on the chess set.
I stifle a sigh. “So, how have you been?” I ask.
She seems to light up a bit. “Good. I’m making a lot of tips at work and I’ve been seeing this new guy who I really like.”
“That’s great. How’s school?”
“Classes are classes. But, I’m almost done so it’s good.”
“If you need any help with your tuition-”
“I got it covered.”
I hate how she never wants to accept anything from me. How she keeps me at arm’s length. The waiter brings our food and she dives into the mushy-looking soup and tofu burger with zeal. At least I got the restaurant right.
I take a bite of my fajita wrap filled with grilled soy chicken and try not to make a face. Blech. I don’t know how she can be a vegan, but I’m proud of her. I swallow down the cardboard-tasting food and know that I couldn’t ever do it.
“Dad?”
I look up from picking some slimy shit out of the wrap. “Huh?”
“You know Mom is dating someone, right?”
Actually, I had no idea. “No, I didn’t know. But, I’m happy for her.”
Bella’s eyes narrow.
God, they look so much like my eyes, I realize. “What?”
“You’re happy for her? Really?”
I hear the disbelief in her voice and set my fork down. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well, I didn’t think you ever really cared about her feelings. Or, mine, for that matter.”
“Isabella, that is not true.” How could she think that I didn’t care?
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Her tone cuts me to the quick. “Look, I’m not sure what your mother has told you about the divorce, but I’m assuming the blame was all placed on me because I worked so much.”
“Do you deny that?”
“No, but you have to understand how young we were when we got married. Neither of us was ready, but she was pregnant and we wanted to try to make things work. Honestly, honey, I think our relationship was over before we even said our vows.”
Bella gives me a funny look. “How old were you?”
“I was 20 and Paige was 19.” I can see the gears turning in her head and wonder if she didn’t know this.
“I guess I thought you were older,” she murmured. “So, you weren’t already in the military?”
I shake my head. “No. Not until a few years later.”
“So, you guys were together then. For at least a few years before you started flying.”
“Yeah. I worked at a grocery store and she was home with you. It was hard making ends meet. Nobody went through diapers like you, kid.”
“Dad!” She bursts out laughing and it’s like music to my ears.
“I knew I had to find a better job so I could support you both and I had a friend in the Army and he made it sound like a pretty good deal. So, I joined and found out I had a talent for flying.”
“And, then you just flew away.”
“No. You and your Mom came with me and we lived on the base in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, while I trained.”
“We lived in Kentucky?”
I nod, surprised she didn’t know.
“And, then what happened?”
“I finished my training and started going out on missions. Your Mom wanted to move back here and so we did. But, we’d grown apart even more and one day we sat down and decided neither of us was happy.” I meet my daughter’s gaze and give her a small, sad smile. “We tried, Bella. We tried really hard for you.”
Bella looks away fast and grabs her water. I’m not sure if I saw right, but it almost looked like tears brightened her eyes. For a split second, anyway.
She swallows down a few sips and seems to be mulling over what I just told her. “I didn’t know a lot of that,” she says. “Thank you for telling me.”
I reach over and wrap my hand around hers. “You’re welcome.” And, for the first time since I can remember, Bella gives me a genuine smile and it feels really, really good. “Love you, Bella-Vanilla,” I say and squeeze her hand.
She doesn’t say it back, but she does give my hand a squeeze.
I’ll take it,I think, feeling like we made a bit of a breakthrough today. I’m so happy that I take a big bite of the slimy soy wrap.
