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“I want you to be sure. There’s a reason I’ve been holding back going to your father and laying it all out.” Our fingers entwine, and he places our hands on the tops of my thighs. “I don’t want to come between you and your father. You get that I don’t have my parents, and it hurts like hell. I’d never want that for you, ever.” This man, clearly, he’s been wrestling with his emotions over this for a while.
“Are you worried he’s going to make me choose between you and him?” I ask.
“Yeah, look at you and look at me. I’ve never once wanted to settle down. I take risks, enjoy the thrill of the chase. Fuck, I wouldn’t want you for me if the roles were reversed and you were my daughter. My job, while not being near as dangerous as it once was, shit could happen. I could be taken tomorrow, leaving you behind with a child.” His hand disconnects from mine, he places his big palm on my lower abdomen, and continues, “Would you want that for our child?”
My hand cups his jaw, thumb sweeping over his now smooth skin. “I want you, no matter what. If roles were reversed and we were talking about our daughter, yes. I’d want her to know what it’s like to live how she wants and love who she wants. Life is too short not to be happy. So, while yes, something could happen, it doesn’t mean it will.”
“Delilah.” He states my name like I’m his reckoning.
“Fletcher.”
“You saying you love me, woman?” I’d roll my eyes if this weren’t a serious conversation. How could he not see or feel the love I have for him? It’s everywhere in everything we do.
“Yes, Fletch, I’m telling you I am completely and utterly in love with you.” Regardless of what people may think or say, you can fall in love with someone in a matter of days or weeks. Love doesn’t have a time stamp, and your feelings don’t need to be validated by anyone who doesn’t belong in your relationship. So, while we may have jumped ahead in time from what others have done, it doesn’t mean anything less.
“Thank god. I fucking love you, too.” His lips land on mine, the palms of his hands cup my cheeks, and my hands encircle his wrists. Fletch takes over the kiss, our tongues tangling with one another. It’s full of depth, emotion, and understanding.
Our kiss is filled with love.
He’s not trying to dominate me this time; he’s giving as much as I am. Exactly how a relationship works. I’ve had two amazing role models show me what it’s like to have what I hope Fletch and I will. He has too, even if his parents were taken away from him and his brothers too soon.
“We’re going to finish this, temptress. Later when I get home not like last night. Tonight, it’ll be nice and slow. I want you riding my cock and my mouth on you.”
“I’m the temptress? Listen, hot stuff, you’re the one who makes me this way, but yes, when you get home, I’m going to ride you, and when we come. It’ll be with our mouths on one another.” I lift up, placing a soft kiss on his lips before wiggling myself off the counter. It seems I’ve got places to be today myself.
“Damn straight. You walking me out?”
“Don’t I always? I can’t necessarily do that in your shirt and with you shirtless,” I toss over my shoulder as I exit the bathroom. Fletcher grumbles something, except it’s muttered under his breath in a way I can’t hear the entire statement, only that he’s going to spank me. He should know by now that I’m more than okay with his hand landing anywhere on my body, and it’s not a punishment either.
Chapter 17
Delilah
“This is a pleasant surprise,” Dad greets me when I walk through his door without knocking. I figured since it was open, it means he’s not too busy. After I saw Fletch off to work this morning, I went back inside for a few minutes. There were a few things I needed to pick up as well as make sure the toaster was unplugged. Then I was grabbing my purse and heading to the garage to go back to my place. The quick showers I’ve been having with Fletch meant that the minute I stepped through my door at home, all I had to do was change into my work clothes and get to work.
Today was an easy one. I only had two accounts to work on. So, once those were settled, I made a phone call to my mom asking what was on Dad’s agenda. She let me know he was at the station today. We chit-chatted for a few minutes, with her asking me about work and me asking her about what she’s been up to, and then we made plans to grab lunch this weekend and go to Peach Springs annual garage sale. I’m still looking for that elusive office chair. I doubt I’ll find one this weekend, but it would be a good time to find a few other things for my place, too. After our call, I changed again back into a bra and panties while second-guessing the outing. The fact of the matter is, I really hate undergarments, yet I’d never not wear them around my dad. Plus, Fletcher would lose his mind if he found out, especially if he wasn’t with me while doing so. An idea comes to fruition. Once we’re out in the open but there’s no more keeping our relationship a secret, and none of this the-Chief’s-daughter-is-off-limits business, I can make it happen. Fletcher would absolutely love me for it, but that’s the best part. I’ll make sure to wear one of my dresses he loves so much, leave the bra and panties at home for the night. Once we’re sitting down for dinner, I’ll take his hand in mine and place it on my thigh. Fletcher would do the rest, slowly slide the tips of his fingers up my skin, I’d open my legs for him, and he’d feel exactly how bare and wet I am for him. I could also give him a little peep show, but that would require being very strategic, and I’m not sure I could pull it off without flashing someone or falling over.
“I was in the area and figured I’d stop in and say hello.” I move closer inside. I’ve got Dad’s beloved fountain drink in my hand, buttering him up, so to speak.
“Well, I’m glad you did. Is that for me?” He points at the Styrofoam cup in my hand. I had to get gas, and I’ve already met my quota of caffeine for the day, but Dad lives off it, and I knew he’d be all too happy to indulge in more.
“It is, extra ice, too.” I stir it around. “Door open or closed?” I ask before walking further into his office.
“Closed. Those knuckleheads out there are liable to barge in here and interrupt,” Dad states. The last time I was here, it was him doing the charging to introduce me to the guys who didn’t work here before I left for college. When I came home, there wasn’t a lot of time. I’d visit with my parents and extended family when they were near. Dad would try to be home more, which meant the station stops were few and far between. Obviously, that led to kissing Fletch the first time as well.
“We all know you love them, you big ole’ softy.” I hand him his beloved soda, Mountain Dew, and he has no problem acting like the big goofball he is.
“Shh, don’t tell any of them that.” He takes a healthy swig of his drink, acting like he hasn’t had a fountain drink in forever.
“Did I bring you a drink Mom and your doctor told you to stay away from?” I side-eye him, my arms folded over my chest, ready to snatch it out of his hands if that’s the case.
“Sit down and take a load off. And for your information, Nosy Rosy, the doctor said to cut back, not cut out. I’m down to one or two of these a week.” He’s proud of himself, which can only mean one thing. There’s a health-related reason.
“Dad, you want to tell me the reason why you’re cutting back?” His office vibe is dark and moody. Dark brown wood paneling, wood bookcases, and wood desk add to the vibe. There’s a television mounted to the wall on one side of his desk, and the other is stacked with books and files. Behind his desk Dad has awards, a framed insignia of Peach Springs Police Department, and a few pictures. One with him and the mayor, another with Mom at a fancy dinner, and then me in my cap and gown graduating from college.
“The doctor says my A1C is high.” Great, I’m the culprit in helping his sugar soar.
“High or borderline?” I question. He doesn’t take his health seriously enough.
