Page 26 of Chasing Honor

“I know so.”

“We’ll see. Maybe you’re the one who should take a nap.”

The mischief that sparked in her eyes meant good things for me later.

“Smalls, every night for the past twenty-nine days I’ve come upstairs after I’ve kissed you senseless and stroked my dick, imagining all the ways I want to make you come. On my fingers, in my mouth, all over my cock until the bed is soaked. I’ve thought up a hundred filthy ways to make you beg for more. Trust me, you’ll need the nap.”

I pushed forward and pressed my dick against her stomach, letting her see how effected I was by the images.

“Kiss me, Ethan.”

I lowered my mouth to hers and took my time enjoying the taste of her. Sunshine and promise. It should’ve worried me how she could bring me to my knees with just the brush of her tongue. But it didn’t, instead it filled me with hope. Honor Sullivan was everything I never thought I’d find.

“Honor!” Carson called from the landing outside my bedroom and we both jumped apart.

“Oops.” She wiped her mouth and answered Carson. “Coming.”

“Not yet you’re not. But you will tonight,” I quietly added.

“Promises, promises.” She threw her comeback over her shoulder and left me standing in my bathroom adjusting my throbbing hard-on.

Fuck yeah, it was a promise. A promise I fully intended to make good on. Multiple times in a multitude of ways.

* * *

“Daddy, can we take Honor to the candy store then to the ice cream shop next door?” Carson asked as we strolled down the river walk, passing the tourist shops that lined the path.

“We can after dinner.”

“Do they have Swedish Fish at this candy store?” Honor asked.

“Yes. Every candy you can image. They even have fried crickets.”

“Fried crickets? Gross.”

“Totally gross. We bought some for Pop. He ate the whole bag and said they were pretty good. But Pop will eat anything, so I don’t believe him.”

“True story,” I laughed. “My dad will eat just about anything.”

We found a restaurant across from the Echo Square and walked the two flights of stairs to our table. It had a perfect view of the Savannah River, complete with the old-time riverboat replica docked nearby.

I watched as the girls sat close, heads together, scrolling through all the pictures Honor had taken.

“There are a lot of pictures of me and daddy.”

“There are. The two of you are perfect subjects. Always smiling.”

“What’s a subject?” Carson asked.

I zoned out during Honor’s explanation. I hadn’t seen the pictures she’d taken but I had noticed her taking them. It seemed every time I turned around Honor’s camera was in front of her face, and she was snapping pictures. It had dawned on me that Honor had documented our day, sans her. I pulled out my cellphone, opened the camera app and took a picture of the girls together.

I vowed right then and there, Honor would never be left out again. I remembered what she’d said the first time I’d met her in the park.

When memories start to fade it’s important to have a reminder.

I wasn’t planning on forgetting, but I saw the beauty in the reminder.

Our dinner came and Carson, as usual, dominated the conversation but this time it was different, she wasn’t directing all her questions at me. Honor and Carson carried on like Honor had always been part of our lives. They poked fun of me and laughed together. Carson filled Honor in on the latest family news—including that my brother was coming home on leave for a few days. It was a good time. No . . . a great time.