Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Waking up in her Daddy’s arms was the best way to start the day, Isla decided. Lifting her head from his chest, she studied the handsome man who’d become so important to her in such a short time. She started to lean in to kiss him awake but stopped. He needs his sleep.

As she straightened, his full lips parted to say, “What’s wrong? Do I have a black hair sprouting on top of my nose?”

Automatically, she looked at the top of his nose. “No. Does that happen often?” she asked.

Opening his eyes, Caesar confessed, “The only arguments I’ve ever heard between my parents are when she’d chase him down to wax the top of his nose. It started when he was sixty. I thought I should warn you in case that’s a hard no on your list.”

“Am I going to know you when you’re sixty?”

“Definitely.” He pulled his hand out from under the covers and rubbed the top of his nose. “Whew! I’m safe today.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re planning on having a hairy nose when you’re sixty?”

“You can’t foil heredity. But no, my nose will be gorgeous because you’ll chase me down to wax it.”

Isla stared at him with wonder. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“I’m not. I waited a long time to find you. I’m keeping you.”

He reached up to wrap his hand around the back of her head and draw her lips to his. Instant heat burst inside her. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Opening her mouth to welcome his exploration, Isla responded fully. His mouth moved on hers, tasting and teasing.

When she raised her head to look down at him, they both breathed heavily. She looked directly into his eyes and said, “I love you.”

With a roar, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled their bodies so he was on top. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caesar…Daddy.”

“I love you, my Little Fish.”

He captured her lips in a hard kiss that made Isla wrap her arms around his neck to squeeze him tightly. The desire that always seemed to lurk when he was around flared into bloom. She threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him close.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, reaching a hand down to pull her nightie up.

Eagerly, Isla helped him drag it over her head. Once free, her gaze landed on his broad chest. She pressed her hands to his lightly furred skin and caressed his chiseled body as she leaned forward to kiss his neck. His groan encouraged her, and she explored his honed body.

“Wait!” she protested as he captured her hands and lifted them over her head. She struggled against his control, wanting to touch him.

“Who’s in charge, Little girl?”

She snorted, then allowed, “Daddy.”

“Good girl. Keep your hands right here.”

Immediately, she wondered where he was going that he couldn’t hold her in place. Isla didn’t want him to know she liked having him hold her. However, she hesitated a bit too long.

“Hmm. Let’s make a little change,” he said, rising to sit on his knees next to her.

“Whoa!” Isla scrambled to hold on to the covers as he lifted her body effortlessly and spun her onto her tummy.

He pressed a large hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the bed. “On your knees, Isla. Put that cute butt into the air.”

Unsure, she shifted her knees forward, feeling self-conscious with every inch her derriere rose into the air. He waited patiently until she was in the position he wanted before smoothing his free hand over her back and the curve of her bottom.

“Gorgeous.” He stroked his hand over her ribcage and around her body to cup one suspended breast. He caressed the tender flesh, making her freeze in place.

Holding her breath, she waited to see what he would do next. He pinched her nipple and tugged it slightly before releasing it to trail his fingers along her stomach to her bare mound. Just as she thought he’d caress her intimately, those fingers disappeared.

“Daddy!” burst from her lips as she turned her head to glare at him.

“Was there something you wanted, Little Fish?” he asked, settling behind her.

She opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she wanted but squealed as he lifted the hand pining her to the mattress and wrapped both hands around her waist to lift her pussy to his lips. Licking her from the top of her cleft to her drenched opening, Caesar dived in. His lips closed around her clit and sucked.

When he lifted his mouth, Caesar asked, “More?”

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

“Never.”

He lowered his mouth to tantalize her more. After tracing her opening with his tongue, Caesar thrust his tongue deep inside, over and over. His hums of delight sent vibrations through her sensitive tissues, making her moan.

“I’m going to come,” she wailed.

Lifting his mouth from her body, he ordered, “Not yet, Isla. You’re going to come around my cock.”

She nodded in response to the command in his voice. When his mouth teased her again, she grabbed the comforter under her hands and squeezed it as she tried to fend off the approaching pleasure. “Please,” she begged, feeling her entire body shake.

With one last kiss, he lowered her knees back to the bed, and she watched as he leaned over to the nightstand, returning a moment later with a condom in his hand. In seconds, he had it rolled on and was lined up with her entrance. He grabbed her hips and surged forward in one move to fill her completely.

He seemed to push the oxygen from her lungs as his pelvis slammed into her. Before she could recover, he’d withdrawn and thrust inside again. This time, his angle was slightly different, and she gasped at the sensations that flooded through her.

“Right here?” he teased.

“Yes!” she urged before screaming her pleasure into the room when his next stroke ignited her climax.

Isla could only hold on to the covers as he pounded into her hard and fast. She buried her mouth into the padding below her to muffle her next shout of completion. When she didn’t think she could take any more, he withdrew completely.

She turned her head to protest and found herself spun around again to land on her back. Releasing the material above her, Isla looked at him through the tumble of her hair. To her astonishment, Caesar wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it firmly toward her. She watched him repeat the process.

“Touch yourself, Isla. Come one more time for Daddy,” he urged as he continued to pull roughly against his thick erection.

Mesmerized by the show in front of her, Isla didn’t hesitate. She stroked one hand down her abdomen and over her bare mound. Dipping into her pink folds, she brushed her fingers over her clit and shivered. Nothing could be as erotic as this. She tried to memorize the desire and arousal carved into his face as he revealed everything to her.

