Rugged Daddy

He tossed the napkin on the counter as my eyes followed up his body. His strong, chiseled body with arms as thick like granite and abs rolling like the hills and valleys of a countryside. It was wrong to feel the way I still did about him and to want him the way my body still did. Still upset after what he’d admitted to me and with the lies that had bubbled to the surface, I shouldn’t be giving him mixed signals.

But deep down, I knew he was being honest about one thing. His name had changed, but he hadn’t.

I settled my hands against his chest and that was all it took. He cupped my cheeks and crashed his lips against mine, barreling me back against the refrigerator. The cool metal made me hiss, but the heat of his hands running down my skin brought my body heat to the surface. He bent down and gripped my thighs, picking me up and begging me to wrap my legs around him. Our tongues battled. Our teeth clattered. He pinned me with his weight, his cock coming alive underneath his flannel pajama pants. I ran my fingers through his hair. I tasted a hint of his toothpaste on the tip of his tongue. Heat pooled between my legs as he walked us down the hallway, not stopping until the two of us collapsed to his bed.

He ripped my clothes off, not caring about the stitches he popped. I slid his pants down with my feet, anxious to feel his body against mine again. His cock rested against my thigh, thick with arousal and dripping with pre-come. He hoisted me up the bed until he could kneel between my legs. He teased my clit with his cockhead, traced that sensitive spot as his lips fell to my breasts. He lapped at my nipples and drove himself forward into my warm, wet heat.

“Oh, Cameron,” I said breathlessly. The primitive growl that rushed from his body made my pussy clench around his cock.

He drove into me with breathless thrusts. My body jolted. Jumped. Shook against him as he dove in and out of my pussy. I clung to him. Dug my nails into his back. Kissed along his shoulder and nuzzled into his cheek while he grunted into my neck. His hands pinned my hips to the bed. He stilled my movements as his cock grew thicker between my thighs. I slid my toes up the backs of his legs and felt his movements stutter. Then, he slipped his arm underneath my back.

In an instant, I was off the bed and being spun around. My back landed against the wall again, and his hips snapped against mine. I gripped his hair tightly, holding onto any leverage I could get as he ravaged my body. He was wild. Untamed. Raw in his passionate state. I gripped my thighs around him. Pulled him closer. Felt his cock engorge against my walls as his lips nibbled on every patch of open skin my body offered up to him.

“Cameron. Oh. So good. Yes.”

My toes flexed as he peeled me away from the wall. Sweat dripped down our bodies as he stumbled back into a chair. He held my hips to his and ground into me. Bounced me in his lap as I hung on for the ride. He kissed down my chest, sucked my nipples between his lips, and circled them with his tongue as my pussy began to flutter around him.

“I feel you, Heather. Don’t hold back.”

Then, his hand freed my thigh and slipped between my folds.

With one stroke, I was pushed over the edge, falling into a dark, deep abyss I knew I’d never return from. His hips slammed against me as he thrust into my pussy, my juices dripping down and coating the chair below us. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My back arched, pushing my hips deeper into his. My pussy took all of him, keeping a tight hold on his girth as I shook in his lap. His hand stilled. His body pulled taut. His cock pulsed against my walls and emptied his hot sticky seed deep inside me.

My nails slid against his skin while my body went weak, and he caught me in his arms before I fell backward.

“I got you,” he said as he drew me to him. “I got you, Heather.”

My head fell to his shoulder as my body sagged against him. I heaved for air. My stomach was full, and my body felt at home, as much as it killed me to admit it. Cameron felt like Andrew and sounded like Andrew and held me like Andrew and cooked like Andrew.

And when he threaded his fingers through my hair and rose us up from the bed, I realized he comforted me like Andrew. So, I curled myself around him in bed and clung to him, falling asleep against him.

CHAPTER 21

CAMERON

The sun streaming through the window woke me up, and I felt Heather stir against me, her warm, naked body, pressed flush against mine. It was the most incredible feeling, cradling her against me. I stroked her back softly as she stirred, her legs stretching out and her breasts pressing against my skin. But the opening of my bedroom door and the scurrying of little feet across the hardwood made me panic.

I felt Heather pull the covers up her body as she quickly pulled away from me.

“Morning!” Audrey said as she went diving into the bed.

She wiggled her way between us as I watched Heather’s eyes rip open.

“Hi, Miss Heather,” she said with a smile. “Did you sleep good?”

A breathless giggle fell from Heather’s lips as she looked up at me, but all I could do was shrug. My daughter didn’t seem uncomfortable with the scenario nor did she look confused. I could tell Heather felt uncomfortable, but probably because she was naked. I was as well, and I kept myself covered as my daughter nestled between the two of us.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “Can we have eggs?”

“Sure,” I said. “You gonna cook them?”

Audrey’s face dropped, and Heather let out a small bout of laughter. It felt almost familial, the way my daughter sat between the two of us. I kissed my daughter’s forehead and told her to go sit at the breakfast table so Heather and I could get up and get dressed. Thankfully, Audrey sild off the bed and ran down the hallway, giving the two of us time to piece ourselves together.

But not before I drew a morning kiss from Heather’s lips.

“So, Audrey,” Heather said as she sat down at the table. “How did you sleep?”

I cringed as I whipped my head around, trying to catch Heather’s stare.