Page 11 of Neighbor DADDY

"Don't be," he laughs. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," I reply, smiling. "I really did."

"Me too."

He reaches out and places his hand on mine, and I can see the tension in his shoulders. His energy has changed. There’s something he wants to say, I just know it.

"What's wrong?"

"After my run, I walked your property to see if there was any sign that someone had been trying to break in last night." Cam puts his phone on the table and slides it towards me. On the screen is a picture of dirt with two distinctive footprints in it. My insides go cold. "This was below the window next to the front door. Your instincts were right. Someone was here."

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CAM

Itold Kelly I had some stuff to do for work, but the truth was I spent most of the day driving to all the hotels in town and trying to suss out whether Frank was staying there or not.

By the time evening rolled around, I was frustrated, annoyed, and a little bit angry. I hadn't been able to find anything and was starting to suspect that the fucker might not be in town at all. He could have given up and gone home, or he could have stayed farther away to avoid notice. The regret of not just kicking his ass at the hardware store is eating at me, and I have to keep reminding myself that if I had done that, I would have been in jail last night, and not in bed with Kelly.

Oh, Kelly. I feel like a caveman, only able to have two thoughts. I want to protect Kelly. I want to fuck Kelly.

I know my tastes in bed aren't for every woman, but Kelly's willingness to let me be her daddy made her even more precious to me. And she's a virgin. Damn. I don't know what I've done to deserve such a precious thing like her, but even if I'm undeserving, I'm sure as hell not going to give her up.

The only way I'd leave her now is if she asked me to. But she won't. Not after last night.

Even as a virgin, she'd been responsive and eager. She moaned for me, and whimpered, and screamed when she came, and her little pussy clamped down on my fingers like a vise. Just the memory is enough to have my cock stiff and straining against the fabric of my jeans. I don't want to give up on my search just yet, but the temptation of going back to her immediately to show her just how good I can make her feel is distracting.

This was supposed to be an amazing week for Kelly, her first week in her new home, and some bastard is tainting it. When I think about the rope I helped him pick out, I'm so furious I feel like my teeth are going to shatter from clenching my jaw.

I decide to stop for a quick bite at the Blue Goose Bar and Grill before heading back, and try to calm down. The last thing Kelly needs is for me to walk in angry and snarly, especially after what happened last night. She's been through enough, and she doesn't need my emotions making it worse.

When I get to the bar, I get a text, and I groan, dragging my hand over my face.

Kelly: Are we still having dinner tonight?

It's 7:05 PM, and she's been waiting for me. Fuck! How did I forget?

Me: I'm sending an Uber to pick you up. I'm at the Blue Goose and I want my girl here with me. How does that sound?

Kelly: Like the best idea ever.

I smirk and send the driver a request. I'll make it up to her and take her on the date she deserves, but right now, I'll be happy just to share a meal with her.

By the time the driver drops her off, I'm sitting at a booth near the back, sipping a beer.

Kelly looks amazing. Her long blonde hair is hanging loose, and she's wearing a dark red sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that make her legs look amazing. It's a bit busy when she arrives, and I enjoy watching her look around for me, knowing I've put that hopeful, excited look on her face. It makes something pull tight in my chest.

Everything is good until some drunk from the bar, hat backward and beer still in hand, stumbles over to her and gets way too close for my liking. Kelly, being new to the area, is like a magnet for losers like these, and this particular asshole is trying to flirt.

The idea of another man touching her has my vision going red. I'm on my feet in a second and stalk over to where they're talking, resisting the urge to lay him out right here and now in front of everyone.

"That's enough," I interrupt, putting my arm around Kelly's waist. "I'm going to give you a single warning. Get the fuck away from her and out of this restaurant before I make you."

The drunk looks me up and down and scoffs. I've got at least six inches on him and weigh significantly more, so his liquor-soaked bravado is hilarious. Or it would be, if I was capable of feeling anything besides rage at the thought of someone messing with Kelly. "I don't think so, buddy. Me and the pretty lady here are having a conversation. Don't need you buttin' in."

"Oh, trust me," I say, pulling Kelly closer, lowering my voice. "She's spoken for. And you've had enough to drink. Leave now and I'll call your dumb ass a cab, but if you try and push me, we're going to make a big fucking scene, you hear me?"

"I don't need your fuckin' help," he slurs, and I can smell the booze on his breath.

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