“Now sit tight.” He gives me a kiss to the forehead and a wink before he shuts the door and rounds about, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Gonna take this drive back slowly,” he says as the truck revs up with a roar.
His truck is so warm, and still has the smell that I remember from growing up of natural cedar. Instantly it puts me at ease, and I start to relax. My ass hurts like I wouldn’t believe, and my heart is still racing from the fear of being trapped out here at night, so neither of us realize that we’re leaving behind my luggage.
We’re just relieved to be back together, and I lean on him as we begin the drive, my head rested on his arm.
Daddy gives me a kiss to the top of my head as he drives, taking us on down the dark country roads, through the blinding snow. We can’t see more than a few feet in front of the vehicle, but somehow he manages to navigate us through it all safely until we arrive back at his place. That massive, rustic home hidden among the trees along the base of a hill.
“C’mon doll, we’ll get you nice and warmed up inside,” he says with a bright grin, his handsome, broad-jawed face looking so good when he smiles at me like that.
He rounds the truck again, and once more, just picks me right up off the seat and carries me inside.
“Not about to let you walk after your tumble,” he declares as he carts me on inside, and immediately that wave of heat washes over me from the fire. And the silence of the big home settles in around me, such a change from the howl of the cold winter winds.
He has it decorated just how I remember, with long strings of garland and white lights and red ribbons. It’s just how Christmas should be, I think, and it takes my mind off my throbbing rear.
Especially when he says, “Now, let’s get you some hot chocolate with marshmallows!”
He sets me down on the couch, and I take off my jacket and boots. He puts them in the front stoop before going into the kitchen and I hear him rattling around as the fire crackles.
Being back here fills me with so many emotions, but seeing him again... my mind is in a far dirtier place. I’ve had fantasies about him for way too long, and being away from him at college did nothing to temper them.
But then I remember!
“Shit! Dad, your present is in my car, and the tow truck workers aren’t going to go get it on Christmas Eve!”
He emerges from the kitchen not long after, two big mugs in hand and a broad smile, unbothered by my news. And more than that, he’s stripped down to his jeans and plaid shirt, both of which hug his thick, well-muscled form. From his broad shoulders on down to his groin, and those thick thighs. He’s a woodsman, and never stopped working, so all that muscle showed through.
“Don’t worry about that,” he says, offering me the mug as he stands over me. “I’ve got my favourite girl in the whole wide world back with me, that’s all I’ve been pining for this year,” he declares with such warmth.
It’s just too bad he has no idea how much I’ve been pining for him as well. But it’s wrong, and I keep trying to push those feelings away, but when he joins me on the couch and places his hand on my thigh in a comforting manner, I can’t help but yearn for him to stroke upwards. To touch my heated pussy and stoke my fires for a change.
Instead, I take the hot chocolate and try to forget my worries in the steaming hot cup of sugary goodness. He joins me on the couch, and I stretch my legs out over his lap.
“I don’t know how you stand it here all alone.”
“Yeah,” he says, that big, hard hand of his stroking over my thigh, “just not the same without my favourite girl.” He smiles at me big and wide, squeezing my leg as he takes a big mouthful of hot chocolate and drinks it down. “Still wish I could’ve talked you into stayin’ out here with me,” he says with a cheeky grin and a playful wink. “This place needs more life in it after all. That’s what I made it for. Intended to fill her with a dozen kids, and now there’s just my poor lil’ accident prone daughter.”
I laugh, but honestly... I’ve been regretting going to college. It isn’t what I expected, and it’s costing my dad so much money. I don’t even know what I want to be when I graduate, and I feel more alone than ever in the big city.
This quiet, simple life is what I really crave, and I turn to look at him. I’m sure my dark hair is a tangled mess, and my ruby lipstick is probably all worn off on the ride, but he’s looking at me like I’m the prettiest girl around.
“Why didn’t you find someone else, then? After mom died...”
He looks down, but his smile doesn’t vanish. He holds onto it, like he holds onto me, squeezing my leg and rubbing up a little higher.
“You’re the only girl for me now, Trixie,” he says, flashing me that broad smile that should be on billboards and movie screens. His light dark stubble making his broad-jawed face look so good. He’s the picture of what a man should be, big, strong, warm and loving. “Savin’ all my love for you,” he says, leaning over and placing a kiss right on my hip.
But I swear I felt a little something extra in that gaze of his as he smiled at me. Oh, there was love, and plenty of it! But it wasn’t entirely the kind of fatherly love I was used to.
I shouldn’t want him. I look at him, and I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t want him to spread my legs, to grind against me, to kiss me lower than just upon my hip. I want him like I’ve never wanted a man before, and maybe that’s because he is all man. He’s the picture of masculinity, and he even smells like the fresh outdoors and hard work.
I lick my lips free of the marshmallow sugar, and tilt my head back against the armrest. My red sweater clings to my body and it’s making me feel too hot, but when I shift to try to find a more comfortable position, the pain in my ass makes me cry out again.
I see my daddy’s brow furrow, and he reaches over, placing his mug upon the coffee table.
“Let me take a look at that, sweetie. You can really hurt yourself in winter, especially if you damage your tail bone,” he remarks, taking hold of one of my ankles with his big strong hands, guiding me onto my side as he slides his hand up my leg to my waist band, those intensely dark eyes of his staring at my round rear.
I drove up in yoga pants, and having him stare at me like this is... exciting. But the idea of him tugging down my pants and seeing my red, translucent thong...