Page 8 of Bounty Hunter's Obsession

HAYDEN

Ican’t help myself. The way Halo’s blonde hair glistens under the soft lights of my family home makes me feel like she’s supposed to be here. She’s been the missing piece in this space. I want her in every way imaginable, but I know we have to get her out of this warrant and raid shit with her old boss.

I’m pretty sure that’s who was following us. Besides, after the night she’s had, I’m sure she can use a good meal and a bath. My line about eating her for dessert left her speechless, blushing and grinning in a shy manner that makes me want to lap up her pussy until she screams in ecstasy.

“I’m not any good at that kind of thing,” she says after a beat.

“The only thing you have to be good at around me is letting me make you feel good, Halo. Eat up. I’m going to round up a few things for you to get comfortable. I’ll be on the top floor when you’re done. Just leave the dishes in the sink.”

I don’t wait for her to say anything else and leave the kitchen. Our family home is massive, where the first floor is more like community entertaining from an open living room and kitchen to an office space our dad used to work out of.

The second floor holds four bedrooms and three bathrooms, while the top floor has two master suites. The quietness of the house is tranquil. The heavy thuds of my footsteps echo around me as I turn on the lights and make my way into one of the master suites.

The water is hot and there are freshly washed linens ready. I told my brother, Hudson, to leave this place in good shape. It has the feel of a bed and breakfast but without the guests.

I’m not complaining, but he has to be sinking money into this place and there’s no money coming out of it. I make a mental note to talk business with him after I get Halo’s situation sorted out.

I listen out for her to see if she’s done eating or moving around, but I can’t hear anything. Instead of worrying about what she’s getting into, I decide to run her a bath. As the scalding hot water fills the tub, I look at the shower, knowing I need to clean up myself.

I can wait.

“Hayden,” she calls from outside the bathroom door. When I shut the water off and step outside of the bathroom, Halo’s standing there, fingers lacing together in front of her as her gaze shifts from me to everything around us.

“I washed my dishes and made a plate for you,” she says, blushing red and sweeping a lock of her gorgeous blonde hair behind her ear. “It’s, um, in the oven and I put the rest of the food away. I didn’t want to leave everything out.”

“Thank you, baby girl. I figured a nice soak would be nice. No bubbles or anything, but I can eat while you wash up. I have clothes in the next room. You’re welcome to whatever you like or whatever fits.”

“And dessert?” she asks quietly.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I step closer and lean toward her face. A light kiss to simply taste her before pulling away with a grin. “I’ll be ready for dessert in a moment. For now, enjoy your bath, baby girl.”

By the time I make my way into the kitchen, I see everything put away and I can’t help but glance at the ceiling. She’s in a clawfoot bathtub, dripping water and soap down that curvaceous frame. My cock twitches at the thought. Her being a virgin makes me want to slow down and claim her all at once.

I scarf down my food and clean up the kitchen before turning the lights out to head upstairs, where Halo’s humming to herself from the bathroom, the door slightly ajar.

I don’t want to intrude on her time, so I gather a few things and make my way into another bathroom so I can take a shower. I need to wash that douchebag’s grimy impound lot stench off me anyway. I want to be just as ready for dessert as she is.

I’m certain the hot water’s about to run cold when I finish up and head into the bedroom after wrapping a towel around my waist. Halo’s sitting on the bed, her feet crossing under her legs and hair pulled up into a sloppy bun.

She’s wearing one of my t-shirts, but the thin material does little to cover her hardening nipples. The longer I look at her, carving every bit of her body into my mind, the harder my cock gets with anticipation.

Patience isn’t one of my strong suits as she watches me make my way to the side of the bed and drop to my knees. A hook of my index finger beckons her to come to me. She turns to get on her hands and knees, crawling closer to the edge of the bed. I lick my lips and she lowers her head enough to kiss me, raking her fingers through my hair, grazing my scalp.

The moan that she pulls out of me from the kiss makes me grip my erection to stroke it, with the hope I can hold off from diving into her sweet walls until we’re both ready for that step. I don’t want to rush this.

I pull back from the kiss and tell her, “Sit here and put your legs over my shoulders.”

She complies, and the minute I see that peachy center, scents of my soap coming off her body, I slowly kiss the inside of her thighs before using both hands to grab her by the hips, kneading and massaging her thick legs with every kiss closer to her center.

Once I’m staring her pussy in the face, she leans away, but her body goes rigid.

“I can stop, baby girl. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to, Daddy. I just don’t know what to expect.”

“What did you just call me?” I ask her, something primitive inside of me reacts immediately to the moniker off her lips.

“Daddy? Shit, I’m sorry, Hayden. I thought, well, one of the girls at the club told me that’s what you call guys in the moment. Is that wrong?”

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