Possessive Daddy Next Door

“No,” she says. “Not at all. I just… I don’t know.”

“It’s fun. You’re proud you found proof of those guys out here.”

“Right. And come here.”

I follow her over to a muddy patch of ground and she points. I stare down at it for a long moment before taking a breath.

“Footprint.”

“Could be you,” she says. “Who knows.”

“That’s not me.” I stare at it until I spot a second print from a different shoe. “Two guys.”

“It has to be them.”

“I think you’re right.”

We stand there, staring at the muddy ground. We stare at the footprints like they’re going to come alive and jump out at us.

I look around at the trees. The forest gets dense the further away it gets from my cabin. I shiver and grab her hand. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

She looks around and must be thinking the same thing, because she nods and follows me without question.

We head in through the back door and into my kitchen. I shut and lock it. She sits at the table and puts the baggie in front of her.

“What do we do with this?” she asks.

“Nothing. If the police need DNA or something, we’ll have it.”

“That’s not going to happen, right?”

“No,” I admit. “It’s not. Most likely, you just have a random cigarette butt in a plastic baggie.”

She laughs and shrugs. “At least it’s proof you weren’t seeing something last night.”

I nod and lean against the counter. I cross my arms and watch her for a long moment. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing, though.”

She looks back at me and bites her lip. Fear crosses her face for a moment but she pushes it away and forces herself to smile. “Well, what do we do now?”

“Nothing,” I say.

“We can’t just do nothing. They’re coming to your house. You’re pretty exposed out here, you know.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” I say. “Maybe I can go stay in a hotel.”

“Would that be better?”

“I’m not sure,” I admit. “At least there’d be other people around.”

“This is Loftville,” she points out. “Not many other people are going to be in that hotel. I’m not even sure we have a hotel.”

I laugh. “You’re right. As usual.”

“No, you should bring Tab and come stay in the manor.”

I shake my head. “No way.”

“Come on. It’s the safest place we know of, right?”

“There’s no way your parents would ever let that happen. And I don’t want to bring this onto your doorstep.”

She shakes her head and stands up. She walks over to me, biting her lip. “It’s already here.”

I reach out and pull her against me. I grab her hips and look into her eyes. “I’m not letting you get hurt,” I growl in her ear. “You hear me?” My hands move along her body and cup her tight ass.

“I know you won’t. That’s why I trust you.”

“I’m not staying at the manor,” I say. “I’ll think of something else.”

She opens her mouth to argue but I kiss her hard. Whatever she wanted to say disappears as I kiss her and slowly start to unbutton her jeans.11DeliaI know what he’s doing.

He wants to distract me from what I was trying to say.

And god, it’s working.

He could come stay in the manor. It’s the safest place right now, but I get that he doesn’t want to make things harder for me. And he’s right, getting my parents to agree will be difficult, but not impossible. They’re not heartless monsters. They’ve helped people in the past, like Jacob’s wife, Valerie.

Maybe this is different, but I’m not sure I care.

All my arguments disappear though. It all goes away as he unbuttons my jeans. He tugs them down as he kisses my neck. He grabs my hair tight and pulls my head back as my jeans fall down onto the floor. I kick them off and he turns me, picks me up, and puts me down on the countertop.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he kisses me, tongue against mine, hands on my body. He pulls my shirt off and cups my breasts before taking off my bra. I’m nearly naked seconds after he got his hands on me, and I have to admit, I’m almost impressed.

I groan as he licks my nipple and pulls my hair. “Sweet Delia,” he croons. “You drive me wild, you know that? Any other woman, and I would’ve left. But not you. I can’t leave you behind.”

“Good.” I lace my fingers in his hair. “I don’t want you to.”

He kisses me and looks in my eyes. “You’re mine, Delia. You understand that?” His hand grips my hair tighter, pulls it hard.

I gasp as he kisses my breasts. “Yes,” I groan.

He forces my legs open wider and kisses my stomach, my inner thigh. He pushes my panties aside and licks me, tongues me bottom to top before rolling along my clit. I moan as pleasure floods through me. It feels so incredibly good. I grab his hair and move my hips as he licks my pussy, sucks me, tastes me.