“You want to come… who?” He lifts his head slightly, holding his gaze with mine, dark and steady.
“Who?” I rock into his touch, my thighs aching and desperate for relief.
“If you want to come,” he exhales the words and slows his touch on my magic spot, “I need to hear you call me Daddy.”
Oh damn!
My clit throbs against his thumb. For some reason, in this moment, I want to call this man daddy. Without more thought, I say the word he’s been waiting for. “Make me come… Daddy. Make me come hard.”
“Say it again,” he growls, his fingers slowly pumping, his thumb rotating. “Tell me what you want Daddy to do.”
“Make me come, Daddy! Please… Daddy!” I grind up against his hand as his forearm tightens, rocking uncontrollably as pressure builds. My core goes tight, my thighs ache, and suddenly, without warning, I’m sopping wet, riding out a wave of blinding ecstasy on Daddy’s big, rough hand.
My body shivers and convulses as I moan and sigh, completely losing control of every muscle in my body.
“Good fucking girl.” His tone drops hard as his teeth sink into my shoulder and whispers, “Now touch Daddy’s dick before he fucks you hard.”
He takes my hand and lands it against the long, pulsing length that’s grown down the inside of his leg. “You see what you do to me? You see how hard you make your daddy?”
I nod slowly, my fingertips brushing the hard length of his cock through the denim fabric, my pussy pulsing and twitching.
“Get on your—”
A dog barks, interrupting his sentence.
“Fuck!” he groans before leaning into the side window, peeking outside for a moment before cursing again. “My buddies are here. They’ll let themselves in if I don’t go handle this.” He kisses my forehead gently and sighs low before pulling his fingers from inside of me. “Why don’t you get changed? Daddy’ll be right back for more.”
I swallow hard as I stare at him, my body suddenly feeling empty and cold where he’d warmed me.
“Tell Daddy you liked it,” he groans, his gaze heavy on mine.
My clit pulses and a chill rushes through me. “I loved it.”
“Good girl.” He lifts his fingers to his tongue and licks them clean, a growl in his throat as he turns away and leaves the room.
I draw in a sharp breath and stare toward him, my heart pounding as I try to contemplate all that’s just happened and what happens when he comes back. Is he coming back to fuck me? To eat me out? Does he want me to suck his cock and drain his balls? Does he want to hear me beg?
Who knew a kidnapping would be so much fun?
Chapter Six
Rhett
“Jesus Christ.” My buddy Reed shakes his head as he steps into the house. I can tell he’s in the mood to be a judgmental fuck, so I redirect the guys to the back porch, far away from Pepper’s ears. The last thing I need her hearing about is the stupid ass plan I had before I decided she belonged to me. “You fucked her, didn’t you? I can smell the come all over you.”
Guess I could’ve washed my hands.
“I’m a fucking gentleman,” I groan, biting back a shit-eating grin. “I don’t talk about who I fuck.”
“So, you did fuck her?” Clint laughs and takes a seat at the wrought-iron patio table beneath the umbrella. Some of the lake houses Clint bought from his ex came furnished, pretty nicely too, which saves us a ton of money.
“I didn’t fuck anyone. You guys need to get a grip.” I’m staring out at the turquoise lake, avoiding eye contact at all costs as my best buddy, Charlie, comes running to my side again. God did it right when he made dogs, though I suppose he did okay with the other friends he gave me too. These guys are like brothers to me. We grew up in the same small town, we all went off to war together, and we all came back to build a business. For the most part, it’s a blessing to have them in my life. A blessing… until I need them to mind their own fucking business.
“You did something with her,” Reed presses. “Dude… you’re fucked.”
“I’m not going to be scared of some pussy, rich dude who treated his woman like shit. He deserved to have her taken.”
“Fuck,” Clint groans and readjusts his hat backward. “You remember when your grandma was in the hospital?”
