9. Abby

Abby

Cold wetness surrounded me, and I immediately knew it was a dream.

A bad one.

A good one.

A confusing one.

Rain poured on my windshield when I opened my eyes. I'd tried to open the door, but it was stuck against something. In a stupid moment, I rushed to open my windows without realizing I was stuck. No matter what I did, I couldn't undo the seat belt. I couldn't get out of the car.

My head rested against the headrest of the driver's seat as I looked out. I was in the ravine. I'd spun out and had landed in it. Stuck and trapped, I had a horrible feeling the unpredicted storm would only get worse. Water had started to fill my car because when I'd tried to open the door, I hadn't shut it.

My head hurt like hell. I shut my eyes for a moment. Or at least I'd thought it was a moment; I wasn't sure. My head felt woozy. Heavy. When I forced myself to open my eyes, I saw him.

Through the rearview mirror, there he was. The shape of him. Big and powerful and tall.

I should have been scared. A shadowed form rushed down the side of the ravine and straight toward me with so much grace, I wondered if I was imagining him. He moved through the darkness of the night while the storm pounded down on him, and he didn't even slip. Not a little bit.

But I wasn't scared. At all. If anything, a sense of calm washed through me as my eyes fluttered shut before my head leaned forward to rest on the steering wheel.

He was like an angel of mercy.

A real-life superhero.

Someone found me.

The relief I felt was real even as my head spun. I knew who it was before he touched my face. When I opened my eyes and looked into the bright blue eyes of Abel Pe?a, the man of my dreams, I knew he'd saved me.

Just like I had saved myself for him.

"I'm gonna get you out, princess, you hear me?" he said, and even though I believed him, hearing his voice, I felt slightly dramatic.

"I'm gonna be stuck here forever," I mumbled. I felt like I was channeling my sister.

"You think I'd let that happen?" he asked, his voice deep and rich. My lips twitched and my eyes felt heavy. He wouldn't. He'd keep me safe. A man like him? Who looked like he did and carried himself like he could take down the world with a Q-Tip and some duct tape was capable of anything.

"I don't even know if you're real," I whispered. My hand rose, but I changed my mind. Not only did my entire body feel heavy and cold, I was afraid. If I reached to touch him and he wasn't real, I knew my end was close. Suddenly, a rush of water rushed into the car and jolted it. "Oh god!" I gasped, shutting my eyes tight. I am going to die.

"Stay with me," he urged. "I almost got it," he said, but I had a feeling if I opened my eyes, I'd know he was lying.

"So safe. Always so good," I slurred. My eyes fluttered. "For what? I'm gonna die here. A virgin." I groaned. I was so lame. Pathetic. Always so scared of everything going wrong I never took a chance. Not any real ones. I shook my head and immediately regretted it. "I'm going to drown in my car talking to an imaginary hot guy," I rambled.

"The hell you are," my sexy hero growled. One of my eyes popped open. There he was. The man I'd been watching whenever I was in town and I was lucky enough to scope out. For some reason, he had always been around when I went to town on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes even on Fridays and Wednesdays. He was the man I'd seen one time, and my poor delusional heart had said, That one. That's the one.

"Are angels supposed to curse?" I asked.

"I'm no angel, princess."

"I don't know." I sighed. "I think you look heavenly," I whispered, and before he said something else, I woke up and winced.

Muscles I didn't know I had ached, but in the best way possible. But then again, great sex did that to you. The warm band around my waist tightened. Lips brushed against my shoulder, and I stilled. The night of my accident was clearer than it'd ever been before.

Abel and I had been inseparable.

A little over two weeks had passed since we'd become an us. His girlfriend, his woman, his princess. His baby girl. I'd loved it. I loved him. Not that I had told him. I couldn't yet. It was too new. I might have been inexperienced and didn't know all the rules when it came to dating, but I knew better than saying those three little words so quickly. Even when not saying them felt like I was somehow holding back and lying to my daddy.

"Baby?" his sleep-filled voice rasped against my shoulder.

"Go back to sleep."

"Bad dream?"

"Yes. No. I just… I'm okay," I whispered, trying to make him go back to sleep. But I should have known better. Abel never let anything go.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Dime que so?astes?" he asked, curling his body closer into mine. I loved when he spoke Spanish to me.

"I didn't dream—" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"Don't lie to daddy," Abel rumbled before turning me over. The man was crazy strong and moved my body around like I weighed nothing. Like I was a sack of flour instead of a curvy size-sixteen shorty. He sat up and made me straddle him.

