6. Aidan

CHAPTER 6

AIDAN

The morning light slices through a crack in the curtains, dragging me from a surprisingly deep sleep. I blink the haze away and realize she’s still curled against me, her body warm and soft in the cool morning air.

Elysa. The woman who managed to weave her way through the walls I swore I’d keep intact. Raven hair, curves that could make any man lose his damn mind, and last night… hell, last night was something else entirely.

In the stillness, I retrace the chaos of passion from the hours before. Her calling me Daddy. That one word woke up parts of me I didn’t even know were in play. It’s fucking crazy how right it felt.

I slip out from the tangle of sheets without waking her, the echoes of our night together pulsing through my veins. Her trust and her openness have overwhelmed my senses. In the bathroom, I turn on the faucet, letting the tub fill with steaming water. The scent of some floral crap swirls in the rising steam, but it’s soothing, and something tells me she’ll appreciate it.

With the bath set, I head back to the bedroom, overwhelmed by fierce protectiveness. I need to make sure my little former virgin isn’t too sore. Once I’ve taken care of her, I’m going to tear up her sweet pussy all over again. I can see this is going to be an endless cycle in the foreseeable future.

She’s still out, lashes casting shadows over her cheeks, and I can’t help but give in to the urge to kiss her awake. Her eyelids flutter, and her blue eyes meet mine, carrying last night’s playfulness into today’s reality.

“Morning,” I mutter, hand brushing her wild dark hair back from her face.

“Morning,” she echoes, stretching in a way that’s entirely too seductive for my blood pressure. “You’re up early.”

“For you,” I admit, fighting a smirk as her eyebrows arch.

“What’s going on?” she asks, her voice low and husky with sleep, and I revel in that intimate sound, laced with the trust she’s chosen to give me. I run my hand over her curvy belly, wondering if I managed to plant my seed in her womb last night. Oh well, I’ll just have to keep trying until she’s big and round with our child.

First things first. “I ran you a bath,” I say, nodding toward the bathroom where steam still curls through the door. “Figured I’d take care of my baby girl this morning.” And every goddamn day from now on. It’s amazing how fast she wiggled her gorgeous little ass into my heart and soul. Now, I can’t imagine living one second without her.

Her eyes twinkle at my words, and I suddenly realize loving and taking care of her unfurls something raw and real that I want more than life itself.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom where the steaming water waits to soothe her soreness. As her body sinks into the water, a sigh escapes her lips, and I fight the urge to take her right back to bed.

“Thank you for the bath, Daddy.” Her voice cuts through the steam, causing my cock to instantly harden.

I lean over to place a kiss on her nose. “You’re welcome, baby girl.” I can’t resist her pouty lips. After devouring her sweetness, I lay my forehead against hers. “I figured the hot water would soothe your little pussy. Now, enjoy your bath while I make you some breakfast.” I steal one more kiss, savoring her taste, absorbing it before dragging my ass to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I move with purpose, banging around pots and pans as I gather what I need. Bacon hits the pan with a satisfying sizzle, and coffee brews like dark salvation in the corner. I’m a rough bastard by all accounts, but when it comes to her, I’m a goddamn teddy bear.

I finish making her breakfast, and the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs causes my stomach to growl, but I’ll worry about my hunger later. I pour two cups of coffee, each dark and rich, and place everything carefully onto a tray. When Asa told me he made Leslie breakfast in bed, I called him a pussy-whipped moron. I guess I’ve joined the pussy-whipped moron club because breakfast in bed is only the beginning of what I’ll do to pamper her.

A few moments later, I make my way back to the bathroom where the steam still clings to the air and the slightly floral scent lingers, creating a cozy, relaxing atmosphere. Elysa lies back in the tub with her eyes closed, lost in the warmth as the water swirls around her. Christ, she’s a goddamn sight. My fucking dick goes on high alert, but there’s no way my baby girl’s little pussy can take another round just yet.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” I kneel next to the tub and run my finger slowly around her collarbone, trying to coax her awake without barging in on her tranquility. She stirs, a sheepish smile breaking out across her face as she peeks one eye open.

“The water put me to sleep,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of sleepy and longing.

“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I reply, fighting the urge to slip into the warm water with her. “I want nothing more than to fuck your sweet pussy again, but first, I need to feed you.”

I lean down, reaching for her under her arms to help her from the tub. As she rises, water clings to her skin like diamonds glistening in the morning light, droplets cascading down her stunning curves. I can’t help but stare at her perfect body—every curve, every indentation. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Once I stand her on her feet next to the tub, I grab a soft towel from the rack, gently drying her off while the warmth of her skin radiates against my fingers.

