“I can get it myself,” she says, but I’m not giving her the option. Reaching in I scoop her out of her seat and use my foot to kick the door shut, carrying her down the dock to the boat I’ve got registered under a Trinidad and Tobago flag, which is wrapped up in numerous LLC’s. Fortunately, I paid the slip in advance for two years right before I got busted, so she’s sitting there swaying in the tide just as she always did. She needs a bath, but other than that she looks as beautiful as the day I won her in a card game.
I carry Emma onto the boat as she squirms in my arms, pretending to try and break free but not pretending well enough.
“Put this on, little one,” I say, handing her a life vest as I carefully put her feet down on the deck.
She doesn’t acknowledge me so I gently press the life vest into her side, needing her to know her safety isn’t an option. Instead, she yanks it from my grasp and tosses it into the water in the harbor.
“You’ll pay for that, brat.”
She crosses her arms and sulks, refusing to make eye contact with me. Instead, she moves to the edge of the boat, pouting, but her mood softens when she sees some turtles pop their head up next to the boat.
“Sea turtles! Look,” she says pointing at them.
“You want to feed one a hot dog?” I ask, grabbing a spare life jacket for her.
She nods and I move in behind her just as she leans over the railing of the boat. I’m ready to wrap her up in the lifejacket before she knows what happens, but I freeze. As she leans I can see right down the back of her pants, her butt cleavage on full display. I want to slap those firm globes, bury my face in-between her ass and lick her from clit to cornhole, tasting every part of my angel, and all at once.
Perverted thoughts fill my mind. Thoughts of grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks as I claim her backside just after claiming her pussy. That’s what she does to me. She creates this drive, this need, to fill every hole in her body. To own her completely. To possess her. To show her she belongs to me, and by belongs to me I mean all of her belongs to me. Mind, body, soul.
I lean forward, catching a glimpse of the bow at the top of her little white panties and my dick throbs in my pants, the fucker demanding to be freed only to be caged again…buried deep inside her.
I’ve been waiting to claim her for eighteen long months, five hundred and forty days and nights of my mind fixated on her and nothing else. It’s a wonder I don’t yank her pants and panties down in one motion and slide inside her right here and now. The only thing holding me back is the other guys working on their boats and the fact that I’m not going to force myself inside her with only spit and muscle, knowing I’d rip her to shreds. She’s a virgin, but I’m not about to make her my virgin sacrifice, drawing blood in the wrong kind of ways.
I’d never hurt my little girl, my pride and joy, my angel.
“Yeah, I want to feed it,” she says, turning around in one quick motion, her hands clapping until she sees the life vest…and me just inches from her.
“Lifejacket and I’ll give you all the hotdogs you want so you can feed them.”
I know she doesn’t want to wear it but she has to learn what’s good for her. I have to keep her safe even when she thinks she already is, but isn’t.
“I don’t want to.”
“No hot dogs for the turtles then,” I put my foot down.
She turns back to the turtle and I keep my hands ready to put the life jacket on her if she starts to lean over the railing again. “He looks just like Squirt from Finding Nemo.”
“Looks more to me like that turtle from the Tootsie Pops ad.”
“Huh?”
“You know. How many licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll tootsie pop.”
She shoots me a quizzical look.
“They had turtles and owls,” I mumble. “Never mind. It was before your time.” Wasting no more time I say, “Here,” and hold the life jacket out, Emma slides her hands through.
“Good girl.”
I motion to the old man who runs the little food stand on the harbor and hold up my hand for five then call out, “ Hot dogs, no buns.”
Being that I’m six foot five he doesn’t question the order and seconds later I’m handing Emma a plastic plate with five hotdogs on it, watching her break them into pieces and toss them to the turtles, which now number closer to a half dozen.
I take a step back, seeing how youthful, free, and exuberant she looks. Pride swells in my chest, knowing I did this. I was the one who gave her the things that allowed her to be this happy. This is how it should always be between us, and exactly how it will. My baby girl comes first, always.
I’ve always put myself first in life, caring little about others, but that all changed the moment I took the heat for the crime her father and I committed. I didn’t do it for Mike. Screw him and his desire to throw his life away and make his daughter work her fingers to the bone. I did it for her, the girl I knew instantly would be mine.
One day.