Page 4 of Soldier Daddy’s Submissive Little

As I sped down the interstate, my excitement couldn’t let me keep still. There I was, all giggling like a bloody lover boy. Well, I’m an actual Daddy now, so I think I still count as a lover boy. I chuckled to myself, nodding in sync to the music I had blasting in the car.

What makes me think I'm still her Daddy? What makes me think she remained loyal all these while I went MIA on her?

Those unsettling thoughts kept bugging me and I thought to call her at least, to know how she’s doing and possibly ask to see her, even. I turned off the music and began aggressively dialing her number. She didn’t pick up the five times I called and I approached her house, it became evident why.

Wow. Just wow. Three months I’m away and there’s already a guy living with her? Why the hell is he holding her fucking hand? Just wow. Look at them all excited and dressed up. Wait, that’s Vanessa’s messy bed hair. They slept together? They slept together!

The insane amount of jealousy coursing through my veins at that moment made my head spin and my mouth go dry. I clutched the steering wheel, staring at my white knuckles. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to overreact.

I was trying hard not to reach out and bludgeon that guy over with the closest thing my hand makes contact with.

My eyes drifted over to the tiny frame of the woman I love. Vanessa. She still looked as ravishing as she looked three months ago. Her tanned legs, that perfect body that could give Miss World a run for her money, that wonderful, delicate woman who made everything pretty just by standing next to it.

The lady that stole my heart.

The longer I sat in the car, the weirder I felt. The shocked expression that blanched her face when she spotted my car was priceless. I wonder how I could be admiring that right now with all the turmoil inside of me.

I stepped out, my lips pursed in a hard, taut line as I assessed the situation. The guy looked awfully familiar; like I had seen him with this his shocking red hair before. His shirt was misbuttoned and his curly hair disheveled.

What in the actual hell is fucking going on here? These look like they had a pretty nice sleep over… I groaned, my anger barely restrained now. I slowly walked to Vanessa and the redhead, seething. At least, I needed to understand what was going on first. I need an actual explanation.

Vanessa stood transfixed for some seconds then suddenly broke into a run, headed to me. I was considering giving her the cold shoulder but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I had missed my baby– the genuine excitement in her eyes, the smooth, curvy outline of her ass pushing against the stretchy material of her dress…

Damn. I nearly forgot just how sexy she was.

CHAPTER FOUR

Vanessa

Is that… Oscar? Is that…

Before I could process anything, I dropped Clark's hand and found myself running towards him with tears streaming down my face. Why I was crying or running towards him for that matter, I had no idea. He left me. He left me for so long without so much as a phone call and I’m still…

I stopped abruptly, wiping my face with the back of my hand, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I was probably red in the face and looked a mess but I didn’t care. He was here now. He was here now and I was so excited, glad, angry, pained and a thousand other emotions that I couldn’t quite name were coursing through me faster than I could process.

“Baby,” Oscar muttered in his all too familiar baritone and how that still made my toes curl in my boots, given how long he was away was a mystery to be solved later. He held his hands out and stepped towards me.

He looked pained when he saw me crying and tried to envelope me in a hug. I pushed back at his chest, punching his hard pecs with tears streaming down my face.

“How could you? How… why? Don’t touch me!” I yelled amidst tears, trying to free my hands from his grasp.

“Vanessa, I tried to…”

I forcibly shoved him away. “Don’t give me that crap! You didn’t even try to reach out to me!” I screamed at him, fists clenched at my side. I knew his leaving wasn’t intentional and it must have hurt him to have to leave that way but I had tons of pent up anger that I needed to dissipate. I wanted him to have a taste of what that felt like; a not-so-tiny slice of my anger and pain and loneliness.

I couldn’t quite think straight when his familiar woody scent overpowered my senses as he pulled me into a tight hug, his strong arms encircling my body. My petite body pressed against his hard torso instantly making me realize just how small I was in comparison to him and more importantly, how much I had missed his touch.

Before I could say anymore, I felt his lips crashing upon mine, his warm tongue firmly pressing into my mouth, claiming, tasting, invading my thoughts with a faster intensity than he invaded my mouth.

He only slowed down the fervency of the kiss when we heard Clark’s engine rev as he prepared to drive away. He turned my head back to look at him, care and possessiveness coloring the expression on his face. I had really missed that. I didn’t realize how much I did but now that he was here…

The words were out as naturally as breathing in and out. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, sure,” he said and broke into a toothy grin. I loved the feel of his strong, muscular arms around my slim waist.

Clark was long gone by the time we were walking through the door. Oscar closed the door and leaned against it drawing me to himself.

“I missed you so much, Baby. So, so much…” he murmured into my hair, punctuating his words with warm kisses to my forehead.