Once she’s dry, I wrap her in my bathrobe and carefully tie the belt around her. The thing is massive on her, trailing almost to her ankles, the fabric swallowing her petite frame in a soft hug.

“There we go, baby girl.” I lift her into my arms again and stride out of the steamy bathroom.

“You do know I can walk, right?” She giggles, wrapping her soft arms around my neck.

“I know, but I want to carry you.” I kiss her silky cheek and hug her sweet body closer.

The way her body melts against mine sends my heart racing. I carry her with ease as her laughter fills my ears and sends spears of unfamiliar delight straight to my grumpy soul.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy,” she whispers, and her warm breath brushes against my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Anything for my baby girl.” We reach the bed, and I lay her down gently before pulling the robe away from her luscious body. After dragging the covers over her, I fluff the pillow behind her and help her sit back against it.

I place the heaping tray across her lap and pull the chair closer so I can sit right next to her. She glances down at the feast of perfectly fried eggs, crispy bacon, and two slices of buttered toast.

“You cooked enough food for three people,” she says with that charming mixture of surprise and delight.

“Only the best for my baby girl,” I reply, enjoying how natural it feels to say it. Hell, if this is the new normal, I’m on board.

She takes a forkful, and her eyes widen with genuine delight after the first bite. “This is amazing, Aidan!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t do things half-assed,” I reply, shrugging in my typical nonchalant way, but inside, I swell with pride.

My blood pressure nearly crashes through the roof as I watch her nibble her way through the food. Fucking hell, my hands itch to explore every inch of her luscious curves again.

“Alright,” I finally say, unable to take another second of this torture, “time to get you dressed before we end up burning off all the calories you just ate.”

Elysa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on those full lips. “Sounds like a great idea to me.”

“Not until your pussy has healed a little from last night’s workout,” I shoot back, just playful enough to hide how much I want her now while simultaneously fighting the urge to haul her back under the covers.

“I’m all healed up, Daddy.”

“I’ll check for myself later, but right now, we have things to do.” There’s no way she can wear her slinky dress again, and I need to get us out of my house before I give in to the temptation she presents. “Since keeping you naked and in bed isn’t an option if I want to keep my hands off you, we need to get out of the house today.”

“What do you have planned, Daddy?” Her trust in me warms my heart and turns my fucking dick to stone.

“I’ll give you something of mine to wear while we head over to your place to pack a weekend bag. Once we’ve taken care of that, we’ll go see what movies they have playing at the theater.” Great. I’m not too sure that’s the best fucking idea. Sitting next to her in a darkened movie theater might just test the limits of my control. And we’ll be seen in public. Together. I don’t want to give her a reason to refuse, so I offer, “We can arrive separately if you’re worried about someone seeing us together.”

“All of that sounds great.” She laughs as we both get up from the bed, and I watch her shuffle into the bathroom, her graceful movements a little stiff. “But we’ll go together. I doubt anyone in town will put two and two together and come up with my identity.”

I rummage through my closet, searching for something that won’t swallow her curvy body whole. What I pull out is a pair of my old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The outfit will be way too fucking big for her, but I know she’ll look incredible drowning in my clothes. In my mind, I can already picture her luscious body wrapped in the fabric, and it sends a rush of possessiveness straight through me.

“Here you go,” I call out as I walk back into the bedroom. I hold up the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants to her.

Her laughter rings out, full of warmth and light, contrasting with the chaos in my head. “I’m going to look like the Pillsbury doughboy in that.”

“The most adorable little doughboy on earth.”

She takes the clothes, rolling her eyes dramatically as she puts the outfit on. I swallow the urge to spank her luscious ass as anticipation fills the air like static.

Holy hell. The sweatshirt hangs down to her thighs while the sleeves nearly swallow her hands. She rolls the waist of the pants several times just so she can walk. It’s a fucking sight to behold. And she’s all goddamn mine.

“I look like I’m wearing a potato sack!” she exclaims, spinning around like a charm, showcasing the entire effect.

“Not even close.” I laugh, raking my eyes over her. “You pull it off better than anyone I know. Jesus, you could wear a trash bag and still look incredible.”

“You’re so sweet, Daddy.” Her words cause my heart to race. I’ve never been called sweet in my goddamn life, but hearing it from her causes a part of me I didn’t even know I had to wake up.

“Only with you.” I snort, picturing my brother rolling his eyes at someone calling me sweet. “Everyone else thinks I’m a cranky asshole.”

“Well, everyone else is wrong.” She wraps her soft arms around my waist, and I’m fucking tempted to say to hell with the rest of my plans and drag her sweet ass back to bed.