Page 3 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

At least until I’m in the cab and the reminder of my dream man’s eyes, his words when he saw my boob replays through my mind. It leaves me entirely nervous as a valet opens the backdoor of the cab and I pay the fare, wishing I could tell him to take me back home immediately.

I smooth out my skirt as I stare at the door, my stomach twisting and turning, my feet not moving from my spot. I shake my head, my eyes closed, trying to work up the nerve to go in there, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place until someone grabs me, lifting me off my feet, and a rush of air escapes me.

“Hey!” I shout holding tighter to my purse as my eyes fly open, shock hitting when the face of my dream man is staring down at me, his eyes hard, his jaw tight.

“In,” he grunts making my brows furl and before I know it, my ass hits a seat, a seatbelt snaps into place around me and the door shuts in my face.

I start reaching for the door handle, but I can’t find it in this beast of a car. My fingers roam every inch of the door until the driver’s side opens and the huge giant slips into the seat. He doesn’t say a word before he takes off and I bite my tongue until I can’t stop myself any longer.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand. “Who are you?”

“Getting you the hell away from places you don’t belong, little bird,” he says, sending me both deaf and dumb for ten minutes until we slow down in front of one of the nicest buildings in town and he pulls into a garage.

I try to speak as he pushes me into an elevator, but I can’t wrap my head around what’s actually happening right now, and I bite my tongue until we move into what has to be the penthouse. The view from it shows off all of town and I look back at the giant that’s haunted my dreams for days and ask once more, “Who are you?”

Chapter 2

Johnnie

Shit, I can’t believe she’s here. In my home or that I practically kidnapped her to get her here.

Then again, seeing her about to go into that fucking place, I knew I couldn’t stop myself any longer. No way was the little bird that’d flown away from me every time I saw her the last week going into that shithole. If she wants someone to use her body, I sure as fuck will, but she’s not going there ever again. Especially not dressed like some fucking gorgeous pinup girl.

The first two times I saw her, I didn’t think that much about it other than the fact that I wanted her more than was sane. The third time, when she was being hassled by some punks, putting a frightened look on her face, I knew I was fucking done. Despite telling myself that I wasn’t looking for a woman right now, I couldn’t let this little bird be frightened ever again.

I would have brought her here if she’d given me even one hint that she wanted me that night, but when I looked into her eyes, all I saw was a need to get away. So, I put her in a cab and sent her home. Then berated myself for the next two days until I was leaving the bank after a quick meeting with our account manager, to set up some instant transfers rather than having to manually do them all the damn time. Before I took five steps towards my car, I knew I needed to go the other way. Don’t know how, but deep down, I knew I needed to.

So, I headed away from my car and within minutes, saw my little bird coming out of a store across the street. I hurried over to reach her, get her name, convince her to go out with me, and managed to catch her before she could fall when her bag ripped.

Seeing the lingerie tumble out of it made me hard as a rock, especially when I caught sight of the size of her bra. I knew my girl had an incredible rack, but shit…seeing just how busty she really was told me exactly what was hiding under her baggy clothes. I was momentarily stunned, just long enough for her to get away from me once more without her name.

I’ve been in a dark mood since then, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to find her, but I should have known it wouldn’t be that hard. Shit, I don’t know if it was fate or just luck bringing her to me so often, but I knew she kept being put in front of me for a reason.

After stroking myself off to the image of her for the dozenth time since first seeing her, I knew she was someone I needed to get to know, but I’d still figured it was just physically until seeing her afraid woke something deep inside me.

Unlike my younger brother, Jesse, I wasn’t a saint, but I also wasn’t quite as bad as my brother Jude was with women. Not that he’s a man-slut or anything, he just didn’t see the point of not enjoying the physical pleasure until meeting “the one” as Jesse had. I know getting hit on by older women as he grew up wasn’t something he enjoyed. Hell, Jude and I both dealt with it too since we were all taller when we were fifteen to sixteen than the others our age. But we didn’t have it quite as bad as Jesse, so I suppose on some level I can get why he was done with women before he’d even had a girlfriend.

I haven’t been interested in anyone in over three years. Not until I saw her and then I was telling myself to not be a fucking perv because she’s way too young for me, but after the second time I saw her, I knew she was at least a bit older than I assumed the first time.

After that third time, I knew she was mine, and now, I’m fucking done.

Last night was the worst night of my life. The image of her rosy fucking hard nipple taunted me all night. Shit, it’s taunted me all day. I knew the next time I saw her, I wasn’t going to let her run away from me again, so finding her tonight, heading towardsthatfucking club, I was done.

So-what if she’s ten or eleven years younger than I am. My mom’s a lot younger than my dad and they’re happy as shit together still. They’re a bit nauseating actually, but they’re a good example that not all relationships are screwed up.

Okay, maybe their relationship is a bit…different, what with Dad calling her his baby girl and her calling him daddy all the time, but at least they love each other. It’s easy to see it, especially with the way Dad’s always taken care of her, does little things for her, to make her smile or just make her life easier.

If I didn’t see the same thing with my older sister Jackie’s husband, I’d have been a shit ton worse with the guy when we learnt he and Jackie were dating than we were. Then again, I think Jesse rode him hard enough at the beginning. Even Dad wasn’t so hard on him. That may be because he just learnt he and Mom were having another baby at the time though.

It was a bit strange to know that my sister had a baby less than a year after our youngest sister was born. Jillian’s now thirteen whereas I just turned thirty and my oldest sister Julie is thirty-seven. Our parents have been together for thirty-five years now. Julie brought them together when she was a baby and they’ve been together ever since, more in love as the years go by unlike other couples I’ve seen.

Dad’s seventy-three, nineteen years older than Mom is, but he’s still going strong. That’s likely thanks to working construction like we did growing up. All of us boys were on a crew at one point or another once we were fifteen, even if it were just for a single summer. Our dad had us out there learning the basics of what made our family fortunate to have the choice of what we wanted to do with our lives and know what it meant to work—be responsible, not rely solely on the trust funds we all know we have.

None of us older boys liked that part of the work best though, unlike Julie. She loves the actual building aspects and that’s why she’s CEO of Construction Projects, while Jesse has taken over as CEO of Business Operations even though he’s only twenty-seven now. He’s the only one of us that actually wanted to take on that responsibility, so we didn’t argue it.

I personally have always loved money and gladly took on the financial aspects of the company and am now CFO. Hence my meeting at the bank the other day.

Jude’s a year younger than I am, he’ll be twenty-nine in December, and he’s COO of the company, so we all still work together.

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