Page 9 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

But it wasn’t anything permanent, nor exclusive. I knew that Cindy was meeting up with other dads when they pulled into Milwaukee, and I wasn’t bothered by it. It’s just how the system works. Anyways, I stopped seeing Cindy about two years ago because she fell in love with a man her own age, and got married. Word on the street is that Cindy is expecting her first child, and I’m happy for her. Our relationship was never anything permanent. It was my job to teach her about the world of men, and I rest easy knowing that Cindy enjoyed herself; learned about her body; and is now well on her way to becoming a mother.

But my daughter’s situation with Tyler was different because they hit it off and everything else receded into the background. Layla was going to go to college, but she decided to stay here, in our little town to be available whenever Tyler came home. She even moved into her own apartment so that Tyler could come over and be as loud as he wanted. I’m under no illusion what they’re doing. Tyler is a hardened alpha male, and he was giving it to my daughter every which way until Sunday.

But Layla’s a grown woman. She’s twenty-two now, and she and Tyler have been dating for a few years. My daughter is happy, and that’s all I ask. Plus, I’ve seen how Tyler looks at my daughter. He treats Layla right, which is the most important factor.

But as recompense, I asked Tyler for his daughter in return for Layla. He squinted at me, surprised by my request.

“You know that’s not how Dads and Daughters works,” he said in a calm voice.

I shrugged.

“Yeah, but my Layla hasn’t been with any other men because of you. She’s whipped and she only wants the taste of your dick now.”

A harsh flush descended on Tyler’s cheeks.

“And that’s my fault?”

I shrugged.

“No, but I’m just saying. Dads and Daughters provides a cornucopia for both the men and the women in the group. You learn more by doing more, and Layla’s not getting out there because of you. She could have been with a dozen truckers by now, but because of you, she wants to keep things simple. For you.”

Tyler nods, even though his face still looks flushed.

“That’s true, but I didn’t make that choice for her.”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“You didn’t, but that baton between your legs is what keeps her coming back for more. I know my daughter, Ty, and she’s whipped, and you’re the cause. I want my daughter to get out there and experience the world, but she’s not getting that despite being part of the program. So I’m offering a compromise instead.”

Tyler shoots me a wary look, his blue eyes suspicious.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

I stick my hands in my pocket, shrugging casually.

“I want Sienna,” are my simple words. “One daughter for another.”

Tyler immediately shakes his head.

“No way. You know that’s not how the club works. Sienna’s not even eighteen yet, you sick fuck.”

I hold up one hand to placate him.

“No, I mean when she turns eighteen. I want to be her initiator. Her first.”

Tyler shakes his head again vehemently.

“That’s not for me to say.”

I nod.

“Right, because usually the girl chooses, or the club chooses for her. But in this case, I want to be her first, Tyler. Set it up for me, will you? When the time comes, I want Sienna to sample me before any other man. It’s a fair trade after all: Layla for Sienna. And I won’t keep Sienna, the way you’ve been keeping Layla.”

Tyler goes hot then.

“I’m not seeing any other women while I’m on the road, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

I hold up another large hand.

“I didn’t say you were, buddy. I’m just saying that we should work out a trade of sorts: you’ve taken my daughter, and now I want your delectable daughter in exchange. And she is delectable, Tyler. Sienna’s everything a man could want, and you should be proud.”

Tyler stares straight forward, his jaw tense. He’s conflicted, and for a moment, I think he’s going to turn me down. But then, he swings around and looks me in the eye.

“Fine,” he says in a short voice. “I’ll do it. Layla for Sienna. But if you even hurt one hair on her head –”

I snort.

“Please, my man. This is Dads and Daughters. We’re the opposite of that. Our motto is to treat our women like queens when the time comes, and to take care of them and make sure they’re shown the delights of what can be. Why would I hurt Sienna? You underestimate me, my friend.”

Tyler flushed and nodded shortly, before striding off. Meanwhile, I smiled because I’d gotten what I wanted: first dibs on a sweet, succulent teen once the time for her initiation came.

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