More than You

We walk out the bedroom, and as I begin to descend the stairs, I feel his hand touch mine. I look down at our entwined fingers as he brings them up to kiss my hand. “Don't worry. I will wait for you to beg me, baby.” Looking in his eyes, I know he is telling the truth. Not only about waiting for me, but also about me begging him. Hell, I'm halfway there already. Ignoring my need for a moment, I begin making spaghetti and garlic bread for Rory. It’s her favorite. Mine too. We used to sit in the kitchen watching my mom, cook this as we sang songs and laughed at the profanity coming out of her mouth every time the sauce popped all over the stove.

“Do you need help with anything, baby.”

“Nope. I am almost done.”

Right as I finish and begin plating everything, the doorbell rings. “Can you get the door please, Dayton?”

“Of course.” I watch as he walks away, my gaze staring at his chiseled back, knowing that underneath his shirt is pure perfection.

“Riri.” is the next thing I hear. Turning, I see this little bundle of energy, beautiful and full of life running to me with her arms open. I squat down with my arms open.

“Hey sunshine. Did you have fun?” I ask, squeezing her as I smell her hair. She smells like a four-year-old, who is coping better than me. I find my eyes watering thinking about all the years she will never get with our parents. I begin to feel nauseous, knowing I won’t do as good a job as they would have. “Are you hungry?” I ask, clearing my throat, not wanting her to hear the despair.

“Mmm… hmm. Is it spaghetti?” She has the nose of a hound dog.

“It is. Why don’t you go and wash your hands, little bit, and then you can eat?”

“Ok Riri,” she says as she is bouncing upstairs to go and wash her hands. I am about to pour the drinks, my back to the kitchen when suddenly hands end up on both sides of me, rendering me unable to move.

“Mmmm...you smell so good baby. Like lavender and sugar.” I begin to hyperventilate, his closeness and dirty words making my stomach ache. “I bet your pussy smells like that too, doesn’t it? What are you going to taste like when you finally beg me to take you?” Oh hell. I can feel my panties getting wet as I close my eyes and let the heat from his mouth send goosebumps up and down my arm.

“Da-Dayton I…”

“Riri I’m ready.” Her little voice brings us both back. His mouth touches my shoulder.

“Later baby.” I might be begging him sooner than I thought.Chapter SixDaytonSix Weeks LaterIt’s been six weeks and I find that when she is cooking and doing the dishes, I can't stop myself from rubbing up against her. As she gives Rory her food, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I lean against the door, her smell still embedded in my nose. What the hell was I thinking pinning her to the sink, my cock rubbing up against her ass. I heard her when she inhaled and felt her when she exhaled, sinking her body further into mine. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees, make her spread her legs so I can feast on all of the sugar I can smell emitting from her skin. Fuck! I need to get a grip. I adjust my cock and put some cold water on my face. Looking in the mirror, I don’t recognize the man looking back at me. This man is part animal, part hunter. Like a hunter, I can follow the tracks of my prey and she is leaving her scent everywhere. If she is not careful, she won’t see my attack coming.

Knock. Knock. “Dayton are you coming to eat with us?” her sweet voice making the need more urgent.

“I will be right there.'' I say grinding my teeth trying to get myself under control. It dawned on me this morning that what I really need to do is get her in my house…’our house’. Someplace where she and Rory can find new memories, while learning to deal with the painful ones. I need her in a place where I won't feel guilty and judged by her father for destroying his daughter's virtue.

I see her and her sister sitting at the table, engaging in conversation and my mind conjures up this image of her sitting in our house, Rory and our other kids playing, giggling as Rina walks around the kitchen, pregnant and glowing.

“Are you living with us now, Dayton?” I turn and look at the cute little bunny across the table from me. I am about to respond when Rina beats me to it.