Page 35 of Daddy's Girl

"When you're scared, this is where you come. When you need comfort, this is what you take. I'm going to train your mind to understand that." His grip tightens in my hair. "Trace my name with your tongue while you suck me. J-A-C-K. Write it on my cock so you never forget who owns this pretty mouth."

I part my lips, letting him press inside, the familiar weight of him on my tongue centering me in a way I don't fully understand. I trace the letters against his heated skin—J, then A, then C, then K—feeling him throb against my tongue with each stroke.

"That's it." His voice softens slightly, though his grip in my hair remains firm. "Take your comfort, baby girl. Let Daddy handle the bullshit."

I close my eyes, focusing on the taste of him, the stretch of my lips, the way my body naturally relaxes as I take him deeper. It shouldn't make sense—that this act, on my knees, would make me feel safe. But it does.

His thumb brushes my cheek, surprisingly gentle. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. But I can't do that if you hide things from me."

I make a small sound around his thickness, an apology he seems to understand.

"Shh. Just take what you need now." His hand loosens in my hair, becoming a caress. "Let this remind you where you belong. Who you belong to."

I lose myself in the rhythm, in the simplicity of pleasing him. My mind empties of David's threats, of fear, of anything but Jack's taste, his scent, the soft sounds of approval he makes when I take him deeper.

He doesn't rush me. Doesn't thrust. Just lets me work at my own pace, taking the comfort he's offering in the only way he knows how to give it.

I don't know how much time passes—minutes, maybe more—before he gently pulls away. He's still hard, hasn't finished, but that wasn't the point. He tucks himself away, then crouches to my level, taking my face between his hands.

"Next time you're afraid, you come to me. Not to that." He nods toward the laptop. "Now go delete that account. Cut that final string."

I nod, oddly calm now. "What if he comes here?"

A smile spreads across Jack's face—nothing kind about it, all teeth and predator. "Oh baby, I welcome it."

Before I can stand, tires crunch on gravel outside. A car door slams. Jack's head turns toward the sound, nostrils flaring like a predator catching a scent.

"Fucking Beau," he says, tucking himself away and zipping up in one fluid motion. "Stay behind me."

Instinctively, I move to stand, but his hand on my shoulder keeps me in place. "Let me see you," he says, eyes raking over me. "You good, baby girl?"

"I'm good." I nod, surprised to find it's true. The fear from minutes ago has receded, replaced by a strange calm.

Jack's expression softens, his thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. "Beau's harmless. Big mouth, bigger ego, heart of actual gold." A rare grin breaks across his face. "Also seems to be the catch of Wildfire, no one seems to be able to get their hooks in him, but they try. He’s the pretty brother."

I laugh, the sound unexpected even to me. "Sounds like someone I need to meet."

Jack's playfulness vanishes instantly, his hand sliding to my throat, thumb pressing just firmly enough that I feel my pulse against it. "Need to meet, huh?" His voice drops an octave, eyes darkening. "Maybe I need to remind you your tongue was just tracing my name on my cock. J-A-C-K, remember? Not B-E-A-U. Or do you need another lesson?"

The possessive heat in his gaze makes my knees weak, but I catch the tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth—he's playing with me, in his own dominant way.

"Just teasing, Daddy," I whisper, watching his pupils dilate at the word.

His grip relaxes, turning into a caress. "Better be." He winks, mood shifting again as he pulls me toward the door. "Come on. Time to show you off, let the family see what's tamed the mountain man."

I stand on shaky legs as Jack opens the door. Sunlight spills in, temporarily blinding after the cabin's dimness. Jack's hand finds the small of my back, guiding me outside.

Beau's truck sits in the clearing—too clean, too shiny, tires making the gravel hiss. He climbs out, all swagger and smirks, looking so similar to Jack it makes my head spin. But, yeah, he’s more refined, I guess. Not really pretty, but not as rugged as Jack.

Same eyes, same jawline, but softer somehow. Less weathered. Less... mine.

He climbs the porch steps, pauses when he sees me, one foot on the top step, knee bent, leaning into the railing. His eyes flick from my bare legs to Jack's possessive stance between him and me.

"Guess you're the reason he hasn't answered his phone all week," he drawls, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Did something happen?" I ask, suddenly worried.

Beau's smirk softens, just slightly. "Nah. Just checking on my brother. And looks like he's been... occupied."

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