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But as much as I liked the look of him without his shirt, what he was doing drove his appearance out of my mind.
Jack was packing a suitcase.
A sudden sense of panic filled me.
“Daddy Jack, where are you going?” I demanded, running up to him.
“Why…back home, Princess,” he said mildly. He cupped my chin gently, looking into my eyes. “I can’t stay here forever, you know. I don’t belong here anymore and I have a job I have to get back to.”
This made sense, of course. I knew he was a Forest Ranger in one of the national parks up in the Pacific Northwest but for some reason, the idea that he might go back to his job and his everyday life just hadn’t occurred to me.
“Let me go with you, then,” I said quickly. “There’s nothing for me here.” I meant there was no one for me—no one I could trust and love and be close to. No one to hold me at night when the dreams of my mother and father dying in a fiery crash tormented me over and over.
Jack frowned.
“Now, Princess, you can’t just leave your parents’ house sitting empty. This is your house now and your life. You need to start back to school.”
“Not yet,” I said. “I can’t yet. I have too many nightmares at night—I can’t sleep. I’d fail every class if I started back now!” I stepped closer and threw my arms around him. “Please, Daddy Jack,” I begged shamelessly. “Don’t leave me alone with my bad dreams in this empty house! I need you.”
Jack sighed and pulled back from the hug.
“Well…I guess you could come stay for a month or so—just until you felt better about going back to school.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” I hugged him again, pressing my whole body against his which rubbed my large breasts against his broad chest. I could feel my nipples tighten as I pressed against him and a soft moan of pleasure escaped me. I had no bra on under my thin t-shirt and it felt good to rub myself against his bare skin.
Looking back at that moment, I wonder if my Were Mark was already working on me. Why else would I be so brazen, especially with a man who was supposed to be my guardian? I don’t know and I can’t change the past.
Jack hugged me back and for the first time, he almost seemed to respond to me. Or at least, his body did. Because I felt something hot and hard and thick rubbing against my thigh as we pressed together. I knew what it must be and I didn’t care—I also didn’t move away. In fact, if anything, I hugged him even tighter.
After a moment, Jack seemed to realize what was going on—that he was hard and pressed against me, his little Princess. He let me go and took a step back, disentangling himself from our hug.
“All right,” he said. “You can come. But there are a few ground rules. Number one, you have to understand that I won’t be there every single night. There are a few nights I’ll have to be gone for…for business. All right?”
I wondered what kind of business could call him away at night—wasn’t he a Park Ranger? It wasn’t exactly a job where you had to go to lots of overnight conventions, was it? But I was so excited to be going with him that I didn’t even protest. He could have told me one of his rules was that I had to do handstands every night before bed and I would have cheerfully agreed.
“All right,” I agreed. “I’m okay on my own for a couple of nights, I guess.”
“Good. Because while I’m gone, you have to stay in my cabin—that’s another one of the rules and it’s non-negotiable. Do you understand, Madison? You have to stay inside with the doors and windows locked and never go out—not even for a minute. All right?”
His look was so stern and the way he used my real name instead of “Princess” let me know he was serious about this one.
“Why?” I asked. “Is it dangerous out there, around your cabin? I mean, are there bears? Or wolves?”
I thought he flinched slightly when I said “wolves” but he only nodded.
“Plenty of hungry creatures prowling around out in the forest, Princess,” he told me. “I just want you to be safe, that’s all.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding. I’ll stay in the cabin at night—cross my heart and hope to die.”
It was an old promise—a childish thing I used to say to him when I was little. But it didn’t draw a smile from him as I had hoped. He only looked more serious.
“There are things out in the woods outside my cabin that are worse than death—do you understand?”
