The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

“You can speak, what’s on your mind?” I had to think of my words carefully because I did not want a repeat of last time, it was humiliating.

“I don’t think I want to be treated like mom. She never knows anything that’s going on, daddy treats her like a child.”

“Is that how you see it? Is that what you really think?” He looked at me as he pulled into his driveway and stopped. “What does your mom spend her days doing?” I shrugged my shoulders not quite sure where he was going with this.

“She spends most of her time with the babies I guess.”

“Have you ever seen your mom stressed about something outside of your home? Has she ever been caught up in the middle of drama of any kind?”

“Well no…but…”

“That’s because your dad has kept her insulated all her life. He stands between her and danger so that all her energy goes towards her kids, her family.”

“But it’s not the same, I don’t have any babies.”

“You will!” His answer left me with my mouth hanging open as he opened the garage and drove in, closing the door behind us.

“We’re going to try something new today.” I stopped with my hand on the door and looked back at him. “Come over here.” He pushed his seat back and helped me climb over the console into his lap and no sooner had my ass hit his thighs than he had his hands on me, just where I’d been dying to have them.

I forgot all about being mad at his archaic way of thinking when he spanned my waist with both his hands as he brought me down on that fat lump that was growing behind his zipper. I thought he’d rush to get our clothes out of the way, but instead we both remained clothed as he brought my lips down to his.

I felt a new rush of excitement at the feel of him through the thin silk of my panties. I was already embarrassingly wet between my thighs but I didn’t care, not when he pushed his tongue into my mouth and used those hands around my waist to hold me in place while his cock grew beneath me.

It was a different kind of sensation, one that was just as heady as the day before and I reveled in it. I started to tug at my clothes no longer willing to wait, to endure this sweet torture, but he wasn’t having it.

Todd

She’s like a newly awakened wild thing, fighting me to get her clothes and mine off but I wanted to heighten her senses, wanted to take her to the edge before falling over with her, together. I knew she was ripe all day, had seen the signs.

But because I knew we had to play it cool until evening I spent whatever time we were together in the same room keeping her primed. She probably hasn’t realized it yet she’s so innocent.

But every slight touch, every look I gave her, was tinged with heat as I too was barely concealing my own need for her from the others. It was hot though, and added a whole new element, being surrounded by people and wanting her as much as I did but having to wait.

It was surreal sitting in the room with her dad and Mancini going over the stuff they’d pieced together with the others from the night before, all the while very aware that this being that I was now borderline obsessed with and definitely possessive of was just a few rooms away.

In all my research there was never any warning about the sudden emotional attachment I would feel. In fact I’d read quite the opposite. Some people had said they felt no different towards their partner and other things along that vein, which now after the fact makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever.

I’d only stayed away this morning because when I removed the bloody sheets the mattress had been stained as well and I’d spent the better part of the morning researching how to get the stain out and then running to the store to buy the necessities.

In my head I was protecting her. I just knew that the cleaning crew would see it come Monday morning and put two and two together and my girl’s reputation would be ruined. It was only after I’d exhausted myself and given thought to tossing the mattress and buying a new one that I realized what an ass I was being.

Now we were alone in the car with the garage door shut, and somehow this was just as hot as having her in my bed. I plan to have her everywhere, have already mapped out in my head all the amazing places I want to take her, and christening her car is on the top of my list.