Seal Daddy (The Single Brothers 5)

“Give me a minute,” she said.

There was a moment where I didn’t hear anything, and I waited anxiously to hear my daughter’s voice. Scarlett came into view, and when I looked at her, she waved her phone at me to show me she was making her call, then walked into the bedroom that was hers. I was distracted when Fern finally came on the phone.

“Hey, there, mister!”

I chuckled at her voice, sounding just as bright as her mom. “I told you already you don’t have to call me mister, right?”

“I can't just call you by your name, though!” she gasped. “That would be rude.”

I sighed, wishing I could just tell her to call me Dad, but I knew it would bring a lot of questions, and I’d already agreed to let Ginger deal with it.

“So, what did you do today, Fern?”

The question, as it always did, sparked a lot of chatter from the little girl, who was suddenly so excited to tell me every little thing that happened to her today. I’d gotten the same thing the past couple days when I called, and I couldn’t help grinning at how my daughter was. I’d never given much thought to being a dad, even when Ginger told me she was pregnant, but Fern was just amazing.

After she’d tired herself out, I had a quick talk with Ginger before she hung up so she could put Fern to bed. When I looked up, Scarlett was coming back into the room.

“Did you talk to Dan?” I asked, but seeing her lighter expression, I could guess she had.

“I did,” she said readily. “I’ve been keeping it under wraps, but I finally told him about Dad, and why my mood’s been so terrible, why I’m suddenly too busy to be home.”

“What did he say?”

“He offered to come here and stay with us so he could support me.”

“Did you tell him to come?”

I knew having Dan around would be good for Scarlett. I knew my sister, though, and she would never have allowed it when she was already letting him look after their son.

“I told him not to,” she said, just as I’d expected. “Because I have my brother here, so everything is fine, right?”

I just shook my head as she answered the knock that came to the door right then. It was our meal coming in. We sat side by side, enjoying a quiet family meal, even if it was just the two of us. I was hoping that, pretty soon, the size of our family would grow and we would have more moments just like this.

When Scarlett ended up with her head on my shoulder as we sipped some juice afterward, I just wrapped an arm around her and rested my head against hers, willing my dream to become a reality.

Chapter Sixteen

Ben

Later that night, while I was laying down on my bed, all I could think of was Ginger and how much I missed her. It had been way too long already since the last time we slept together, and I missed it. There was no way I could just sleep over at her place again. Not unless she moved out of her mom’s place, and I couldn’t just drag her to my place, either, because it would mean spending time away from Fern and explanations to her mom that I wasn’t ready for just yet.

I rolled over onto my back, folding an arm under my head, the other going across my stomach as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to convince myself just to fall asleep already. It was starting to become annoying, since it seemed like my old insomnia was coming back to haunt me, and I hadn't carried any of my meds with me. I tried closing my eyes and emptying my mind.

After a long moment and still no sleep in sight, I sighed and opened my eyes, sitting up. Maybe a quick, warm shower would be enough to leave me feeling a little drowsy. Before I could got out of bed, though, there was a noise from my phone. I picked it up to see the text I’d just received, lighting up when I saw it was from Ginger.

Video call. 5 minutes.

I pursed my lips at the small size of my phone’s screen. If I’d had a laptop nearby, I would have just used that, but I didn’t own one because I didn’t have much use for computers anyway.

Still, I was excited at the thought of seeing Ginger, even if it was only through a video call.

I sat up in bed, leaning my back against the headboard, rearranging the pillows behind me to find a comfortable position. When the ring on my phone came, my heart gave one hard thump, and I answered the call. It took a second, but then there she was.

Ginger.

“Hey, Ben,” she said, waving her hand at me.

I could see more of her on my tiny little screen than she could probably see of me.

“Hey,” I murmured. “Are you using a laptop?”

She grinned and nodded. “I am. I had a surprise for you, and I couldn’t wait for you to see it.”

The screen blurred for a moment as she shifted, and when I could see properly again, I felt my jaw drop.

“Shit!”

Ginger was seated back on her bed, against the headboard like I was. She must have set the laptop down in front of her and angled for the perfect view because I could see all of her now. She was dressed in a skimpy pair of lingerie, with panties that barely covered her crotch and a bra that I was pretty sure would have been see-through if I was there with her. Hell, I would have been fine with a bigger screen. She had a black silk robe on, but it was parted, so she wasn’t hiding anything.

