Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Brookie, I’m going to come all over you if you keep touching me like that,” he warned.
“Mmm. Yes, please.”
Her hands twisted slightly around him as she pulled on his cock. Holy fuck! Where did she learn that move?
He leaned his shoulders against the tiled shower wall for stability. Staring down his torso, he watched her hands move on his shaft. Caden couldn’t decide what was more erotic—the sensations she created with her touch or the hot-as-hell visual he was devouring. As she threatened his control, he decided he didn’t care.
She tilted her head to peek up at him. Caden had a split second to realize she was up to something before one of her hands lifted from his shaft to cradle his balls. He hadn’t thought her caresses could get any better. Caden was wrong.
Brooklyn tugged gently at his sac, drawing a low moan from his lips. Three more drags of her hand over his cock and Caden was done. His cum splattered over her stomach, marking her in an animalistic way that registered deep inside him. She was his.
He pulled her to him and hugged Brooklyn close. She pressed kisses to his skin as she clung to him. “Little girl. You’re amazing. Thank you.”
“That was fun,” she whispered into his ear.
Caden closed his eyes, savoring her feather-light breath brushing him, like a physical caress to his highly sensitized skin.
“I’m glad you like to touch your daddy and make me feel good. I love to see you come.”
“We’re pretty perfect together, aren’t we?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“We are.”
Caden lifted her hand from his shoulder and checked out her fingertips. “Not to the prune-y stage yet. Let’s get cleaned up. Waffles are waiting.”
“I forgot!” she said, standing straighter.
“Let’s rinse off, and we can see how fluffy our breakfast can be!”
CHAPTER 10
Brooklyn danced with excitement as Caden poured batter into the waffle maker they found waiting for them on the front porch. Caden loved her animated expressions as she chattered about what the waffle would look like.
“I wonder where they found this? I’ve never seen one shaped like a ladybug, Daddy! I wonder what other patterns they have? Do you think they have a bunny?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, but we can search for one,” he told her.
“That would be so neat. I bet we could dye the batter and make the ladybug red. But how would we make the black spots?”
“Chocolate chips?”
She stared at him as if he’d cured cancer. “Yesssss! That would work! Do you have chocolate chips and red food coloring?”
He shook his head ruefully. “I’m sorry, little girl. I am woefully under-prepared to create colorful waffles.”
“That’s okay. We can see what kind of waffle iron we can find. Then we’ll get the stuff to jazz everything up.” She paused for a moment, and the enthusiasm disappeared from her face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made plans to spend money. I’ve got some. I can help pay.”
“That won’t happen. I have plenty of money to feed you and to buy a waffle iron. We won’t buy six waffle irons, so you’ll have to make sure you choose the best one.”
“I don’t like being a leech.”
“You couldn’t be a leech if you tried, little girl. How about if you let me worry about finances?”
“Do you promise you’ll tell me if I become too much of a burden?”
Caden’s heart skipped a beat. Her tone absolutely gutted him. He recognized then that her prior life contained more than an abusive ex who’d stalked her. The delicious scent of a waffle made him act quickly. He flipped the waffle off the griddle and onto a plate before addressing her request.
“Come to the table, Brookie. We’ll eat this waffle while it’s hot and talk.”
“Am I in trouble? I didn’t mean to offend you. Do you want me to leave?” she asked.
Hating the sight of the fat tears welling in her beautiful brown eyes, Caden wanted to nip this train of thought in the bud. “Come eat, little girl.”
She slid off the stool at the island and followed him silently to the table. Caden cut a pat of butter from the stick and stabbed it with a fork before handing it to Brooklyn. “Here, baby. Rub this over the waffle. You can show me how much butter you like.”
When she had taken the fork and pressed it to the golden creation, he calmly told her, “Good job, little girl. While you butter, I’m going to ask you some questions. Okay?”
“Sure,” she said, looking up at him in concern.
“You are not in trouble. I’m trying to think of a scenario where you would be or when I would ask you to leave. Maybe if you had an affair?”
“I’d never do that!” she exclaimed, forgetting her job and letting the butter melt on one section only.
Caden wrapped his hand around hers and guided the butter pat to another spot. “That’s what I think, too. But if you fall in love with someone else, I’d hope you’d talk to me. May I explain my definition of a daddy?”