Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“She didn’t!”
Lincoln nodded as he replaced the cap on the bottle. “She most certainly did.”
A new thought jumped into my head. “Hey, you’re not going to go around telling people I drew you a picture of my red bare butt from some spanking you gave me are you?”
“That depends on you,” he said, recapping the bottle. “Our story is between us and will stay strictly between us unless you pull some stunt in others’ presence that requires immediate action on my part to keep you safe. If that happens, you can bet I won’t need a drawing as your ass will be front and center for them to see for themselves exactly how rosy it can become.”
For some reason that didn’t have me leaping off the counter and running from the room. Just the thought of Lincoln’s hand on me was enough to give me the shimmies but the thought of him being all gruff and bossy while pulling down my jeans to spank me regardless of who else might be around was enough to have me wanting to see if he would walk the walk or, if like Roland, he was all talk.
Count me out of this, I for one like to sit comfortably.
“Wuss.” I watched Linc’s eyes go darker and realized I’d said that aloud. “Not you,” I added quickly, “Miss Smarty-Pants.” When his brow began to move toward his hairline, I shook my head. “Me, well, not me, me, but the inner me…” His chuckle told me he got it. I waved my hand in the air. “Anyway, back on topic, I simply meant I need to ask Kate for some track tips. She can still run like the wind.”
Lincoln looked a bit skeptical but finally grinned. “I think Luther gets most of his steps in running after her. But since I’ve already got you corralled, how about we get naked and see who can create the highest bubble hairstyle.”
Oh my sweet lord. Are you aware you’ve somehow been gifted the most perfect cowboy to walk this earth?
Believe me, I’m very much aware, I told my inner-self while telling my new Daddy, “I’m so gonna win,” as I flapped my uninjured foot until the hospital slipper fell off. It just took one slight bend of my injured foot to remind me I wasn’t going to be running anytime soon. Glancing over at the tub, I remembered how worried I felt about getting naked in front of him but didn’t have time to be all shy now.
“Speed up the stripping, bubbles are a-poppin’!”
“And I’m the bossy one?” Lincoln said, his eyebrow arching and his lips twitching.
How lucky could I get. Turns out he was absolutely the perfect Daddy too.
Chapter Fifteen
Lincoln
I couldn’t decide which I’d liked best. The vision of a very grown-up Livvy in her birthday suit as I helped her into the tub or the sight of her Little side emerging more and more as she scooped yet another handful of bubbles to add to the pile on the top of my head.
“Daddy, be still! You’re starting to topple!”
“Like London Bridge?” I teased only to be rewarded with the view of her nose crinkling as she cocked her head, first one way and then the other before straightening to shake her head.
“Nope, more like the tower in Pisa.”
I chuckled. Yep, why even try to pick one when this woman had so many facets to her that I’d probably still be discovering new ones when I grew old and gray. But when she went up on her knees in order to mold the bubbles of the extremely tall hairdo on top of my head, the vision of bubbles slipping over the mounds of her breasts had me forgetting all about the contest. And when a droplet of water clung to the very tip of her nipple, I completely forgot her command to remain still.
“Daddy!”
I ignored the cry of outrage as I bent forward and not only trapped that water drop but captured her entire nipple in between my lips.
“Ohhhhh, Daddy…”
I wasn’t the only one who believed that tone was far better than the first. My cock stiffened instantly as I slid an arm around her and pulled her closer in order to treat her other nipple to the same kiss. As I sucked the turgid tip into my mouth, she moaned and her fingers slid into my hair to clutch wet strands.
“Just so you know, I won by default.”
Her statement was accompanied by a moan as she arched her back when I added a nip to the game before soothing over it with my tongue. She could declare whatever she desired. I knew the truth.
I was the real winner here.
When one of her hands disappeared beneath the bubbles and wrapped around my cock, I swore.
Which I immediately regretted as her hand flew up so fast water splashed into our faces. “I’m sorry!”