Tugging the towel away, I bare her to me so I can pull the shirt over her head. It falls all the way down to her knees. It makes her look so young. So helpless. Like she’s a little girl, I scoop her into my arms.
My bed is huge.
But no one has ever been in it but me.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fuck from time to time to release tension, but I don’t form any bonds or connections with the opposite sex. The pain from losing my wife is still raw as fuck. No one’s been in this bed.
And yet I climb onto it, setting Hadley right in the middle. She seems so small. So lost. So fucking lonely. It makes me want to wrap myself around her and keep her safe. I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m projecting my daughter onto her, but for the life of me, I can’t bring it in me to care.
“Let’s get you warm.” My voice is low and gravelly.
She slides her long, slender legs under the covers and cuts her eyes my way. Gone is the taunting, sassy girl. This one is vulnerable and scared. I get beneath the blankets with her and tug them up over us.
I pull her against my chest, toying with her hair. Neither of us speaks. She tangles her leg between mine. Holding her feels natural. It did that first night at Animal’s. And last night too. Right now, it soothes my battered soul.
“Rest, baby girl.”
I wake to thrashing.
Crying and begging.
“Daddy.”
My heart races in my chest. I reach for her in the dark, brushing my fingers through her sweaty hair.
“Shh, I’m here.”
She seems to relax at my voice, the nightmares chased away. I stroke her hair from her face and run my thumb along her silky skin. Leaning down, I kiss her. Softly. On her cheek. Once on her lips. On her nose. She lets out a soft sigh.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “Sorry.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“You’re safe now.”
She sniffles. “Am I?”
“With me you are.”
Her fingers thread through my hair and I rest my forehead against hers. The touch is tender. Gentle. Soothing. Fuck, I’ve missed affection. She tilts her head and then her pillow lips are pressing to mine. A peck. Another peck. And then she parts her lips.
I stick my tongue inside.
I think I shock us both because she gasps.
The room spins the moment her tongue lashes with mine. Curious and explorative. I kiss her hard, desperate for the touch of someone who makes me feel alive again. In my mind, it’s Ellie. It could be Ellie. But then Hadley’s big brown eyes flash in my mind, chasing away my memories.
Young.
So young.
And yet I kiss her harder—with more desperation. Her fingers claw at my hair. She moans, waking my dick right the fuck up.
Stop.
I need to fucking stop.
But I part her thighs, rolling myself on top of her, and nestle my body between her legs. We both groan when I grind against her center. My mouth decimates hers, nipping and sucking and owning as I roll my hips, seeking pleasure from her body. Her heels dig into my ass as her fingers claw at my scalp.
She’s every bit as aroused as I am, soaking right through my sweatpants. It’s maddening. I fuck her with just my pants keeping us separate, taking every mewl and every scratch of her nails so I can commit them to memory.
For so long I’ve needed this.
A tether to this life.
I’d been drifting.
“Koyn,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“I can’t, PG.”
“Then let me feel you at least.”
With a groan of defeat, I shove my sweatpants down far enough to grab my dick. I slap her pussy with it and then rub along her smooth slit. We both shudder from the sensation. All it would take would be one thrust inside her. It would feel so fucking good.
But I know why I shouldn’t.
Sex will bind us and I’m not sure I want that.
Girls like her grow obsessed.
She thought she loved fucking Junior. What happens when she thinks the same about me?
That can’t fucking happen.
I slide against her clit and then grip my dick to tease her juices that are dripping from her body. We both moan when I nudge the head against her opening, but don’t penetrate her. I slide down, between the cheeks of her ass, and then back up to slide against her clit.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” she growls, using her heels against my ass to lift her hips, seeking out my dick.
“Because I’ll never get rid of you.” I nip at her bottom lip. “And I can’t have that.”
“I have nowhere to go.”
“For now, you’ll stay here and let me make you come.”
I intensify my efforts, bucking against her pussy, wishing like fuck I could just impale her with my dick. Instead, I rub and rub and rub until she cries out in pleasure, her entire body jolting. My nuts seize at the sound of her breathing and hot cum shoots out of my cock, jetting up onto my shirt she’s wearing. It makes me wish I’d torn off her shirt so I could rub my cum all over her skin, claiming her.
But fuck…
I don’t want to claim her.
Not like that.
I sit up on my haunches, thankful I can’t see her face in the dark. Absently, I reach out, seeking my cum, and find a glob of it. I smear it between the lips of her pussy, rubbing it against her throbbing clit. She whines and whimpers, but I use my cum to bring her to another orgasm. And because I can’t help myself, I slip my finger inside her, hating myself for not manning up and fucking her like she deserves.
With all the self-control I possess, I pull my finger out of her and give her pussy a pat.
“Go to your room, Hadley.”
She scoffs. “W-What? Why?”
“Because if you stay…I don’t know what’ll happen if you stay.”
“I’m not scared.”
“You should be.”
“Koyn…”
I climb off the bed and storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Walking over to the mirror, I take a long hard look at the man reflected in it.
Scarred.
Old.
Angry.
Villain.
My mouth is red from our kiss and my dick is flaccid, still dripping.
Go to your room, Hadley.
Fucking please.
A man only has so much self-control.
Her bedroom door slams shut.
I let out a long sigh and mutter, “Good girl.”
Hadley
He’s going to pretend like nothing happened.
Unbelievable.
“What did he do last night?” Stormy asks, dragging me into the pantry and away from my perch at the window where I was happily glaring at Koyn, who’s outside smoking.
I roll my eyes. “Nothing.”
She lets out a sigh that could be misconstrued as relief. But why? “Probably for the best.”
“Because I’m too young?” I taunt, my voice turning mean.
“Because he’s Koyn. He’d…I don’t know…chew you up and spit you out.”
Her words feel false to me. If anything, Koyn has a problem with being too much of a gentleman. Last night, he was pissed. Furious. He even spanked my ass again.
But then…
Then he was tender and gentle and affectionate.