Page 174 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Sure.” Cas’ smile was forced, but I could relate. “We can try.”
Cas
The stunningly beautiful scenery that was the Colorado National Monument made for a decent distraction, but there was a tension that couldn’t be denied. It was as if we were both hyper aware of every passing second, bringing our time to a close way too early, but neither of us wanted to talk about what would happen next.
“Come on.” I parked the car on a mountain overlook, and handed Polly her camera bag, as well as her selfie stick. “Let’s get out and get some good shots.”
We’d barely exited the truck when lightning flashed overhead, followed by a boom of thunder that sounded way too close.
“Crap,” I grumbled, ready to hop back in the vehicle. “Maybe we should go. At least down the mountain so we can wait for it to pass.” I didn’t want to get stuck in a flash flood. That would just add to our current pile of problems.
Polly looked heartbroken at my suggestion. “It’s probably just a little summer storm,” she said hopefully. “Like the ones we get back home.”
“I don’t know…” I looked up at the dark clouds forming in the sky above us. “I think we should get in the car, Pol.” As if to back me up, a new flash of lightning lit the sky, followed almost instantly by a crack of thunder.
“Oh come on, look at those gorgeous clouds!” Polly cried. “The pictures I could get! Can you imagine?”
I could imagine a torrential downpour, and my truck floating down the mountain. “No, come on, get in. We’ll grab dinner, go to the hotel, wait out the storm and come back today or tomorrow.”
I hadn’t even finished speaking before she ran off.
“Polly! Get back here!”
She was already gone. I clenched my fist as the urge to bend her over and spank her right there overcame me, and ran after her. I found her on the edge of a cliff, past the safety rail, with the camera pressed up against her face as she lined up the perfect shot. There were still ten feet between her and the edge but my heart actually stopped for a second when I spotted her. Her back was to me, and I couldn’t risk startling her, so I crept up behind her slowly.
“Polly!” I hissed when I was close enough. “Get back here now!”
As expected, she fully ignored me, and kept on taking photos.
“Polly!” Dammit. Shaking my head and planning how I was going to blister her ass later, I jumped the rail myself and prayed I didn’t startle her too badly.
I’d no sooner reached her when the rain started. And not just rain. A downpour. With big crocodile-sized droplets. The kind of rain flash floods are made from. And Polly just kept taking pictures.
“Dammit, little girl.” I snuck up behind her and looped my arms around her waist, pulling her back from the edge, until I could lift her into my arms and get both of us safely on the other side of the rail.
Turning her in my arms, I reached around to land a good hard smack to her backside—a preview of what was to come—and pressed her soaking wet body to mine.
I could see her pebbled nipples through the fabric of her shirt, and my cock stood instantly at attention. Her hair was plastered to her head in loose ringlets, and water dripped down her face, streaking her mascara. And god, I wanted her. She’d never looked more beautiful.
The ‘Daddy’ thing to do would have been to get us both out of the rain, but instead I was mesmerized. My hands cupped her face, and my lips crashed onto hers.
Maybe it was the rain, or the feeling of being so swept up in the moment, but her body seemed to melt into mine. My tongue pushed past her lips as I claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss that seemed to encompass all of the morning’s feelings and frustrations. My cock pushed hard against the crotch of her jeans, and for a moment I considered ripping off both our clothes right then and there. Grabbing fistfuls of her soaking wet hair, I yanked her head back, lowering my lips to the curve of her neck.
Her whimper was addictive–my kryptonite. I swear all the blood rushed from my head to my cock, and for a moment, all logic and sensibilities were lost. We were about to have sex on a fucking mountain in the middle of a rainstorm.
We would have too, if a massive crack of thunder hadn’t seemed to shake the world around us. Polly screamed, and I came to my fucking senses. This was not safe. If we didn’t get down the mountain quickly, anything could happen.
“Get in the car, babygirl,” I yelled over the sounds of the storm, releasing her with a smack across her bottom.
She was already gone, running for the cover of the truck as lightning cracked again, lighting the sky. I followed after her, and pulled her door open, helping her in before running around to get in myself. I was already soaked to the bone, the few extra seconds in the rain wasn't going to do any more damage.
When the doors closed, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. Polly’s infectious giggle mingled with my own deep belly laugh, echoing through the cab of the truck until we were both wiping tears from our eyes. At least I thought they were tears. I was too wet to tell. Grabbing napkins from the glove box, I took half the stack and handed the rest to Polly.
Once my face was dry and my hair wrung out enough to not drip down it, I shot Polly a look.
“As distractions go, that one certainly worked.”
She grinned back at me, squeezing napkins around her curls. “It did, didn’t it?”
