Page 5 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“My brothers and I have been trying to get it shut down or at least taken over by people that won’t let whatever the hell they want happen in it. It’s more of a sex club than a night club and seeing you get out of that cab to go into it…I wasn’t going to let that happen, little bird. Even if you like to play around, it’s not happening there,” I add and the color that hits her cheeks makes every part of me hard.

“I don’t go to places likethat!” she squeaks outs. “I don’t even go to clubs because I’m not old enough to drink.”

“How old are you, little bird?” I ask as relief floods me. I’m not against kinky or some hardcore sex, but clubs aren’t my thing. If my little bird absolutely needed it then fine, I’d go to keep her safe, but I’d much prefer to keep her all to myself.

“Nineteen,” she says her eyes growing worried and I can’t help myself. I slip my fingers along her cheek, tilting her head back a hint further and claim her glistening lips with mine.

They part under me instantly and I delve in, getting harder than before at her shy, hesitant return. I can taste her innocence in that single kiss, and it turns me ravenous. To think of being the only person to know this girl entirely is enough to kill me, let alone to know within one kiss that’s it’s absolutely true.

I pull back with a groan, giving her a soft kiss when she whimpers, before resting my forehead against hers, listening to her little gasps of breath. She’s mine entirely now even if she doesn’t know it.

“Tell me you’ll never go to that place again, little bird,” I demand, anger slipping into my veins just thinking of her thinking about it.

“I was supposed to be meeting my father’s boss there,” she says and a growl flies from me as I pull back, my jaw hard as I stare down at her.

“Why the fuck are you meeting your father’s boss anywhere?”

“I…I lost some paperwork last week they needed. My father left it at home, and he asked me to bring it to him, but I lost it somewhere. That’s why I kept running into you,” she says a little color flooding her cheeks again, calming my fury. “I couldn’t remember everything I did that day, so I kept trying to think of where I went and what I did, but I never found the papers. I was supposed to meet my father’s boss there tonight with the other person to explain and get him to resign the contract.”

“I don’t buy it,” I say, putting a finger on her lips when her eyes harden in defense. “I believeyou, little bird, I just don’t buy what they wanted from you there tonight. You may not believe me, but I promise, I’m telling you the truth. That place is not somewhere that you’d arrange a business dinner. Look up the club and you’ll see what I mean.”

“I did look it up, to figure out what to wear tonight,” she counters, and I run my eyes over her gorgeous body again. I can’t wait to unwrap her and feast on her, but first, I need her to know I wouldn’t lie to her, and that her father’s boss is a complete and utter bastard that she needs to stay away from.

“You looked at the club’s website. You need to look at reviews of the place that aren’t listed there because they run it to only show the good side of things. The rest of the shit they do and allow to happen there isn’t so glamorous. Take a look,” I add pulling back from her, before handing over the small bag she was carrying with her.

She hesitates for a moment, but finally opens it, taking out her cell phone and pulls up the web browser as I sit back on the sofa. Her color fades as she reads, and I catch her phone before it drops to the floor as it goes off in her hand. The beginning of the message simply shows ‘Where are you’ with the name Brent, and I hand it back to her, letting her open it herself.

“Who’s Brent?” I ask when her face tightens further after she reads it.

“My father’s boss,” she confirms before putting the phone aside, letting me see the entire message.

Where are you? You better be here in ten minutes and dressed to please, or you’ll regret it Carly.

“Are you okay?” I ask, leaning forward to lift her chin to see her beautiful face again.

“I just don’t understand…what did he think…I’d never…”

“You don’t like him to begin with, do you, Carly?” I state, making her eyes widen a hint as a bit of color hits her cheeks. “That’s your name I take it?”

“Yeah, Carly Dennings,” she says, and I think Carly Cartwright sounds a whole fucking lot better, but I keep it to myself for now. “Is your name really Johnnie? Or is that just what everyone calls you, you know, like a nickname?”

“No, it’s really Johnnie, little bird. I’m the oldest boy in my family with three older sisters and my mom liked the ‘-ie’ ending of their names, so when I was born, she wanted me to follow it as well. She dropped it with my younger brother Jude, but I don’t mind.”

“You have four siblings?” she asks, her eyes widening in surprise, and I let out a little chuckle unable to help it. “What?”

“I have twelve brothers and sisters, beautiful. Six brothers and six sisters. You’re an only child though, aren’t you?” I add at the look of disbelief on her face.

“I am, my mom died when I was little, so it’s just been me and my father. I can’t imagine having that many people in one condo,” she says, and I lean forward unable to resist, brushing my lips against hers, enjoying the way they cling to mine when I pull back.

“We had a large house. Dad built it before he ever met my mom, not thinking he’d actually have a large family but wanting one. Then he met my mom, and she told him she wanted a dozen kids, and whatever my mom wants, my dad does whatever he can to give her. So, there’s thirteen of us from thirty-seven to thirteen. All of my older sisters are married with at least one kid, and my younger brother Jesse got married last year and he has a little boy now, he’ll be one in March. The house is full when Christmas comes around for sure,” I tell her, watching her eyes light up, the tension in her fading and that’s what I want, her relaxed and happy, hungry for me. For our future together.

“Not you though?” she asks a bit hesitantly and I shake my head no, loving the smile that slips onto her lips.

“No, not me. Never married. I’ve been single for the last three years, just waiting for you, little bird. You’re going to let me have you, aren’t you, Carly?” I add, my knuckles sliding down her cheek, along her neck, and into the v opening of her top. My fingers pause as they flatten out, the tips sliding under the cup of her bra, waiting for her answer.

“Yes,” she hums, and I don’t hesitate another moment. My lips slam down onto hers as I slide my hand entirely into her bra, teasing her hard nipple I know is rosy, before cupping her entire tit with as much of my hand as I can. It overflows it and I can’t wait to have it and her under my mouth.

Chapter 3

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