Page 20 of Her Mountain Rescuer

“There you go, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, sated. “You’re going to feel me all night.”

He slips his fingers free of my pussy and lifts them to my lips. I suck them eagerly into my mouth, moaning at the combined taste of us—my tangy sweetness and his earthy musk—and lick them clean.

He tucks himself back into his pants and then bends down, picking up my discarded underwear. With quick, sure movements, he slides them back up my legs, covering my messy pussy. I’m trembling from the two orgasms, from the feeling of his cum on me. In me. Soaking into my underwear. He’s right—I’m going to feel him for the rest of the night. And I love it.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I sigh as he pulls me upright. “For every single second of that.”

He bends to kiss me, but there’s a sudden sharp rap at the door, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Beau’s hand squeezes mine, instantly calming me, but the adrenaline spiking through my veins has me on high alert.

“Hailey, you okay in there?” Dad’s voice filters through the door, tinged with concern.

Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.

I clear my throat, hoping my voice sounds steadier than I feel. “Yeah, all good. Just needed a little people break. Be right down.”

“Okay. Dinner’s on the table, so come on down.” There’s a pause as I wait for his footsteps to recede. “Have you seen Beau?” he asks, and I freeze, my eyes wide as they meet Beau’s.

“Um, nope!” I say, my voice coming out high and breathy.

Beau and I exchange a glance.

“Okay,” he says, and I hear his footsteps head back toward the stairs.

We don’t say anything as we put ourselves together, straightening our clothes. I check my appearance in the mirror hanging on the back of my door, running my fingers through my hair. Everything’s back in place, but there’s not much I can do about the pink flush on my neck and chest.

I look like a girl who just got ravished. Because I did.

Beau points to my adjoining bathroom and I nod, understanding his meaning. He’s going to wash up while I head downstairs, and he’ll follow in a moment.

I slip out of my bedroom, my heart beating a staccato rhythm as I walk down the stairs. I don’t look at my dad as I take a seat next to Kaylee at the dining room table. The food smells amazing, but my stomach is such a jumble of nerves and adrenaline after almost getting caught that I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat much.

Dad is already sitting at the head of the table, and his eyes are on Beau as he enters the room, looking completely unruffled. There’s no evidence that he had his head between my legs ten minutes ago. Dad’s gaze flicks from Beau to me, a frown pulling at his face.

No. No no no no no.

Beau takes an empty chair several seats away from me, not so much as looking in my direction. I shift in my chair, feeling the wet slide of my cummy panties.

I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this dinner.

We dig into the food, and I do my best to chat with Kaylee. We talk about work, about baby names, about Christmas plans, but I can barely focus on the conversation. Dad’s gaze keeps flicking between me and Beau, a suspicious glint in his eyes that makes me feel a little sick.

“Everything okay, Hailey?” Dad asks as he passes the bowl of mashed potatoes to Kaylee.

I smile, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Yep. You know me. Just needed a minute of quiet.”

A few seats down, I see Beau reach for the platter of roast beef. “Everything’s delicious, Kaylee. You’ve outdone yourself,” he says, trying to take the attention off of me.

Saving me, even now.

Kaylee beams and blushes at the compliment, but Dad’s eyes narrow slightly. I try to brush it off, try to focus on conversation and the delicious meal, but every time I glance up, I see dad looking at me, looking at Beau.

I can feel the weight of his scrutiny. It’s like a lead blanket that I can’t seem to shake off.

The tension in the room is palpable, and I have the sinking feeling that Dad suspects something. The thought makes my stomach churn. I force myself to take another bite of food, hoping I look normal.

Maybe after the party we should hang back and tell him.

Or maybe we should wait for the ideal time, when he’s less likely to explode. When we have all the right words to explain our slightly taboo relationship in the least damaging way possible.

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