Page 24 of Skid
Chapter 10
Grace
I’d never experiencedanything like what Dalton and I shared. He was a perfect lover, and as we got redressed, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Something clicked when he was inside me, and I felt a connection to him, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He took me by the hand and dipped me backward, kissing me softly before placing me back on my feet.
The way he treated me was unexpected. From outward appearances, he looked to be a tough, sexy, tattooed biker who would rather hit you than talk to you. I’m glad he was persistent in his pursuit of me, or I would have never got to see this side of him. I had no doubt his tough side was something I hoped never to experience, but in his arms, I felt safe.
“Ready for dessert?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“I’ll need a few minutes to recover.”
I slapped his shoulder with a smile. “Not that dessert. Your pie.”
He tugged me closer, pushing his growing length against me. His blue eyes were filled with heat as he gazed into mine. “Is that what we’re going to call it?”
I laughed deep from my belly as we got dressed before I pulled him into the kitchen. His smile was contagious as I guided him to the counter and pulled down two plates. He came up behind me, leaning his hard body against my back as he took the plates from my hand and set them on the counter.
I turned, and his eyes met mine again. He was always bringing his gaze to mine, and normally, I glance into someone’s eyes, but never peer into them. With him, I got lost in his stare. He was looking deep into my soul, and I tried to remain as open as I could with him, hoping I hid the shame and humiliation I carried with me. He lifted one side of his mouth and pecked me on the cheek before taking the plates to the other counter.
Cutting into my newest creation, I plated the two servings, and Dalton took the plates from me, carrying them into the living room. I sat next to him with one leg tucked under the other and my body facing him so I could watch him enjoy his treat.
He took a forkful and when he tasted it, his eyes closed, and he groaned as loudly as he did when he was inside me for the first time. I felt my tender core clench and fought not to shift in my seat.
“Fuck, baby, this is delicious,” he praised before kissing me with chocolate on his lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I returned and took a bite, enjoying the pecans and chocolate on my newest crust.
The sun was setting in the sky, the living room filled with long dark shadows, so I stood and turned on a few lights, casting us in a warm glow. I was full from lunch and dessert, not to mention the two amazing orgasms he gave me. So, when I sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arm around me, I fought to hide my yawn.
“If you’re tired, sleep. I’ll be okay while you rest,” he said, and I looked up at him with my cheek on his muscled chest.
“I feel bad that I keep falling asleep on you,” I admitted, not wanting to tell him he was the only person in my entire life, includingthose years, that I felt comfortable enough to sleep around.
“Why? You’re tired, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to hold you while you sleep. I say I’m getting the better end of the deal,” he rationalized with a smile and a wink.
He took a pillow off the end of the couch and placed it over his lap as he lifted his sexy bare feet onto the coffee table and settled in with the TV remote in his hand. Patting the pillow, he urged, “Rest now, baby, cause when you wake up, I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out from exhaustion.”
My breathing accelerated, realizing he was easy on me the first time. If he was going to ravage me, I would need some rest to keep up. A man like Dalton probably had his pick of the ladies, and I didn’t want to leave him wanting.
I pressed up and brushed my hand across his cheek. His beard was soft under my fingertips as I kissed him softly. He kept the kiss chaste and patted the pillow on his lap again. I laid down, and he rested his hand on my side, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my skin until I felt the heaviness of my lids drag me into sleep.
“Are you sure this is right, Daddy?” I asked him as we walked up the driveway to the house.
I was only allowed to call him Daddy when Connie wasn’t around. It was part of the rules he explained to me when we went camping two months ago, and I tried hard to follow them. When he was my daddy, he was nicer to me, telling me how pretty and special I was. It made me feel good to know he cared about me, and he told me that he wanted me to be his daughter, but it wasn’t possible. He explained they got a check for me every month, and they couldn’t afford to help other kids if my check was gone.
I didn’t want another kid to have to stay somewhere unsafe like my old house was when I was little, so I smiled and told him I understood.
He squeezed my hand and looked down at me, his eyes soft and kind as he brought his hand to my shoulder.
“This is what is expected of us. I promise, it will be okay. Don’t you want to be Daddy’s special girl?” I nodded quickly, scared he changed his mind. “Then we have to go inside.”
