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Flipping through her texts gives me the timeline of events. The last one saying they’re home safe takes my foot off the accelerator.
I’ll be there soon. It’s late, they’re both probably already asleep.
Only the dim light over the stove is on when I finally get home well past ten.
Nights like this aren’t often, thankfully. I hate missing out on the small moments.
Or the big ones, like a broken bone.
Weighing the option of waking Cynthia, I think I’ll wait until morning. I can’t do anything tonight, so there’s no purpose in disturbing her.
I take off my boots at the door, then tiptoe into our bedroom.
Elena’s even breathing is a tell tale sign she’s already out. Today was likely stressful for her, too.
After a quick shower, I fold my way gently into bed.
“Mmm, hi daddy,” she murmurs, turning to lie against me and drape her arm across my belly.
“Hey, baby girl. How is ‘Thia?” I pull her closer.
“She’s tough. Dixon put a splint on it until the swelling goes down.” Her head raises to meet my eyes. “She’s very worried you’re going to be mad at her horse. I promised I’d make sure to tell you that it wasn’t Trixie’s fault.” A smile dances over her lips.
“I’m glad to hear that. I know kids are kids and sometimes just hurt themselves. But damn, I didn’t know how hard it punches when it’s my own.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I should have been here.”
Her nail traces my collarbone as she glances at my mouth. “Maybe you’re the one who needs house arrest.”
“That sounds like heaven. I’d love to be trapped here with you.” I work my leg under hers so her thigh rests on mine.
Yea, this would be a good place to be stuck.
Then her palm drifts lower to circle my belly button.
It makes my cock twitch with her proximity.
“Maybe I should.” Her smile grows with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.
“Should what?” I ask as she rolls away.
“Trap you,” she giggles, then opens the drawer next to the bed.
Before I can register what she’s doing, she tugs my extended arm towards the headboard and I hear the familiar ratchet sound of handcuffs slipping into place.
I forgot she still had those plastic ones left from Halloween.
Naughty. I love it.
She sits on her heels with a proud expression and pulls off her shirt, then crawls closer.
“You’ve got me for good,” I groan. “Now torture me with pleasure.” I reach with my free hand and tug her over me so I can latch my lips around her beaded nipple.
When her fingers wrap my stiff cock it makes me gasp, then suckle even harder.
“Scoot up, baby.” I do my best to manhandle her until her thighs frame my cheeks.
That first taste of her is always the best.
Like I’ve been dying of thirst and she’s the purest spring.