"What did you dream about?" I opened and shut my mouth. That night had been swimming in my head the last couple of days. The dreams had felt so real.

"You were there, weren't you?" I asked. There was something in his blue eyes, something that made my stiff shoulders relax. "You were my hero." I wasn't asking. I was speaking facts.

Daddy's Adam's apple bobbed, and his head tightly jerked forward, confirming my suspicion. A longer lock of dark hair shifted forward, and I moved to brush it away so I could see him better.

"You saved me," I whispered.

"Officer Mor?—"

"Please, Abel," I clipped, and he frowned.

"Abel?"

"I'm not kidding. I want the truth." I deserved it. The memories of that night had been driving me crazy.

"Abel?" he repeated, but I wasn't focused. I wasn't paying close enough attention. I didn't notice the way daddy started to come to life.

I loved that side of him.

I loved when it was Abel and Abby, but princess and daddy time was my favorite.

And even though it was the most inappropriate time, he didn't seem to care. But again, I didn't see it. I didn't notice his subtle changes.

"Why didn't you… why didn't anyone… I mean…" My chest rose and ell. I was so confused. It had been him. He had been there. But no one told me. Not him, not anyone. As ticked as it made me when I sat there, I quickly realized I wasn't upset.

"Abel—"

"Daddy," he corrected sternly. Before I knew it, he moved me again. Still on his lap, but I faced the other way. My eyes locked on the large mirror that hung above the big dresser in front of us.

"What are you doing? Abel, I don't understand why no one told me. Why you didn't. I thought I had imagined you." His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. "Daddy!" I moaned.

"Better," he grunted. He reached and put my glasses on for me before going back to give my breasts the attention they craved. He liked it when I wore them. He said he wanted to make sure I knew exactly who I belonged to when he sunk into my body. As he pulled on and rolled my nipples with both hands, my head fell back and rested on his shoulder. "If you knew it was me, that I was there that night…" His voice drifted off to nothing and his touch softened.

"What?" I asked, my eyes locked on his.

"You really want to know, beautiful? Because there is no turning back." His lips brushed against the pulse point over my neck. "You and I are it, princess. You're mine, and I sure as fuck am yours."

"Please," I urged. I wasn't sure if I was begging for the truth or for more of his touch. Both , I decided because I was a greedy girl when it came to daddy.

"You might not like the truth," he warned, and my sex clenched. I was wet and aching, feeling so empty.

"Give it to me," I begged. He made a deep rumbly sound that made me ache for so much more.

"I'd been following you," he grunted. One of his hands stroked up and down my belly to my breast and back up. I was quickly getting sucked into the way he could make my body sing, but I was aware enough that I saw it. The worry in his gaze. "Following and loving you from afar. Watching you."

"Since my accident?" I asked because that would have made sense. All the times I thought we had randomly been at the same place at the same time.

"Before that," he admitted without a gram of shame. "One time, that was all it took. I'd been living here a year and some change, and boom. One day, you were there. Saw you one time, and you set fire to my heart. Brought me to life. I tried to stay away." My lips parted when he teased my folds. One of his hands moved to hold my neck in place, his thumb resting on my pulse point.

"You were so young. So fucking innocent and shy. But this part of me, my daddy side, needed to watch over you. I learned your schedule." My skin broke out into goose bumps. My face heated up. "Loved you from afar, baby. Then that night… I didn't want you to feel like you owed me shit. So, I stayed away, but it didn't work. Saw how you were trying so hard to get over what happened, and daddy couldn't stay away and let you do it alone anymore." His finger dipped inside of me, and I moaned.

They said the truth set you free, and hearing him tell me what happened, how much he'd cared, how well he had got to know me from just watching me shattered whatever walls I might have still been holding on to. And just like that, I felt like I was freefalling, flying through waves of bliss and euphoria only daddy could make me feel. One finger turned into two and then, before I knew it, he had lifted me and lined us up perfectly. Backwards, our eyes locked on one another through the mirror, I rode him. Meeting him thrust for thrust while he held on to my throat.

"Fucking mine," he rumbled, his eyes darkened while his hips pistoned into me. "Todita mia, all mine." His hands gripped my hips, and my lips parted

"Always," I moaned. "Always yours. ?Solo tuya!" I cried out.

"You like that? You like how daddy's so fucking obsessed with you he couldn't stay away?"

