The sound of my little girl’s voice as she runs down the hallway to greet me is the best sound in the world.Well, a close second might be the sound her mother makes when I make her come.
I set down the heavy gear bag on the hallway floor just in time to catch Lenni, clad in her little piggy-footed pjs, as she launches herself into my arms.She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight, smelling of bathtime and baby shampoo.
“You’re up late, Lulu Lennon,” I say against damp hair that has been set into a braid.Lifting my eyes over her head, I see Halle coming around the corner carrying a Vikings mascot plushie in her hand.
Halle exhales heavily and as she gets closer, I can see the dark circles under her eyes.
“Someone was being stubborn and would not go to bed until her daddy got home and tucked her in with a bedtime story.”
I swing my gaze to Lenni, who smiles brightly, her chin cleft widening with her grin.
“Hmm.Good thing the team plane was on time so I could be here to read a story, then.”I brush my nose over her smooth face, and she turns so we can give each other angel kisses.She giggles, and I set her back down on the ground.
“I want you to tell me the story about the ice hockey monster, Ivan Ruski.He’s the mean one.”
“But you know that story by heart now, sweetie.How about I tell you a new one?”I ask, meeting Halle’s gaze and rolling my eyes.
When our girl likes or latches onto something, she is dead set on doing it on repeat.It’s a compulsive trait she might have gotten from me.
The one thing I don’t mind doing over and over again, however—besides hockey, of course—is Halle.Goddamn, things between us are as hot and good as ever.
The last year of my life has been a lesson in becoming a good dad and an even better partner.I’ve learned a lot, especially after we made the decision for Halle and Lennon to move in with me.
Now that’s something that’s made me grow up in a hurry.Becoming a dad to Lenni is so much fun, and every day is a new opportunity to witness how my little girl’s brain operates.And Lord help me, but I’ve found out that being a girl dad is much like having a unicorn vomit pink all over your life.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Living together in my house has also made coming home after long, difficult road trips something of an adventure.Lenni will tell me about all the new information she learned during her days at school.My girl is in kindergarten now and loves everything about school.She’ll display any new artwork she’s made that will be hung on our fridge door, and she’ll demonstrate all her new dance moves she makes up on the spot.
And once we put the little rascal to bed and ensure that she’s fast asleep, I get to be a rascal in a very different way in the bedroom I now share with Halle.
Which is what I plan to do tonight.
Or, from the way she looks right now, maybe just a bath and a massage are what the doctor ordered.
“Hey, baby,” I say, looping my arm behind her back and tucking her in for a hug.I place a kiss on her forehead and then bend to cover her mouth with mine.Her lips part seductively for me, and I sweep my tongue inside.
“Mm… I’ve missed you,” she says, peering up at me in that sexy manner of hers.She licks her lips, and I know exactly what she’s thinking as I slide my hands down her spine until I reach the curve of her ass, squeezing it suggestively.
“Are you looking for a naughty bedtime story of your own tonight?”I give her a wink, tangling my fingers with hers as we follow our daughter upstairs to her bedroom.
“I was thinking about taking a nice,long,hot bath.”
I lift a brow.“Oh?That sounds…hot.”
“Oh, it will be,” she promises, her eyes flashing with possibility.
With Lenni having already run into her bedroom, I halt my steps and spin Halle around, shoving her against the hallway wall.
I lean forward and press my growing erection into her core, undulating my hips in a wickedly sexy move.Reaching for her hands, I pin them above her head, then take her lips in a possessive kiss.
“Fuck, I missed you.And I am going to give you an R-rated version of story time as soon as I can.”
Lenni prattles on in the distance as she sings a bedtime song to her stuffies while I kiss the hell out of her mother, bringing a hand between us and slipping my fingers down her panties.
I hiss out a not-so-G-rated expletive when I find her slick with need already.
“Fuck me, Cherry,” I groan, tugging her lower lip between my teeth.“Go get that bath started.I’m about to tell the fastest bedtime story in the history of bedtime stories.And when I’m done, I want to find you wet and slick for me.”
