Eyes For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 2)

I head back downstairs slowly, trying to regain my thoughts in the process and make it seem as if I hadn’t been up the stairs for so long, which I certainly was…

“Are you alright?” Gavin asks, his head pushed back against the chair with an empty brandy glass in hand.

“Need another?” I offer, ignoring any room to explain my absence.

“Maybe just one more for the night,” Gavin says with a smile. I’m sure glad he doesn’t take much convincing for another. I could really use the drink right now.

We sit and chat; I hope he can’t tell how preoccupied my mind is. I’ve been yearning to be upstairs in my room with that little minx, his daughter, the entirety of this conversation. I restrain myself from nudging him to bed when he starts down memory lane, bringing up the foolishness of our past.

I find myself actually enjoying the conversation after all, briefly distracted, and almost forgetting about the sexy girl I have waiting in bed. She’s probably lying up there all hot and bothered, wondering when I’ll be up to fuck her, claiming her innocence once and for all. She doesn’t have the slightest clue what’s in store for her tonight, and I’m enjoying every bit of it. I want the anticipation there as she waits in my room… for me.

I bide my time, letting Gavin spill on with the good times; how the world wasn’t so corrupt back then. We had it the best when we were kids, neither one of us can’t deny that.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize the hour. How time has slipped away this evening. I think I’m gonna head up to check on Mia, then it’s off to bed for me,” Gavin says.

Alarm bells immediately sound in my mind. Fuck!

The second he finds her out of bed we’ll both be fucked. He’ll come to find her in my room, and just when the fun was about to begin…

4

MIA

How long does this man expect me to stay here? I feel foolish lying in the middle of his bed right now.

I let out a heavy sigh. What am I doing?

I’m not going to lounge here all night waiting on him. I’m not that desperate to lose the V-card.

What’s so grand about sex anyway? There’s been plenty of women in the romance books tucked away on my shelf, that would do anything, and I mean anything a man tells them simply because the sex is just that amazing. I bite back a bit of laughter thinking of how silly it is. Though, thinking of Jason’s touch, how hard I felt he was for me when he kissed me, I’m finding myself aroused just by the thought.

Closing my eyes, I picture his rough hands running along me, making me feel just as wild as he did before.

I snap out of my daydream by the voices approaching in the hallway, pulling me back to reality.

“Shh, just let me help you to bed and I will be sure to check on her myself. Don’t worry, just get some rest. You can use it.” I hear Jason tell my father as he leads him down the hall by the sounds of their footsteps.

It can only be a matter of time now until Jason walks in, fulfilling his promise. The very promise that I so badly want him to keep.

I take in a breath, holding it in as I keep my eyes closed, then slowly releasing out. I don’t know how late it is but I’m sure it’s well past midnight.

The room is dark, and I can’t see a damn thing around me. I don’t dare to turn on the light. What if my father sees? He’s not stupid, it’d be obvious. He will know it’s me in the guest room and then, all hell will break loose. I don’t think any one of us wants that tonight, or any night for that matter.

Jason, I’m sure, hasn’t had the luxury of experiencing my father’s temper. Then again, he does know my father much more than I know of. I just wouldn’t want to be in Jason’s shoes if my father found out his innocent girl isn’t so innocent… with his partner of all people!

I hear chatter continue in the hall but I can hardly make out the muffled words through the door.

I hear my father’s bedroom door shut.

I can only guess Jason shut it hard enough to ensure I know he’s coming.

Coming for me.

My nerves bubble inside as I remain waiting in the darkness, wondering if I’m ready for all of this. The idea of becoming a woman, if that’s what you call this, is with an aggressive, intense man that half scares me to death; in more than one way.

Not to mention he’s double my age, and then some…

I need to rethink this. Really, what am I doing? What am I going to do if father happens to come stumbling out of his room during the night, finding me snuggled up against Mr. Christo?