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I get to my feet and pick up Eric, then I hobble over to the wooden steps. I barely make it a yard, though, before the heavens open. In a matter of seconds, I’m completely soaked.
Don’t jump in the puddles, Dee, don’t jump in puddles.
I manage to listen to the voice in my head. Now’s not the time for play, no matter how tempting those huge, sudden puddles look.
Finn opens the watchtower door and comes out on to the steps, helping me up.
‘Now you’re all soaked too,’ I shout to him, above the noise of the rain.
‘Don’t care aboutthat,’ he calls back, and he practically pushes me through the door into the warm, dry watchtower.
I put Eric down and he shakes himself dry, raindrops scattering in every direction.
It’s a square room, with seats running along all four walls, and a couple old books lying on the benches.
‘You’re shaking,’ Finn says, coming up behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders.
I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
‘Just excited to jump in some puddles,’ I say, forcing a grin, despite how freezing I feel.
‘Don’t want you to catch cold, sweetie,’ he whispers into my left ear. ‘Better get you out of these wet clothes.’
I spin around, my heart racing. ‘You’re wet as well,’ I say. ‘You better take offyourclothes too.’
He looks at me, and then, very slowly, he smiles a smile that I’ve never seen before. ‘Alright,’ he replies.
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FINN
Holy fuck.
Those wet clothes clinging to her body leave absolutelynothingto the imagination. She mustn’t be wearing a bra, because I can seeeverythingunder that sweater. I can see how cold she is, that’s for sure. Unless her nipples are hard as bullets for another reason…
‘Daddy,’ she says softly, with the most devilish smile on her face.
Fuckingwhat? Did I hear that right?Daddy? Is that how she feels about me? Already? My heart’s pounding, and my body’s tingling. The anticipation is killing me.
‘Daddy, do you want to go first or should I?’
There’s no way I can let her see what I’ve got brewing down below.
‘Take your shirt off, sweetie,’ I say, fixing her with a serious glare. Time for me to exert some dominance over this Little Girl.
She bites her lip, and her cheeks redden a little, then she pulls her t-shirt up over her head and throws it onto the floor. Turns out shehasbeen wearing something under that tee, but, like I guessed, it ain’t a bra. It’s a thin, white tank top, and I can see the dark pink buds of her nipples through the wet fabric.
Shit.
‘And now your shorts,’ I tell her.
Her hands waver over the buttons of her jean shorts for a moment. She sticks out her lower lip. ‘No fair. You should take your shirt off too.‘
I can hear the rain drumming on the roof above, and drumming on every window pane. It’s like we’re completely surrounded by white noise, like I’m listening to the sound of my own blood whooshing through my veins.
‘Don’t think so,’ I say, shaking my head. ‘A Daddy needs to look after his Little Girl, after all. Want to make sureyouget warm and dry first.’
It’s a bit of a dick move, I guess, getting her to strip off before I take off a single damn thing, but I don’t care. I’ve got a hard-on the size of this watchtower right now, and I need to keep her distracted, so she doesn’t get a nasty surprise. Plus, I want her to know that I mean what I say.
