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Wilder glances toward me. “Is that the emergency call?”
I swallow hard, my hand still stroking his thick cock. “I don’t want to stop.”
A shadow of hesitation passes over his face like he’s debating what kind of person he wants to be. “I don’t want you to stop either, but I think you need to answer it.”
Damn it! One night out. I’ve literally only had one day to myself.
I roll to the side and grab my phone off the wood carved stand by the bed. It’s my sister Allie. She’s by far the most responsible of the girls, and though she’s only fifteen, she’d work circles around grown men. Fear can do some crazy things to keep a person motivated.
Allie: Dad’s on a tirade again. I think he’s been drinking. Can you please pick us up for the night? I can’t stay here. I’m scared!
Shit! Shit! Shit! That’s an official mood killer!
I turn back toward the massive man behind me. “It’s my sister. She’s in trouble. My dad is drinking or something. I don’t know. I can’t leave her there. I have to help.”
I’m not sure what to expect. We have this deal, and though I know I told him there could be an emergency, I doubt he really expected one. I know I didn’t. That, and we’re right in the middle of what he paid me for. I should just keep going.
“I mean, I can finish up here first if that’s—”
“No.” He holds my chin in his hand. “If you’re sister needs help, we’ll help her. Get dressed. I’ll get the truck ready.”
He stands from the bed and tugs his jeans back into place, the silhouette of his hard cock still planted firm along the inside leg.
My pussy pulses the second I see it, and though I know leaving to help Allie is the right decision, my body is still screaming for Daddy.
Chapter Six
Wilder
I thought about chaining her to the bed, keeping her locked away for my personal use whenever and wherever I see fit. I thought about tying up her arms, spreading her legs, and sinking into her so fucking hard I bruised her little pussy forever. I’ve thought about it over and over again since we got into the truck. That’s probably why there’s silence.
“You alright?” I land my hand on her thigh in comfort, desperate to take all her pain away.
“I feel bad. You shouldn’t have to do this.” Her hands knit together on her lap in the dark cab of the truck as though she’s nervous. “You paid for this Wilder.”
My chest tightens as the truck stays on path through the dark, shadowed pines. I can still smell her on me, the sweet virgin scent of her pleasure on my beard. “What did you call me?”
“Wilder?” Her voice lifts in confusion.
Suddenly, the name sounds like an offense, like a shot straight through the heart. I never want to be Wilder again. The only thing I ever want to be is her Daddy. The man who shows up for her when she needs help. The man who’s always in her corner. The man who keeps her under his wing and keeps her safe, even if it’s just for the weekend.
Fuck! This has crossed a line, but I don’t know how to go back now.
“Don’t call me that, little girl,” I groan. “Tell me what my name is.”
Her expression flickers softly. “Really? You want me to call you Daddy?”
I suck in air and brush my thumb against her chin. “Do you like calling me Daddy?”
Why does my cock twitch at the thought of her saying that name? Why do parts of me want to sink into that reality? Why do I want her to need me, want her to call out for me?
Fuck!
She bites back a smile. “Yeah, it feels… warm, but… this isn’t real, remember?”
“I told you I wouldn’t say anything I wasn’t feeling.”
“So, you were feeling something for a minute. Good for you.” Her tone is sarcastic. “Look, this weekend was probably a mis—”
