Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
But sure enough, he’s staring back at me, those strong blue eyes holding my gaze with such confidence that there’s no doubt whatsoever.
I’m entranced. What am I even supposed to say right now? Does he mean what I think he means?
“Dax, I don’t know what to say,” I admit, feeling slightly foolish.
“Just say yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, relieved and smitten at the same time. He leans in and kisses me gently on the forehead, filling me with bubbly bliss.
“Good. Now come on, let’s wash up and eat breakfast. I have something I want to show you today.”
I wobble slightly as I stand, but Dax takes me by the arm and stabilizes me until I’ve caught my balance. He smirks as he leads me to the shower with him. “A bit more intense than when you do it to yourself, isn’t it?”
“You can say that again,” I giggle.
Dax and I take turns washing each other under the warm water. I know he was just inside me, but this has to be one of the most intimate things I’ve ever done. I get to run my eyes over every inch of his body and allow him to see every inch of mine. Neither of us is able to hide anything from the other, and it’s just so liberating.
After, we dry off and go to the kitchen, where we make breakfast together. Again, I make the eggs and bacon and Dax makes the toast and sets the table with everything we’ll need. “One of these days I’m going to make you my world-famous waffles,” he smirks as I bring the plates over.
“World famous?” I ask.
“They know about them all the way to Japan,” he chuckles.
“Well, one day you’ll have to take me there so we can confirm that.”
“Baby,” he says, leaning in for a kiss, “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
I melt inside. Dax can go from filthy and sexy to absolutely charming in the blink of an eye. How did I get so lucky? Is it possible my dad actually set this up for me? Like…he knew Dax was the perfect guy for me so he sent him here to look after me just as an excuse to get us together?
No, that’s not possible. I heard him talking to Dax outside when he didn’t know I was listening. He definitely told him to stay away from me, and he would definitely kill Dax, or both of us, if he knew what we were up to right now. It’s going to take some serious explaining when he gets out of jail to keep him from going ballistic.
Dax grins at me, and I feel it again, that deep, sparkling feeling down in my stomach. Excitement, lust, but something much more too. It’s invigorating and reminds me of what we did this morning – of what we did last night. But beyond that, even just sitting here eating breakfast with him, preparing our meal together, things that aren’t even sexual in nature, those things too give me such a sense of belonging when I’m with Dax that simply being around him is like being wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket of golden warmth.
Gosh, I don’t even know what to do with myself!
“You all right there, sweet thing?” Dax’s voice causes me to jump, and I realize I’ve been completely daydreaming, staring off in a stupor like a goofball, slipping into my old awkward self again.
“Sorry!” I blurt out. “I was just…thinking.”
Dax grins, nods at my plate, now covered in only a few pieces of crust. “All finished?”
“Yes.” I smile.
“Good. Because now I have something to show you.” He stands and takes my hand like a prince. “Come on, angel. Let’s go for a ride.”
8
Dax
Christ, it’s even better than I thought it would be. With Becca by my side, I feel invincible. Every aspiration I have had, I know I will achieve. I have to now; I have no choice. Before, I was only looking to further my own position in the world, but now I must rise up the ranks to provide for her. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to fail at that.
I feel stronger, clearer, like my heart is beating with a renewed vigor. Every obstacle in my path feels insignificant now, and it’s all because of her. How can one eighteen-year-old girl have such an effect on me? Can it be that I’m…
Jesus, I’m so full of courage but the thought of that scares me.
Not because I’m afraid, but because the thought of telling Jerry that I’ve fallen in love with his one and only daughter has consequences that I know will spell disaster for our friendship.
He trusted me to look after her, and I took that trust and squashed it, shattered it, set it on fire and stomped all over its ashes. I doubt he’ll even try to understand, let alone forgive me. But I’m in over my head now. There’s no going back. When I glance over at Becca, her eyes staring at me with such care and innocence, I know there’s no way I can give her up. Not for anybody.