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“I’m pretty darn sure,” he said with a wink.
After I brushed my teeth, he placed Possum Bob in my arms and guided me to the bedroom. I quickly set my stuffie on the bedside table and turned to face Daddy. His eyes darkened with lust, and my heart hammered against my ribcage as I anticipated the night to come.
“Come on, sweet girl, let’s get you dressed for bed.”
Chapter 8
DARREL
I helped my babygirl into her favorite pajamas—a soft, purple drop-seat onesie that I’d given to her last month as a three-month anniversary present. Purple was her favorite color, and I’d traded a bottle of my finest homemade whiskey for it. My heart warmed as I remembered how her face had lit up as she’d opened the box and pulled out the onesie.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she said with a smile. “I’m all toasty warm now.”
I drew her into my arms, holding her tightly to my chest. God, I loved her. I breathed deeply of her floral scent and caught a whiff of her arousal too. Hm. Apparently, my babygirl was getting excited again.
“I want to take a quick shower before I join you in bed, sweet girl.” I smoothed her hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead. “Do you think you can behave yourself for about five minutes?”
She chuckled. “Of course I can! Honestly, Daddy, what is it you think I’m going to do?” Her bright blue eyes twinkled with laughter.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll try to hop a spaceship to Mars?”
“Oh, please. It’s fun to think about that sort of thing, but you know I’d never go anywhere without you. You’re my home, Daddy.” She laced her arms around my waist and hugged me tight.
You’re my home, Daddy.
Her words warmed me all over.
I caressed a hand through her golden locks, feeling like the luckiest man on the doomed planet.
“You’re my home, too, babygirl.”
After getting her situated in bed with a book, I hurried back to the bathroom and took a shower.
Once I was finished, I walked down the hallway toward the bedroom, buck naked. My babygirl tended to get cold easily, so I kept the thermostat in the bunker cranked high, which meant I usually opted to sleep without clothes.
Meg’s breath hitched when I entered the room. She set her book aside and eyed my crotch. Thoughts of what would happen once I joined her in bed had given me one hell of an erection.
A pretty flush spread from her face down to her neck, and when she squirmed under the covers, I knew it meant she was getting achy between her thighs.
“Hasn’t anyone told you it’s not polite to stare?” I asked, effecting a stern voice even though we both knew I was teasing.
“I can’t help it, Daddy. Your cock is just so big and thick, it’s difficult not to stare. I really don’t know how you walk around with that thing. Doesn’t it slow you down when you’re running?” Her eyes widened as she looked her fill, and though I’d thought she was joking at first, I soon realized she was being serious.
“Well, sweetheart, it stays put in my pants while I’m running and doesn’t get in the way, but I appreciate your concern.”
She thrust back the covers and patted the mattress, sending me a come-hither look. I eagerly hopped into bed and wasted no time in taking her in my arms. I loved holding her.
“Thanks for helping me settle down earlier, Daddy,” she said. “I’m sorry I was being so antsy and kind of sassy to you. I really do appreciate all you do for me. I’ve never had anyone care about me the way you do.”
I hugged her tighter. While we both had sketchy pasts, hers was a bit more colorful than mine. I didn’t consider myself a sentimental guy, but I truly believed we were meant to be together.
“Why are you smiling, Daddy?” She snuggled deeper into my arms.
“Oh, I was just thinking about how we first met.” I reached down to pinch her bottom. “My little carrot thief.”
“I’m not a thief, you scruffy bumtit, and you know it! I tried to leave payment for you—I placed a sack of flour in your mailbox first. Remember?” She tried to push out of my arms, but I tightened my hold and playfully licked her nose.
“Well, I hadn’t looked in my mailbox yet, so I assumed you were a thief. You could’ve knocked on my door, you know. Besides, I had a sign out advertising for female companionship right next to my mailbox.” I lifted my eyebrows at her and gave her a warning look. “By the way, bumtit is a naughty word and I don’t want to hear you using it anymore.”