“Now, Little girl. Come, now!”

Her orgasm hit fast and hard as his come spurted from the tip of his cock to splatter over her stomach and breasts. Moving instinctively, she slid one hand up to rub the liquid into her skin.

“Damn, Isla. You’re going to kill me,” he rasped, tugging at his erection to milk the last of his come onto her skin.

“Never, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Little Fish.”

After dragging his hand down his staff one last time, Caesar moved forward to kiss her hard before collapsing on his side next to her. His hand wrapped over hers as she rubbed it slowly over her tummy.

“Will it always be this good?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“No questions in your mind?”

“None. That was a good time to tell me you love me,” he said before cupping her face and kissing her again.

“I do.”

“I’m glad. Let’s take a warm shower and grab some breakfast. You need fuel before you climb around those caves with Rocco.”

“A shower before exercise sounds silly,” she observed, cuddling against his chest.

“But necessary unless you want everyone to know exactly what we’ve been doing in here.” He inhaled deeply as she watched. “I can smell me all over you.”

“Oh! I didn’t think of that. Let’s go shower.”

“One more kiss, and then we’ll go.”

“Okay. The keyword today is safety. Follow the way I go if we run into any tricky areas. No improvising,” Rocco warned.

“Got it,” Isla said, acknowledging his rules.

“And you, Little girl?” he said, looking at Sadie.

“Oh, I’m going to do just what you say,” she answered, rubbing her bottom with one hand.

“Good idea. Turn on your headlamps, and let’s go,” Rocco directed.

Immediately, the two women powered up the bright lights attached by a stretchy elastic band. Blinding each other by inadvertently shining the beacon of brightness toward one another, they gasped and turned their heads away from each other.

“Ugh!” Isla said. “Now, I can’t see anything.”

“It’s getting better,” Sadie told her before she started giggling at their mistake. That, of course, set off Isla’s merriment as well.

“Only Littles,” Rocco said. “All right, time to go. Concentrate on where I’m moving.”

Isla was careful not to look at him so she didn’t blind him as well. She really didn’t need to. His warm tone told her he was amused and not annoyed. She forced her mouth to relax from the wide grin as she pulled her focus back to the task at hand.

Once they got out of the main area of the tunnels where the lights had been strung years ago, the beams from their headlamps were the only thing illuminating their way. When they reached a section that had not been traveled frequently, Isla followed Rocco’s directions exactly as the smell of the seawater grew with every step they took.

This is so fun! Isla loved exploring the caves and could imagine all different types of people had trod on the same stones and touched the walls for stability as they’d walked. Pirates, smugglers, kidnapped damsels, daring teenagers. Who knew how many people had trampled through these passages?

“Hold up,” Rocco said, his voice crisp.

Isla leaned to the side to look around his broad shoulders and whacked her head on a hanging rock. “Oof,” popped out of her mouth.

“You okay, Isla?” Sadie said quickly.

“Yes. I just banged my head. Thank goodness it’s as hard as a rock,” she joked.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rocco asked.

“Yes. Keep going,” Isla urged.

“We’ve reached the sea. Come and look,” Rocco invited and stepped forward into a wide section. He consulted the compass he had used to guide them to this point.

There was muted sunlight filtering through the water. It wasn’t enough to see clearly, but it was a relief after the stark darkness they had emerged from. The air was heavy with moisture, and the walls had lines indicating the water depth at high tide.

“So, someone could’ve brought a treasure chest in here when the tide was low,” Isla said as she looked around.

“Let’s spread out a bit and see what we can find. I want to leave before the tide starts coming in,” Rocco told them.

Isla chose to go to the left. Her head hurt a bit from the whack she had given herself, but she pushed the discomfort away as she concentrated on looking for a clue. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like the movies. No wicked-looking saber was stuck into the wall like an arrow pointing the way—just seaweed and the faint smell of decaying sea life.

“I’m not seeing anything obvious over here,” she reported. “Any clue what I should be looking for?”

“Same. I haven’t found anything here, either,” Sadie reported.

“Come look at this,” Rocco called.

The two women moved eagerly to join him, and Sadie asked, “What did you find, Daddy?”

“There’s a stain here on the wall. It looks like something metal was pushed against it for a long time. If you follow its path, the mark gets lighter, as if it didn’t stay there for as long as it did at the original site. It disappears under the water line,” Rocco said, pointing.

“There could’ve been something with a metal band here. It would’ve taken years for the iron to mark the wall,” Isla said.

“Definitely, but the walls are wet. Anything made of old metal would’ve rusted. Something had to be dragged along this side to make a straight line,” Rocco noted.

“Magnus was right. It looks like, over time, the water moved the treasure,” Sadie said.

“So, searching in the water is the only thing to do. We’ll have to use the projected paths Magnus came up with to help narrow down where to look. Even then, it’s doubtful we’ll just happen to run across it. We’d have to get really lucky,” Isla said, feeling the futility of the search.

“Don’t get discouraged. Whatever is in that chest must be amazing. That other diver wants it bad,” Sadie pointed out.

“Whatever it is, I’m just going to remember that I love scuba diving anyway. If we find it, great,” Isla said, putting her thumbs up in a positive gesture.

“Okay. We’ve done all we can do. Let’s head back to the resort,” Rocco urged.