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Your Daddy Likes It(3)
Author: Alexa Riley

“Really, thank you for saving me. I hope I didn’t get Kyle into too much trouble.”

What the fuck did Kyle do to this innocent little flower?

“Let’s go.” My words are clipped because I’m so damn pissed at him, and maybe even at her touch. I’m old enough to be her daddy, and I have no business thinking about what any part of her body tastes like.

I hold the front door open for her, and after she steps through, she walks across the driveway to my car to open the door. Before she can grab the handle, I move her hand out of the way.

“That’s my job.” My mouth keeps on spitting out shit before the words are formed in my mind.

I wait for her to get inside, and after she does, I grab the seat belt and lean across her. She looks at me in surprise as I hover over her in the passenger seat and she watches me click the buckle.

“Thank you.” Her smile is so damn cute I have to look away from it.

Without another word, I close the passenger door and walk to the rear of the car. I stand there for a full ten seconds as I try to get myself under control. I’d be willing to bet everything I own that the girl in my car is as innocent as freshly fallen snow, and I’m hard as fuck after a few touches.

I adjust myself to hide exactly how hard I am and then slide into the driver's seat. “Why don’t you give me your number so when you get a new phone you can text me and let me know you’re okay.”

What am I doing? What the fuck am I saying? Is my dick the one in charge of my mouth tonight? I’ve just created a slip n’ slide that goes straight to hell.

“Sure. Hand me yours, and I’ll type it in.”

I pull out of the driveway, and after a second, she hands me my phone. I see the name Nadia Hall with little pink hearts on either side of it. Fuck, that shouldn’t make me harder, but it does.

It’s like Satan has crawled into my skin and is leading this parade of sin.

She doesn’t live too far from me, and when we pull up to an elaborate gate, she tells me the code to enter. I definitely don’t memorize it as I key it in and then wait for the iron gates to part.

“This is me.” She smiles as I pull up to the doors, and she tries to get out.

“Wait,” I tell her, and she freezes at the command. The way she obeys should make me want to stab myself in the heart, but all it does is make me want to give her more orders. “Sit your ass right there. You don’t ever open your own doors with me, got it?” I say this like I’m planning on opening more than this one last door for her.

“Yes, sir.”

My eyes widen at her response, and I hurry out of the car before I do something stupid. Breathing deeply, I go around the car and open it for her and then help her step outside. We walk to the front door, but before she enters, she turns around and unzips my jacket. Those pretty tits that were hidden are now on display again, and I wish I could run my tongue between them.

“Hang on to it.” I touch her hand to stop her from taking it off, and I feel that little flash of heat. This time I know it’s not because of the rugs or anything else. It’s just the way she feels on my skin.

“Goodnight, Mr. Insley,” she says, and for the first time tonight, I see her full-on smile.

It feels like a punch in the gut, and I have to take a step back. “Call me Walsh,” I say because I want to hear my name on her lips.

“Walsh,” she repeats and then waves goodbye as she walks into her house.

My feet are in motion while my brain is still processing what the fuck just happened. There’s not much I know about what happened tonight, but I know one thing for sure. I’m going to fuck my own hand while thinking about those pretty lips saying my name and sucking me off. Even if that makes me the old piece of shit she probably thinks I am.



Chapter Three






“Nadia?” my sister calls as she knocks on my door. My eyes flicker open, and I wonder what time it is. “Are you up yet?”

“Ahh!” I pull the covers over my head when she turns on the light because my eyes aren’t ready for it.

I tossed and turned most of the night, but I must have finally crashed at some point. There’s no way I’ve been asleep for long because I feel exhausted.

“What are you doing?” She laughs and yanks the blanket down. “You’re going to be late. I made breakfast.”

She is way too chipper this morning, and why didn’t my alarm go off? Oh yeah, it’s because my phone is busted.

“Cereal?” I love my sister, but she’s a terrible cook. When we lived in Vegas, I did the cooking. Graham does the overseeing of the house, and more often than not there are meals prepared so that we only have to heat them up.

“Hey, I've been practicing,” she huffs.

“You’re really taking this housewife stuff seriously.”

It’s actually adorable seeing her this way. For once, someone is taking care of her, and she deserves it. She’s so smitten with Luke. I think he makes her long for things she never let herself want because she didn’t think it was possible. The whole white picket fence was not in the cards because she had me to take care of. College wasn’t an option for her, and I hate that I held her back.

“I need practice.”

“Practice?” I echo, and then I watch her bite her lip. It’s what she does when she wants to say something but is afraid to. “Out with it,” I say around a yawn.

“I’m pregnant!” she blurts out, and I jump up from the bed and give her a hug.


No wonder she’s so damn chipper this morning. I didn’t know they were trying. I mean, I know they are always all over each other, but I never heard them talk about kids. Clearly Kat is happy about it, and I have no doubt Luke is too. Anything that puts a smile on Kat’s face makes him happy as well.

There was a time when I didn’t think men like Luke existed, and I’m surprised when an image of Walsh flashes through my mind.

“Hey.” Luke pops his head into my bedroom.

“Congrats,” I say to him.

“Thanks.” He’s smiling as he comes in holding a box. “Sorry to interrupt, but this package was at the door with your name on it.”

“Thanks,” I say as I take it from his hand. “What time is it?”

“Seven,” both Kat and Luke answer at the same time.

“Let me get dressed, and I’ll come eat your breakfast,” I say around another yawn.

“Did you not sleep well?” Kat asks. “Was the date that bad?”

Thankfully, when I got home last night, she and Luke were still out to dinner. Otherwise I’m sure Kat would have been all over me about who dropped me off because it was a different car than the one that picked me up. When I heard them get home, I pretended to be asleep so Kat couldn’t pepper me with questions. I didn’t want to burst into tears again and make her worry.

“It was fine.” That’s the only way I can describe it. First it was an utter disaster, but then there was Walsh. My stomach flutters even thinking about him.

“It must have been better than fine with the way you’re smirking.”

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