11. Trick

"You don't mean that," she mumbles into my neck.

"Of course I mean it," I growl. "Maybe I shouldn't. No, I know I shouldn't, because I'm an asshole to put any conditions on your first time being whatever you want it to be. But you also deserve full honesty from me about what it will mean."

Which is everything.

She lets out a watery laugh. "Until the morning. I know where I stand in the pecking order with baseball." She says it so calmly. If I weren't holding her naked in my arms, I might have missed the way she has to steel herself to get the words out.

"Not with me." I kiss her hair, then her temple, then her cheek. Working my way closer to her mouth, until she reluctantly lifts her face and I sear her lips with mine. Hard. Claiming.

A promise.

She kisses me back, a little hiccup in the whimper that slips out between hungry licks.

I need to obliterate her fear and doubt here. I am not her father. I'm not going to put her second fiddle.

But haven't you, all season long?

I thought I was doing the right thing.

Until tonight, I resisted my attraction to Sinclaire because once upon a time, she was something different to me. Years ago, she was Jeff's kid, and I gave her all the time and attention she wanted. And I wouldn't make a different choice, even if it meant never having her naked in my arms, because that little girl had needed me. But over the last eight months I've had a bittersweet regret that we couldn't meet for the first time, now. That I couldn't simply be a man for this young woman to get to know and trust as a lover.

And I probably used baseball as the excuse for not doing something about that.

I cup her face in my hands. "You are all I ever want. And I will be what you need."

"Tonight, I need you to want me," she whispers back.

My cock thumps against her belly, eager to serve.

Can I lock down the rest of my feelings for her? I should be able to. I have lots of practice.

We've both been keeping secrets. She's kept her innocence to herself. My secret feels much less noble—a dark possessiveness, and everything we've already done tonight has amplified that base need for her to dangerous levels.

Truthfully, I was a goner long before I stepped into this room and picked up her panties. And from that moment, it's been a fever dream of fantasy highlight after fantasy highlight.

Seeing the hint of her glistening pussy peeking out between her legs when she was curled up behind the curtain?

Fuck.

Drinking champagne off her body and then finding out she's still a virgin?

Fuck.

Her kneeling in front of me and needing to be talked through a blow job? Letting me shove my fat cock into the tight squeeze of her throat?

Fuuuuuck.

If she hadn't sucked me off, I'd already be inside her, putting that seed deep in her belly. Nothing between us.

My cock twitches at the thought.

"You want to fuck me," she whispers into my neck. "I can feel it."

I tighten my hold on her. "I thought we'd already established that I want you so much it scares me."

"Mmm. But here we are cuddling instead of fucking."

I roll her onto her back and pin her hands to the bed, our fingers entwined.

She looks up at me, proud as anything to have goaded me into action with her dirty words. "Yes, Daddy?"

And fuck me, they're working.

I take her mouth, kissing the filth away. "You are a good girl for asking for what you want," I tell her, my voice low and warm, as I start to strip out of my dress pants. "But if you call what we do in this bed fucking one more time, I'm going to spank the brat right out of you."

Her eyes get so bright. "Okay, Daddy."

I don't climb off her. I lever myself this way and that, staying connected to her with a hand, my mouth, a brush of my chest against her.

I want to crush her to the bed and never let her go.

I want to make her say dirty things just to have the pleasure of turning her ass red.

And then it's her panties that are coming off, and this time, they're staying off.

No more teasing.

Daddy needs his little girl's pussy. Full access, all night long. All of her firsts will be mine tonight, just in case she bolts in the morning.

And then we'll have to chase her.

Have to? Get to.

Never again will I hold myself back from chasing this girl, from pursuing her and winning her and making her feel like the best part of my life.

Because she is.

Her thighs pull together as I return her panties to their rightful spot—on the floor. I plant my big hands on her knees, calloused and tan against the smoothness of her skin, and shake my head. "Don't hide this from me."

Her chest and belly quiver as I press her legs apart and get my first proper look at her slippery center. Her pink, swollen middle.

And everything tilts fucking sideways.

She's so stunningly perfect.

"Look at your beautiful cunt," I say, settling between her thighs. I inhale deeply as I glide my thumbs up her tender bare lips, opening her up for my hungry gaze. "Can Daddy kiss you here?"