Page 107 of Melt For Us, Daddy
A smile spread across her girl’s face, banishing some of those swirling emotions. “I love you, too. Are you still mad at me?”
“Baby, I was never mad at you. You know it doesn’t bother me if you want to be a brat every now and then. I do want to make sure there’s nothing more to it than that, though, which is the other reason we’re letting Jacob make the coffee.”
“Oh.” Lips turning down in a thoughtful frown, Ivy went quiet, obviously thinking through her actions. “I don’t really think there was more to it than just wanting him.”
“You’re not feeling any kind of way about our rules? Wishing you had more freedom where Jacob is concerned?”
“Maybe a little but I also like having those rules. I like knowing that even if I get to be in control sometimes where he’s concerned, at the end of the day you’re still in charge. It doesn’t upset me that I have to ask permission or anything, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Good.” Relief loosened some of the knots in her chest and she smiled down at her girl as she brushed loose strands of hair from her face. “You’ll tell me if you start to feel differently about any of our rules.”
“Of course.”
“My sweet girl.” Sliding her hand into Ivy’s hair, she pulled her girl’s head back, swooping in to take her lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
When they parted, Ivy’s eyes were glassy, unfocused, and Cordelia couldn’t help but grin at the sight she made. Adorably well fucked and satisfied.
And though part of her wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all morning reminding Ivy over and over what it meant to be her Daddy’s good girl, they couldn’t keep Jacob hanging.
Once they got back home, that was something they’d need to discuss. Time for just them, for each of them with Jacob. There were bound to be some jealousy issues, some power struggles. But hopefully they could lay a strong enough foundation to mitigate them when they came.
“We should get downstairs to our boy.”
“In a minute.” Ivy’s expression turned serious. “You had a moment, when you were getting undressed to join us in bed. Are you okay?”
Her sweet, observant girl. “I am now. It… caught me off guard, is all. I was so into it, into both of you. And then I saw him kneeling there, looking so strong and I panicked a little. But then you called my name and I remembered I’m not there anymore. They can’t hurt me, because I’m here with you and our boy.”
“You’re going to have to tell him.” The words were soft, but filled with resolve. “You can’t keep it from him the way you kept it from me. He deserves to know the whole of it.”
“I’ll tell him.” Eventually. When the danger had passed.
“Not in some mythical, far-off future, Cordelia. You need to tell him and you need to tell him soon.”
There was a downside to being with someone who saw you as clearly as Ivy saw her. “I will. I promise.”
“Good enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a shower. I’m all… sweaty.”
At the reminder of what they’d done, how thoroughly her babygirl had been punished, Cordelia grinned. “Want some company?”
“Absolutely.”
Jacob
* * *
It took a lot longer than he’d expected for them to come downstairs. Long enough he was worried Cordelia’s coffee would be cold and she’d be angry with him.
But when they finally appeared in the kitchen, each of them with their hair wet and their cheeks still glowing with what he assumed was pleasure, it was clear what had taken them so long.
An emotion he couldn’t quite place tied his stomach into knots as he watched them, the way they moved in sync, with random little touches here and there. They had a connection he could never hope to understand or compete with.
Jealousy. That was, he realized with a start, the sinister emotion winding its way around his stomach, making him feel vaguely ill. All his life, he’d been lectured on the pitfalls of envy, along with the other seven deadly sins.
Was this one of those things the prophets had been wrong about? If they were, did that make it okay for him to feel jealous? Was it not as evil as he’d always been told?
“Whatcha thinking about so hard, baby boy?”
Ivy’s teasing question had him jerking his head up to blink at her, then Cordelia. The latter was watching him with those quiet, steady eyes that seemed to see far more than he was comfortable with.
