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My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat several times before I can grit out, “How about the sliders, mozzarella sticks, potato skins, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream? A big glass of ice water, too. That sound good, babygirl?”
“That’s too much food, Daddy. I can’t eat all that,” she says, all wide-eyed and playing at being innocent. She’s losing it, though, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes as she tries and fails to hold back her laughter.
I lower my voice and lean toward her conspiratorially. “Oh, I don’t know, babygirl. I think you can make it all fit.”
I’m going to hell, I think, for talking to a teenage girl like this. If she calls me Daddy one more time, I’m going to start leaking in my jeans. I try to subtly adjust my hard bulge under the bar, hoping she doesn’t notice what I’m doing.
“Alright, I’ll have that right out for y’all,” the bartender says, though I hardly pay him any attention as the little vixen nearly falls out of her seat from laughing so hard.
She wipes the tears from her cheeks and tries to settle down but almost immediately breaks out into a new round of giggles at the look on my face.
I want to make her laugh like this every day.
“You know you’re wrong for that,” I say with a chuckle and shake my head.
When the bartender returns and sets my beer down in front of me, I chug half of it while I try to get control of myself before I do something crazy, like pull her across my lap and spank her little ass for the stunt she just pulled.
What a pair we must be. I can only imagine what the other patrons think of us. A giant, hairy, old man flirting and carrying on with a tiny teenage girl he has no business being with.
Forget about them, I say to myself. They’ll just have to get used to it, and so will I. I’m not going to let my bullshit insecurities ruin this again, and I’ll be right here by her side for as long as she wants me.
Longer than that, I think, even if she doesn’t.
Chapter 13
Dolly
I fall on the food when it arrives, absolutely ravenous, and I’m pretty sure I eat more in one sitting than I have all week. When I finish my last bite of ice cream, I drop the spoon in the bowl and groan as I rub my overly-stuffed belly.
Wyatt, who hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off me the whole time we ate, reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Squeezing it, he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Told you you could make it all fit, babygirl.”
This time, my groan comes out more as a moan as a full-body shiver racks my body at the feel of his breath tickling my ear, his hand now rubbing up and down my thigh slowly. I squirm in my seat when his hand moves higher, closer to where my thighs meet with each pass.
I snap my legs closed, unintentionally trapping his hand between them. His pinky finger is just barely touching my cloth-covered pussy, and it feels about a hundred degrees hotter in here. It has nothing to do with the temperature inside and everything to do with the big man invading my space, who starts dragging his pinky knuckle up and down my core, spiking my heart rate.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back. I’m so close to losing my mind and spreading my legs to give him more access right here in the middle of this busy bar when a throat clears nearby. Snapping my eyes open, I see the bartender has come back with the check. He stares at me with a hungry look, like he knows exactly what we’re doing, even though he can’t see anything from where he stands behind the bar.
Wyatt removes his hand slowly, pulls out his wallet, silently reads the total on the check, and throws cash down on the bar. The bartender might be a bit skeevy, but I’m glad he interrupted us. I shouldn’t let myself get lost in the feeling of Wyatt’s hand on me, no matter how much I like it.
I’m just feeling happy and satisfied thanks to the big meal, that’s all, I lie to myself.
I hop up quickly, putting some distance between us while I wait for Wyatt to be ready to leave. He takes his sweet time getting up, looking like he’s adjusting his pants as he puts his wallet away.
I’ve lost count of all the money he’s spent on me so far, and I didn’t see the bill just now. It was a lot of food, so it couldn’t have been cheap. He knows I can’t pay him back, but maybe he’ll let me do something like clean the cab to make up for it. My thoughts turn filthy when I think of all the ways I can pay Wyatt back for what he’s spent on me.
Stop it, you little hussy!
I rush outside into the crisp air to cool off and hopefully stop thinking of him and those big hands of his squeezing and rubbing and…
Goddamnit!
Wyatt follows me outside and grabs hold of my hand. “Ready to go?” His warm hand swallows my own, and I can’t help looking down and comparing our sizes again, making my skin tingle. I wiggle my fingers deeper between his, and he squeezes them gently.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I know I slept on the drive, but I’m still tired.” My voice comes out breathy, and I sigh, giving up fighting my thoughts for now. “I’m in serious need of a shower before I fall into a food-coma,” I say as a yawn escapes me, and I pat my full, slightly distended belly.
“Yeah, me too,” he chuckles. “Let’s grab our bags, hit the showers, and get some shut-eye.”
Wyatt
