Page 30 of Chasing Honor

“I can’t, Ethan,” I said but my body betrayed my words. I was already shaking, my thighs tightening, trying to ward off the new sensation that was building, bigger than before, way bigger.

“I can’t stop watching your tits sway, all I can think about is how they’re going to look when you’re on top of me. I’ll be able to suck and play with them while you fuck me.”

I never imagined I’d like dirty talk, but hearing Ethan tell me what he saw, what he liked, and what he wanted to do was driving me crazy.

“Come on, Honor, let go and come with me. You feel too good, you’re gonna make me come.” He stopped rubbing and pinched my clit hard, a rush of heat spread over my body. “Holy shit. That’s it, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock. I’m gonna come with you.”

“Do it,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” he roared and threw his head back. Thrusting once more, he stayed still with his dick as deep as it could go. It twitched and moved inside of me, and the muscles in his neck tightened.

We stayed like that for a while before he looked down at me and smiled.

“Only you, Honor.”

With my brain muddled, and my body relaxed I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was too tired to ask. Too happy. Too sated.

I’d ask later, maybe tomorrow. My eyes closed, and peaceful slumber found me.

9

A door slammed, and I was pulled from a sexy dream of Honor under me, staring at me with wonder as I pumped in and out of her until we both exploded. I heard it bang a second time and rolled out of bed. It took me a minute to realize I was back in my room, I tagged a pair of athletic shorts off the floor, yanking them up I went for the stairs.

I rounded the bottom step and looked around, no one was in the house. I glanced out the back window and caught sight of Carson running across the yard.

Fuck. What the hell was Carson doing outside? With my heart in my throat I ran for the back door and just as I was about to scold her for going out unattended I found her and Honor lying stomach down in the grass. Honor had her camera in front of her face and Carson was holding a mirror next to her lens.

“Daddy! You’re awake.”

“I am. What are you doing?”

“Honor is capturing dandelions with her macro lens. That means up close. Super up close. You can see things in the picture you normally can’t see.”

“And the mirror?”

“I’m her lighting tech.” Carson’s chest puffed, taking her job seriously.

Honor finished and looked over her shoulder.

“Did we wake you?”

“No,” I lied. “Taking pictures of weeds now?”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve found great beauty in the things most people dismiss. You ready for breakfast?” Honor sat up and Carson mimicked her, both girls smiling, only Honor’s eyes kept dropping to my bare chest.

“You two lovely ladies finish up out here. I’ll start the coffee.”

I turned and walked back into the house as quickly as I could, trying to prevent my daughter from seeing the evidence of my arousal. When had I become a horny teenager again? All it took was Honor looking at me, and I popped a fucking boner. That hadn’t happened since I was sixteen. My life was segregated into two parts—before Carson and after Carson.

Before Carson, I’d bagged damn near every cheerleader and girl’s field hockey player at my school. My dad was right about one thing, he taught me to treat them with respect. I’d never talked about my exploits with my friends, never bragged about who or what I’d done. But, thankfully, my dad didn’t have the first clue how many I’d actually taken to bed. I’d had eighteen months between losing my virginity and Chrissy getting pregnant. One could say I’d been busy during that time. However, none of them had made my body come alive like Honor did.

After Carson there had been only a handful. Partly because I was a full-time, single dad, but mostly because I was the dad of a girl. My conscience wouldn’t allow me to take a woman home under false pretenses or promises of more. I was crystal clear about what I’d wanted and needed and hardly ever approached a woman. If they were interested and came to me, we’d talk. But none of those women brought me to my knees. None of them had called to me on a deeper level. Honor checked all the boxes. Made me feel things I’d long ago set aside. I was connected to her in a way that was unexplainable.

I adjusted my cock in my shorts and wondered if I had time to run upstairs and take care of it before breakfast was ready. I could leave the girls to make breakfast and go take a shower. There was no doubt it would only take a few strokes of my hand while images from last night played in my mind; I’d finish in minutes. Remembering Honor panting under me was not helping the ache. Abandoning the coffee machine, I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time, I rushed into my room.

I pressed my forehead against the cool wood on the back of my closed door. After a moment, while I was questioning my sanity, a knock sounded.

“Ethan? We were wondering how many waffles you wanted.”