Page 76 of Defended
"Hello there," he said, tilting his head back and pulling her down for a kiss.
Ever since they'd decided she was staying with him, she'd finally really started settling in. Her pictures had joined his on the walls and shelves, her books side by side with his, and her little decorations were out. Seeing how happy and settled she was gave him a sense of satisfaction every time he looked at her.
And having her delicious curves pressed against his lap gave him a hard on. His hands dropped down to her bottom, digging his fingers into her soft flesh.
"Daddy!" she squealed, pulling away from the kiss and wriggling on top of him in a manner that did absolutely nothing to allay his desire. "I was just saying hello."
"I'm just saying hello too," he replied innocently, giving her another squeeze with both hands. "And hello again."
She giggled, but there was some tension in her body and her happiness didn't quite go all the way through her eyes. Tilting his head to the side, he changed his grip to a softer, more soothing one, shifting her on his lap so that she was straddling him and facing him directly.
"Is everything okay? Did Sienna and Lisa get along?" He knew she'd been a little worried about getting them together, but her time was often at a premium. Which was why he hadn't minded eating alone tonight while she went out with her friends. He hoped she wasn't stressing about that though; she could take her determination not to ‘use’ him a little too far—which was part of how he knew she never would.
If anything, he had to watch her to make sure she didn't give too much of herself, something she was all too capable of doing. It was why he'd suggested introducing Lisa and Sienna rather than running herself ragged trying to spend time with them separately. She was a people pleaser, and as her Daddy, it was his job to make sure no one took advantage of that, even unintentionally.
“They did, they liked each other a lot.” She perked up for a moment but then deflated a little. Reaching up, Kawan brushed her hair back from her shoulder, waiting for her to say something. Sometimes she just needed a few minutes to put her thoughts together and he didn’t want to rush her. “I—we—ran into Peggy.”
It was all he could do to keep his expression blank. While he might despise his baby girl’s former friend and roommate, she’d been more wistful the few times the woman had come up in conversation. Running into her must have been tough, and she didn’t need his opinion of the woman making it harder for her to talk about the encounter.
“And how did that go?” he asked, carefully adopting a neutral tone. The little look she gave him said that she saw right through the attempt, but at least he’d tried.
"She announced, very loudly, that I'm a pervert who acts like a baby and calls my boyfriend Daddy."
Another time, that might have enraged Kawan. But Melody seemed more annoyed and sad than hurt or distressed, and since he knew she'd been with Sienna, he could only imagine how well that had gone over.
"Did you tell her you're more like a five-year-old than a baby, unless you've been particularly naughty?" he asked, teasing her gently, hoping to make her smile.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but her lips did curve up against her will. "No. But Sienna told her that she also calls her fiancé Daddy. And Lisa made a pearl clutching reference. And then I told her that it wasn't any of her business... and then she ran away when she realized no one cared about my sex life, and that I wasn't backing down."
Pride swelled inside of him. He'd honestly expected to hear that Sienna had handled the situation. Melody had gotten better about speaking up when she wanted something—especially since the day when she'd experimented with being ‘teenaged’—but it would have been easy for her to fall back into her old habits when faced with her former best friend.
"Good girl," he said warmly, his fingers caressing her hips. She flushed with happiness, smiling back at him as arousal began to stir in her eyes. "I'm very proud of you for standing up for yourself."
Immediately she brightened, her expression turning impish. "Does that mean I get a treat?"
He had to laugh.
"Absolutely, baby girl, what do you want?"
She eyed him slyly. "Orgasms."
"Then orgasms you shall receive."
She squealed with delight as he turned, rolling them off of the couch and taking her down to the floor in a controlled fall. It didn't take him long to strip her down to nothing and administer the first orgasm with his mouth while she tugged on his hair. Then he picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom for round two, which ended in a treat for both of them.
Cuddling her sleeping form in his arms afterwards, he stroked her hair and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness, completely struck by the knowledge that sometime during the past few weeks, he'd fallen head over heels in love with her.
