“Have you been a good girl?” I ask, though I know I don’t have a right to. She was free to do whatever she wanted, but it stings thinking that she did.
“What do you mean?” she moans as my fingers find her wet little pussy.
“Did you share my pussy with anyone else?”
“No," she whispers.
“Good girl.”
“Did you share my cock with anyone else?” she asks. She was never one to mince words, especially with me.
“Fuck no,” I reply, grinding my dick into her belly.
“Really?”
“Truly. I promised you that you’d be the only girl for me. I don’t break my promises.”
“Neither do I, except for the one,” she says softly. She promised me she'd never leave me. I push that aside for now.
“Hush, baby. Let me take care of you. It’s been so fucking long. I can feel your pussy seeping onto the bed.” I push off of her and onto my knees. Opening my jeans, I push them along with my boxers down just enough to get my dick out. I stroke it, looking down at her. She looks back at me, her eyes wide. Moving closer to her, I rub her clit before driving my dick into her.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers. What's with the whispering? Her dad was leaving as I arrived. I want to hear her moans as I give her pleasure.
“Scream for me,” I demand as I thrust in and out of her. She shakes her head no, but I don’t think much about it. She meets me, her hips bucking as I do. Her pussy squeezes me, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I groan loudly as I finish inside of her. It’s been so long; it feels like I come forever. When I finally stop, I pull out of her, and she bursts into tears. The huge, wracking sobs that make men feel helpless. “Fuck, did I hurt you?” I ask, overcome with guilt. I was rough with her. Rougher than I ever was before. Rougher than I should have been.
“No. No, that was amazing. Magical even.”
“Then tell me what’s wrong,” I say, bringing her closer to me.
“I lied to you,” she says, sniffling.
“About what, baby?”
“Oh God,” she screeches. I rub her back until she starts to calm down.
“Mama!” I hear a little voice call before a fury of tiny arms and legs hurdles for the bed. I have just enough time to pull the covers over us before the child reaches the bed.
“Hey, baby girl,” Karlee says before sitting up. I reach over and turn on the lamp on the bedside table.
“Who?” the little girl asks, pointing at me. I stare at the girl dressed in a superhero nightgown. She looks familiar to me, but of course, I’ve never met her. Lightbulbs are going off in my head the longer I look at her.
“How old are you?” I ask instead of answering her question.
“This many,” she says, holding up three fingers. I take a quick glance at Karlee, who has her head in her hands.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Frankie Jane Franklin.” She gave her my name. Is this why she dumped me?
“What a pretty name,” I tell her, and she smiles. I swear my motherfucking heart skips a damn beat.
“Thank you. Who are you?”
“I’m your daddy,” I say, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that she’s my daughter.
“You’re home. Mama said you’d come back someday.”
“Let’s get you back to bed. You go on, and I’ll be right there,” Karlee says.
“Okay. Goodnight, Daddy,” she says before skipping out of the room. Hearing her call me daddy makes me oddly emotional.
“Karlee...” I begin, my voice thick with unshed tears, but she stops me by holding up her hand.
“Let me get her back in bed, and then we should talk.”
“That’s a good idea,” I reply. I watch as she gets out of bed, grabs her robe from the back of a chair nearby, and puts it on as she walks out of the room.
What the fuck is going on here? I have a child, and she didn’t tell me. The cryptic bullshit my dad was spouting earlier suddenly makes sense. Weird things my sister and brother-in-law said too were all coming back to me as well. Did everyone know and keep this from me?
When she comes back into the room, I’ve pulled my boxers on and am sitting on the foot of the bed.
“First of all, let me just say that I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t exactly mean anything, but I am sorry.”
“Why? Why did you keep this from me?” I ask, trying to be calm.
“I had to. I couldn’t be the reason you didn’t get to follow your dreams. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Karlee, my only dream was you. I was going to take you with me. I was nothing, am nothing without you.”