“Oh, we will, tonight…much, much more.”
“I’m serious!” I say, reaching back and over to playfully slap him, but realizing it’s like slapping a giant oak tree. I can’t do anything to harm him, not that I’d want to.
“It might be more than one you know. I really filled you up.”
“I’m not so sure it works that way,” I laugh. “And by the way, I think you’re still filling me up.” I wiggle my hips to remind him he’s still inside me.
“That’s the plan. That was always the plan.”
“So if my dad comes up with the money?”
“Who cares? What I have in my arms right now is priceless.”
We go silent just taking in the soft sound of the tiny waves slapping against the side of the boat, the ocean breeze cooling us from our lovemaking session until Elijah pulls the cover back over us a bit later. But soon it’s off again, and Daddy’s showing me more things about myself that this little girl couldn’t have ever learned on her own.
Together…we make a great team.
6
Elijah
I guide the boat toward the shore, seeing a place where we can dock for a bit in order to get out of the sun.
I damn near run over the guy standing on the sand as I pull the boat in. I’m still so fired up over last night and how everything’s going with Emma. Each and every one of those days I spent in prison is worth it a million times over now because I’ve got her.
Claiming her multiple times last night was everything I thought it would be, yet it’s only left me hungrier for more, as evidenced by my raging hard on as I try and step out of the boat.
“What about me?” Emma playfully asks, turning up her lower lips. She’s too small to step out, as I knew, which allows me to reach in and grab her as I literally lift her out of the boat and onto the sand.
“I’m supposed to be at work in a few hours.”
“Well, you better call in to quit.”
“To quit? You mean call in sick.”
“I mean quit,” I correct her right then and there. “You’re never working another day in your life unless it’s something you’re passionate about and something that makes you a lot of money, not that you’re going to need it. Daddy’s going to take care of each and every one of your last wishes, always.”
“Sir,” the man says, clearing his throat. “How long will you and your daughter need the boat parked here?”
Emma giggles, but I don’t correct the man. It’s not worth it, plus he doesn’t deserve to know what we do in our free time. He wouldn’t understand. All he understands is he heard me refer to myself as Daddy and he filled in the blank, in the capacity that his realization of how things in the world work, will allow.
“We’ll be back by sunset,” I inform him, giving a wink to Emma so she’ll know what to expect again tonight, not that I’m going to be able to keep my hands off her during the day. We’ll just have to be more discreet.
I offer her my hand and she takes it. We walk along the sand up to the station to pay, where a lollipop rack on the counter catches Emma’s eyes.
“Can I have one?”
My stomach does a summersault and I buy her two. One for now and one for later. I pay the daily dock fee, although we’re technically just on the sand, and throw in the extra buck for the lollipops. Thank God I had the foresight to hide ten grand on the boat, and nobody touched it or at least found it. Ten large will get me through for a month or two until I’ve got a new way to make money to take care of my baby girl.
I hand the lollipop to Emma and she strips it of the cellophane wrapping and gives it a big lick. My hand drops below the counter and I adjust myself out of sight of the employee. If she licks that thing again I might explode.
We leave the dock and enter the little beach town. It’s a tranquil place and I could see us settling down here one day. It would be a heck of a place to raise a family.
Speaking of family, her dad hasn’t called yet. Good. Even though she tried to run from me last night, she seems to have settled into the idea that I’m her Daddy, and she likes it. That said, she was the one who stuck up for her dad at their apartment yesterday. She’s clearly loyal to her dad, which is why she supports him even though that should be his job. I need to make sure he doesn’t get in her ear and try to manipulate her, getting her back and trying to convince her that she doesn’t belong with me…whether he pays up or not.
If she thinks I’m going to let her go just because her dad miraculously manages to find the money, well, she’s greatly mistaken.
“Elijah?”