Chapter 10

Raelynn

Between her bookand the group text chat with the girls she'd met tonight, Raelynn figured she'd have plenty to distract her but it wasn't happening. She kept debating whether she should just get up and go visit Daddy at work. They had such a short time together and she really didn't want to miss any of it. Still, the man had to work and he probably wouldn't appreciate her interrupting him.

She tried getting back into her book but it was no use. She couldn't concentrate on it no matter how hot a mafia boss the Daddy in the book was; she just wanted her own Daddy. She'd read the same line six times and still didn't have a single clue what it said.

Raelynn was just setting it aside when there was a knock at the door. She looked down at herself in her purple hippo footed-pajamas, then back at the door, then at the clock. Who would be coming to her door this late?

Another knock sounded and Raelynn wasn't sure what to do. She was about to call the front desk and ask Daddy when the room's phone rang. Picking it up hesitantly, she placed the receiver to her ear.

"It's me at the door," her Daddy said before she could even speak. That was all she needed to hear. She tossed the phone aside, jumped from the bed and raced to answer the door. The sight that greeted her shocked her.

"You brought your stuff? I thought you were working."

She stepped aside and let him in as he said, "Apparently, Sadie told Master Derek about us and he gave me time off to spend with you."

"Starting tonight?"

"Yep."

He set a couple of bags on the floor and moved toward her. Daddy tucked some hair that had slipped out of the messy bun she wore for sleep behind her ear and then cupped her cheek.

"I'd like to sleep in the bed with you and hold you while we sleep, but if you aren't comfortable with that, I can sleep on the floor."

Not comfortable? She'd love that. To be in his arms again, surrounded by him while she slept. Maybe he'd even be her dream slayer. Maybe just having him there could stop the bad dreams she had all too often.

"I am perfectly okay with you sleeping in the bed."

Raelynn couldn't stop herself from stepping closer. She wanted to be surrounded by him right then.

"I need to get a quick shower and change. I probably should have done that before I left my apartment but I was in a hurry to get back to you."

The idea of Les Williams in her shower did things to her. Hot tingly things that made her want to do other things. She roped in her suddenly wayward libido and nodded her assent before stepping back so he could do what he needed to.

Just as she was headed back to the bed, she remembered what Les used to wear to bed and she wasn't sure if she hoped he still slept in nothing or if she hoped he didn't. A naked Les would be a sight to behold, but on the other hand, if she saw him naked, it would almost guarantee she wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself.

The water turned on in the bathroom as Raelynn crawled back into the bed. She grabbed her e-reader again, but if she'd thought she couldn't concentrate before she'd been wrong. All she could think about now was Les in her shower. Was he thinking of her? Was he touching himself? Because she certainly wanted to touch herself, but if he came out and caught her, she'd die of embarrassment.

Les

Les stoodin the shower willing his erection to go down. He could just say fuck it and get out anyway so he could get back to Rae-Rae, but he didn't really wear pajamas and the boxers he'd brought for bed weren't exactly the greatest at hiding the evidence.

He turned the water to ice cold and stood beneath the brutal spray, willing it to work, willing his dick into submission but apparently that particular appendage was just as stubborn as the rest of him.

Okay, he needed to think of something quick, something that would work, anything. Puppies? No, that didn't work because in his mind, Rae-Rae was holding the pup while wearing those cute-as-fuck pajamas that had started this mess.

Okay, puppies were a no-go. Kittens weren't any better. Horses didn't work, all he could see was the vision she made atop one and, in his mind, she was naked. That just made it worse.

Fuck! What could he think of? He'd think of his grandmother if he'd ever met her. But he hadn't. His mom. That would work. It was bound to. Holy hell, he was messed up.

Les looked down to find the thoughts starting to work a bit but as soon as he focused on his dick again, all his progress washed down the drain. He wasn't going to stroke himself off in her shower. He wouldn't.

Les closed his eyes and pictured a scene from his childhood that always worked to dampen any mood. It was hard to feel anything but anger and sadness when picturing your father's funeral. Just as he'd thought, the memory worked.

Turning off the water, Les stepped out, rushing through drying off and dressing. He brushed his teeth really quickly, before heading into the other room. As soon as he stepped over the threshold and saw Rae-Rae reading her book, he had to bring the crap memory back so his dick wouldn't wave hello.

He was screwed. No way was he going to make it through the night without a hard-on, and no way would she be oblivious to it. Les took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

He made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge beside her. Taking her e-reader gently from her hands, he shut off the screen and set it aside. "It's late, little one. Time for pretty girls to be asleep."

"Aw," she said with a pout, but she didn't protest any more than that. She only asked, "Are you coming to bed, too?"

"That I am, if you scoot over."

"But you can just get in on the other side."

Les looked from her to the door, to the other side of the bed, then back to her.

"This side is closest to the door," he explained. He could see what she was about to ask, so he answered before she could, "If someone comes through that door, I want them having to go through me before they get to you. I'll sleep on this side."

Rae-Rae watched him for a minute before she smiled brightly and scooted over to the other side of the bed.