She giggled, probably at my gobsmacked expression.

“I was hoping you’d react like that,” she said. “And I’m hoping this means you’d like to see it when you come back?”

“Definitely,” I growled.

“Are you hard?” she asked a smirk on her lips, an eyebrow arched.

“Ginger!” I gasped, scandalized, but in the next moment had to hold back laughter. I ran a hand down my chest, over my abdomen, to my crotch, where my erection was trying to poke out of my boxers. I pressed my hand down on it and moaned a little. “But, to answer your question, of course, I’m hard. How could I not when you show me something so sexy?”

“Good,” she chirped.

“Are you trying to torture me?”

“Why is it torture, though?”

Her expression was nonchalant as we spoke, but her hands were moving all over her body, and I couldn’t reply as I watched them. She ran her hands over her waist and stomach, down to her hips. Before she could touch the panties, though, she ran her hands back up, and I practically held my breath as those hands raised slowly up to cup her breasts.

“Seriously, Ginger, what are you trying to do?”

I could guess without her saying anything, but we’d never done anything like this. Still, I couldn’t deny it was turning me on, and I pressed down on my erection again, rubbing just a little as I focused my eyes on the way she was massaging her breasts. I wanted to be there so that I could push her down and play with her body, but I still had several more days to go back.

“I wanted you to miss me,” she admitted with a careless shrug, her hands still working her breasts. “And this is me giving you more incentive to come back.”

“Oh, I’m coming back,” I said, voice husky. “You’re just making it a little harder for me to stay here.”

“Good,” she repeated.

“You’re doing this to torture me, aren’t you,” I muttered.

I didn’t exactly mind, though. I snuck my hand into my boxers, shoving them down to my thighs, then wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking slowly as I imagined all the ways I could have Ginger writhing underneath me in bed.

“Are you ready to see more?” she murmured.

Before I could give a reply, she’d hooked a finger into the top of her bra and tugged down, so her breasts were pushed up and out. She pinched both nipples between thumb and pointer finger, and I let out a low groan.

“More,” I growled out.

Grinning at me, she widened her legs; feet pressed flat on the bed with her knees raised.

I licked my lips, waiting for her to pull her panties off. Instead, she just tugged them to the side, exposing her sex.

“I always wanted to do this,” she admitted.

I arched an eyebrow. “Explain to me what you mean by ‘this.’”

She pouted. “Well, I technically mean having you fuck me in lingerie, but this is good enough for me, for now. I have a few more sets, too, so there’ll still be a surprise.”

“Where did this side of you come from,” I groaned, the hand on my cock tightening just a little and stroking faster.

“You’re jacking off, aren’t you,” she guessed. I let out a grunt that was as much confirmation as I was going to give her. “Don’t come before I do, okay?”

I watched, transfixed, as she ran her fingers all over her sex, rubbing her clit, playing with her entrance, all the things I wanted to do. Then she was using both hands, easing two fingers inside of her, as she rubbed her clit with her other hand.

“Fuck, Ginger,” I growled.

“I want to see you, too,” she gasped, her hand working furiously.

I could feel my face heat up, even as my cock grew a little harder in my hand, and a drop of precum appeared at the tip. But I didn’t want to refuse her. I wanted her to see what she did to me. Feeling awkward about it, but determined to do it, I held the phone out and tried to find an angle that let her see everything she needed to see. Next time we spent time apart, I’d need a laptop in case she had this idea again.

“I see you,” she breathed out. “You’re so hard, Ben. When you come home, and we get some time alone, I’m going to ride you.”

I let out a groan as I fastened the strokes on my cock. I watched as Ginger added a third finger, thrusting them in and out of her body as her other fingers circled furiously around her clit.

It didn’t take long for either of us, Ginger crying out as she climaxed first. Seeing her head thrown back, mouth slack as her whole body shuddered, I let go. I let out a grunt as thick ropes of cum hit my chest and abdomen, my hips jerking up into my hand.

I lay back with my hand on my stomach, catching my breath. In a minute, I’d have to cut off the video call with Ginger and go to the bathroom to clean myself up. But right then, all I had was eyes for her as she calmed down as well.