Page 9 of Single Dad at Mountain Creek Ranch
“I missed you,” he says quietly.
“Really? What did you miss?” I giggle, wondering how far he will go with other people dancing around us.
"I miss the taste of your sweet lips," he says quietly. "I miss the moans you made when you rubbed your pussy against my hard cock."
I blush, looking around to see if anyone heard him. “Someone could hear you.”
“I miss the way you get so easily embarrassed.”
I shake my head and laugh. “You jerk.”
“You love it.”
“Maybe.”
The easy-going expression on Nash's face turns annoyed when he sees something happening over my shoulder. I turn to see what he's looking at. A little boy who looks about Abbie's age, with a tiger painted on his face, is talking to her. We both watch as she nods, and he leads her out to the dance floor. I turn back to Nash.
“You can’t possibly be upset about that.”
“She’s too young. I should—” He starts to pull away from me, but I tighten my grip to stop him.
“What’s the matter? It’s just a dance. He’s so cute.”
“Maybe to you, but I look at that kid and see someone trying to steal my daughter.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re overreacting.”
“He told me the first day I dropped Abbie off at kindergarten that he wanted to marry her, and he thought I should know.”
“Oh. My. Gosh.” I laugh. “That is too freaking cute!”
“No." He tries to give me a stern look, but I'm not afraid. "Not cute.”
“It is!”
“Do not encourage this behavior in my daughters. They aren’t allowed to date until they are thirty. And even then, I’m not sure I will allow it.”
“If we played by those rules, I wouldn't be allowed to date you, let alone use my free stay at the Centennial B&B with you tonight.” His eyes widen and swing back to me in surprise, and I feel the distinct press of his hardening cock against my stomach. I lean in to whisper in his ear. “I want to finish what we started last week.”
The song ends, but neither one of us stop dancing. The band begins a faster song, but we continue to sway back and forth.
A low grumble erupts in his chest. “I’ve had a terrible case of blue balls since that night. Nothing relieves it.”
“I can,” I whisper.
“You are killing me,” he grumbles with a pained look in his eyes. “I can’t. I have the girls.”
“Do you?” I ask, lifting my eyebrow conspiratorially.
“Dad! Dad!” The girls run over to us and interrupt our dance. Nash still holds me close to him to hide his erection.
"Aunt Willow just said we could sleepover at her house tonight,” Abbie tells Nash. “Can we?”
“Please!” Sophie adds, drawing out the one syllable to sound like it has multiple.
“Did she now?” The corner of Nash’s mouth twitches up in amusement when he gives me a knowing side-eyed look.
I just smile back innocently at him, excitement flooding my body that I'm finally going to get some relief. Hopefully, a few rounds of relief.
