Page 99 of Coiled Tight
He’d already asked me that, hadn’t he?
Well, props to me because he didn’t need to do it again. Mostly because he started to stretch me open with the head of his cock, and I had no idea how some people could have so much self-control to go that slow, but I was more than willing to worship every inch of him for it. Every inch I could reach, at least.
Logistics were the absolute worst.
“You’re so good, darlin’.” Daddy grunted the words with each thrust.
Panting wasn’t the most articulate response, but it was what I could do. That, and ghosting his skin with my lips until he had my entire body stirring up with the kind of release that didn’t leave my body once the cum was out of it, and I was pulled into more of a trance state.
“Such a good fucking boy.”
I was pretty sure he said more words while he sped up his thrusts, chasing his own orgasm, but I didn’t hear them over the waves pulling me under, the absolute knowledge that I was safe here, that Daddy would be here to hold me close through every shiver that racked down my spine and threatened to overwhelm me with its power.
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“Da, please, stop.”
I was almost forty years old. Why did I have to be begging my father for basic decency? It wasn’t even decency. I just needed him to stop giving Cam the fucking third degree. He’d been the one who had pushed for this, hadn’t he?
Now, he’d shown up with the excuse to check on the heater—which had admittedly started malfunctioning this morning, and he was better with maintenance than I was—and he hadn’t let Cam out of his sights.
It was taking everything in me not to grab him and shield him, but I wasn’t that much of a caveman, and the last thing Cam needed was someone to confirm his inside voice’s fears that he couldn’t handle social shit on his own.
Hell, he was better at it than I was.
Last night with the workers confirmed it. They all now stood firmly on Team Cam. Fuck the man they’d known for decades. The new vet had them wrapped around his little finger, even though all he’d done was show up and complain about how much it had taken him to talk me into it.
I couldn’t deny it when all eyes were pinned on me, and they knew it, too.
“It’s fine,” Cam said before an oomph came out of him. Of course, now that we’d officially moved the three dogs into the house, he was followed by an entourage the entire time he was within reach. An entourage that was still struggling with depth perception, so he ended up being tripped over and tackled more times than I could count. Some bruises, I couldn’t guarantee if they’d been flogger or pup-made. “I like your dad.”
He was even more touch-starved than I thought if he genuinely meant that. I let them be, though. I could tell when I wasn’t wanted somewhere, and it was good for Cam to have breathing room and more people to turn to.
The conversation he’d replayed a couple of weeks ago, when his old friend was concerned he didn’t have a support network, kept nagging at me.
What the fuck was I supposed to do, though? I’d pointed out there was a kink community here—well, not here, but at a decent distance that could be easily driven on his days off—but he’d been so personally offended at the idea, I didn’t bring it up again. Now that the guys at the hands’ house were letting go of their reticence toward him, it was better, maybe, but it didn’t feel like enough.
This was still my house. My family. My workers.
“Hey, gorgeous girl.”
I couldn’t even pretend to be surprised that I’d ended up at the edge of the horses’ habitat, or that I had Swiftheart huffing and pressing her snout against the side of my head because she must’ve heard me before I grew aware of my surroundings.
“Sorry, I don’t have anything for you right now.”
I didn’t think she quite understood, but I also knew she was seconds away from sniffing for the utility belt I didn’t have on in search of the treats I usually had for her and the rest of the horses.
Despite the lack of food, she stayed by the fence, letting me pet the length of her neck.
Where did Cam find the comfort I found with the horses? He liked his job, and the foxes he’d taken a liking to, and Mercury, but was it enough?
“Every animal in a ten-mile radius can hear you thinking.”
Fucking hell.
As if reading my mind, Swiftheart neighed and kicked the ground beneath her. Then again, it was probably just the fact that, like most animals in the world, she didn’t love the vet. Sofía didn’t need to know that I made myself feel better by relishing in the notion that it was her specifically that the mare didn’t like.
