Page 25 of Tilly's Tutus
Tilly sat under the covers on the hotel bed wearing only the t-shirt she’d worn all day and her panties. He’d stripped to his boxers and was doing one last security check of the room before joining her. She’d only eaten half her dinner, insisting that she would take the rest to the convention with her for lunch the next day.
“So we can eat an early breakfast before checking out and heading to my house so I can change before we head to the convention center,” he explained as he turned on the light in the bathroom and closed the door halfway since he didn’t have a nightlight with him. Turning off the light on the desk, he crossed to side of the bed closest to the door.
Tilly tilted her head as she thought over his plan. “I forgot about that,” she said with a shrug.
Carter chuckled as he crawled into bed and laid down next to her. Taking the remote away from her, he turned off thetelevision. She had found another dinosaur cartoon movie to watch.
“That’s because it’s Papa’s job to think about that stuff, not his Little girl’s.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Now come here and cuddle me good because I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted and we both need to sleep.” Carter laid on his back and held out his arm to her.
Tilly yawned widely. “I am kinda tired,” she said, dropping a kiss on his chest before snuggling into his side with her head on his arm.
It took less than a minute for Tilly to fully relax and fall asleep. Carter was grateful his Little girl did not seem to have any brat genes in her, though he would have to save final judgement until he had moved her into his home and she was completely comfortable with him as her Papa.
Some Littles he’d known would fight going to sleep, no matter how tired they were, but Tilly just went along with anything he said. He just hoped they made it through the last day of the convention without any further problems for the security team, or any naughty antics from his Little girl or her sisters.
Shifting her a bit closer, Carter closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off, despite it being more than an hour earlier than he normally went to bed.
Chapter Fifteen
Tilly finished packing everything she’d brought to Carter’s house with a sigh. While she wished she could move in and stay with her Daddy forever, her sisters needed her to keep the peace between them. There was also the apartment they would be moving into in a few weeks.
She also needed to put her full attention toward marketing her Little clothes with the hope that she could sell enough to eventually quit working at the daycare center. She loved the kids and running the center wasn’t too challenging, but she much preferred to spend her days designing, making, and selling clothes. The days spent at the convention made her more certain than ever that this was what she wanted to do with her life.
“Ready to go?” Carter asked from the bedroom doorway. He looked as reluctant as she was to leave for the convention center and the last day of Littlepalooza. Though she knew he was attracted to her and she really wished he’d say something about having a future together.
Tilly took a breath and nodded as she picked up BB tucked her into her carryall. “I’m ready.”
She carried her bags to the doorway and did not argue when he took the bag with her clothes in it. Following him down thehall and to the front door, she focused on his ass, accentuated nicely by his black cargo pants.
The temptation to squeeze one of those tight buns overcame her. Reaching out, Tilly cupped her hand over his right ass cheek and squeezed.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Carter demanded as he spun around to look at her. He sounded both outraged and turned on by her action.
Tilly giggled as the sillies rolled through her before shrugging. “Sorry, Papa. Couldn’t help myself. Your butt was just asking to be squeezed.”
Rooker shook his head as he opened the front door. “From now on you walk in front of me, little dancer, because I’m absolutely certain my butt does not talk.”
Tilly’s giggles grew as she danced out the front door, across the front porch and down the stairs. “Are you sure, Papa? Have you ever asked it a question? And what about farts? Are you saying you don’t fart? Not even after eating beans? I thought everybody’s butt talked after eating beans. And chili. And doesn’t beer make farts?”
A low grumbly growl made her think she should shut her mouth and stop poking the bear … Daddy.
She was so busy laughing, she could not fight when Carter grabbed her arm and popped her butt three times. It wasn’t as effective as it could have been since she was already wearing her tutu.
She jumped when he released her a moment later. “What was that for?”
“I thought I heard your butt ask for a spanking,” he said with a chuckle as he around her to open the passenger door. After setting her weekend bag on the floor, Carter lifted her into the seat and buckled her in.
He brushed a kiss on her lips before backing out and closing the door. Tilly watched as he rounded the front of the truck, chuckling and shaking his head as he muttered something to himself.
It made her happy that she could get him to laugh so early in the morning, even as she grew sad that this would be their last morning together, at least for a while. Maybe someday they would be back together spending nights and mornings like this.
She could only hope.
The drive into town was made in silence, and Tilly had to focus on breathing and blinking to keep her tears at bay. This was why she’d never indulged in one-night stands or weekend trysts. It was too hard to say goodbye at the end. She’d watched Carri go through it several times before deciding those kind of relationships were not for her.