"Yes!" I cried out.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I'm yours, only yours." I wasn't lying. I was his. I didn't care that he'd been watching me. I loved that my hazy memories of that night had been right.

It'd been him.

Abel.

My daddy.

My man.

His big hand combed my hair and wrapped my dark tresses around his wrist. With so much control yet tenderness, he pulled my hair back, forcing my cheek to rest against his. His lips on my throat, his tongue licked the shell of my ear.

"All mine. You understand, baby? All of you is mine."

"Yes!" I hissed, squeezing his impossibly hard shaft tighter inside of me. I loved this position. It was something we hadn't tried yet, and I was glad it had been put off till this moment. I loved how he surrounded me.

"Every one of your firsts is mine. Your firsts and lasts. All mine." His thrusts became erratic, almost punishing.

"Everything is yours," I surrendered easily.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "I love you, Abby. Fucking love you so much."

We hadn't said the words yet.

I had been terrified of slipping up and scaring him away, but like anything with Abel, I shouldn't have worried. He always made things more than right; they were perfect.

"Daddy loves you so fucking much." His thrusts turned almost savage. And I loved it. I loved him.

"I love you!" I cried out. It wasn't a sweet, romantic moment, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. Before I could exhale, daddy flipped me over. I loved how he moved me around like his very own doll.

"Good fucking girl. I love you, princess." Our lips crashed together. Our teeth scraped. It wasn't graceful. It was wet and messy and slippery. I rode him hard and fast. Meeting every thrust, our bodies completely in sync.

"Abel. Daddy!"

"Fuck! Give it to me, now! Come with me, princess!" His demands matched the way his body fucked me. Loved me.

"Oh god!" And just like that, I felt him. Just as I went over the edge and my orgasm towed me under a wave of pleasure, we flew together. Coming simultaneously. My body slumped over his, but I didn't have to worry.

Not with Abel. He always had me. Even before I'd known it. We held on until long after our breath had evened.

"I love you, Abby. I wasn't kidding," he reassured me. I smiled against his skin.

"I love you, too," I whispered.

"Look at me, princess." I found the strength to lift my gaze upward. The slight crinkles at the edge of his eyes deepened before he pulled my glasses off my face and settled them on the nightstand next to his side of the bed.

"Te amo. Ahora, manana y siempre." I sighed happily at his words.

"I love you," I repeated. "Today, tomorrow, and always." I lifted and felt him drip out of my body. We got carried away again and hadn't used protection. "We should be more careful," I murmured.

His hands moved between us, and I knew what he was doing. He'd done it countless times these last two weeks. He scooped his seed back inside. My lips parted, and a wicked look flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck careful," he muttered back.

"But what about—" Any words I might have been ready to say caught in my throat when his fingers started to work my body. In and out. I started to get lost in the moment.

"Abel," I whispered, and his strokes slowed.

"I love you, and you love me. I know it's fast, and I'm about to drop another bombshell on you but, baby, you and me?"

"Yeah?" I mewled.

"We're forever," he rasped, then his lips took mine, and for a moment, we got lost in a passionate kiss.

"Okay." I panted against his mouth.

"Okay?" he asked. Daddy pulled away and searched my eyes.

"Okay. Fuck being careful, Daddy. No more living safe and boring."

"Shh, no, see, that's where you have it wrong, beautiful. No matter what we do? You are always safe with me. You and the family we make one day."

Boom! Was that an atomic bomb or my ovaries exploding? I had no idea what was wrong with me. Babies and forevers had never been anything I had particularly seen for myself. But with Abel? I wanted that. I wanted that and so much more.

"Okay," I agreed again. He growled and flipped us over. He settled me on all fours in front of the mirror. Our eyes connected, and when I smiled and he thrust inside of me, my skin broke out with goose bumps. He was beautiful. I was beautiful. Together, we looked perfect.

"So slippery when wet," he grunted, and I smiled.

"Just for you," I groaned, and that made him spank my ass. I would have never thought that would turn me on, but I felt the wetness coat him further. "Yes, Daddy!" I cried out over and over again.

All night long.

And when we fell back asleep, I had the biggest smile on my face. Life was better than good; it was perfect. Abel loved me, and I loved him.

And I couldn't wait to build the life we wanted. I couldn't wait to actually live bright and bold, wild and free with daddy because he wasn't wrong.

I was always safe with Abel and his love.