My Own Daddy (Daddy 1)

Larkin ran up the stairs after Darian yelled at her. She sat on the side of the bed and cried until she hiccupped. She stood, pulled out her backpack, and shoved a few outfits inside with her wallet and phone.

She didn’t have a plan. She just knew she needed to get away. At least for a while. She slipped out one of the back doors and looked around. Her heart tripped in her chest when she caught sight of the large black vehicle sitting in the driveway. She knew it was the guys and they planned to go back to the city that morning.

Larkin crept around the other side, opened the back door, and climbed in. She pulled the door closed and cringed as it slammed harder than she anticipated. She crawled over the very back seat and moved around until she got comfortable. Then she made herself as small as possible, hugging her backpack.

The sun made the inside of the vehicle warm, causing Larkin to lightly doze. She jerked when she heard the vehicle doors open and then close. The motor started, and then she felt the car begin to move.

“I feel like an asshole.”

“You usually are,” Patrick informed Kaleb.

“Fuck off.”

“Just apologize to her the next time you see her,” Noah suggested.

She listened intently as they made suggestions and tears started to fill her eyes again and roll down her cheeks. Using her sleeve to wipe the tears away, she sniffed. She froze when the men went quiet but then relaxed when they started talking again.

Larkin started feeling car sick as the men took one turn after another. She didn’t remember turning that much when Darian and she had come home. Home. She bit back a sob. Would she ever see Darian again? How long would it take for the crushing pain in her chest to ease?

The men finally stopped and put the vehicle in park. They sat there for a moment. She wanted to peek over the seat to see what was going on but didn’t want to be seen. All of a sudden, the back door of the SUV lifted, and Darian stood there with his hands on his hips.

“Are you ready to come out, baby?”

She sat up and looked around. They were back at Darian’s home. She glanced over her shoulder, and her stomach fell at the hard expressions on all three of the men’s faces. She turned back to Darian. “I’m sorry, I just left without a goodbye, but I thought…”

“Baby, if you don’t get out of the vehicle by the count of three, I’ll do it for you, and you’re already in trouble. Do you want to compound it?”

She grabbed ahold of her backpack and slid out of the SUV to stand in front of Darian. Looking down, she was unable to handle the disappointment on his face a moment longer.

“Why don’t you apologize and tell the guys goodbye?” Darian suggested.

Larkin turned but kept her gaze lowered. “I’m sorry. I hope you have a safe trip,” she murmured.

Darian nodded, took a hold of her arm, and closed the doors. They both watched as the vehicle drove off before he started leading her into the house. He kept a firm hold on her up the steps and into their bedroom. He released her, turned, and locked the doors.

“Strip,” he advised her and crossed his arms over his chest.

She stared at him. “But…”

“Larkin,” he warned. “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Darian sighed. “Would I ever hurt you?”

She bit down on her lip and shook her head. “I don’t think so, but I don’t think I’ve ever made you this mad before.”

“I would never hurt you, sweetheart.”

Larkin relaxed and took a deep breath. She would do what he said because she didn’t want to anger him any further. She pulled her top up and off. Then she shed her shoes, socks, pants, and underwear until she stood in front of him naked.

“On the bed.”

She scrambled up and lay down on her back, watching as he took his clothes off. Her breath always caught in the back of her throat at the first sight of his massive chest, muscular arms, shoulders, and abdomen, and intimidating cock.

Darian crawled up, shoving her legs apart to make room for himself. He held most of his weight off her as he balanced on his elbows but rocked against her, hitting her clit rhythmically. He cupped her face between his hands and took her lips hard. He licked and bit at them until they were swollen and red. She knew he could smell her arousal and knew she was ready to take him.

“Hold on to me, baby. I’m going to take you hard.”