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BARRON
Kids asleep?
Check.
Drunk girl ready for me?
Hmm. Check? I’m not sure how drunk she is. Enough that she stumbled coming into the house and can’t stop giggling.
She’s standing in front of me, waiting for me to react. Do something. Anything. Leaning in closer, I dip my head until we’re so close I can feel her breath on my lips. “Hey.” My palms are sweaty, my stomach is doing all kinds of weird things, and I think this is what it feels like to be nervous. It’s awful.
Kacy’s lips curve up, amused. “Thank you for tonight,” she says quietly. “I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun.”
I lose myself in those clear blue eyes, stepping closer to her. “Anytime, ma’am.”
Grabbing hold of my shirt with her hands, she yanks me forward. “You have to stop calling me that.”
I don’t wait for her to say anything else. The physical draw to taste her is too much. I close the distance between our lips and kiss her. It’s slow at first, exploring, hesitant on my part. It’s been a long time since I kissed someone like this. With my hand on the small of her back, I pull her closer, needing us to be touching in every possible way. But I can’t get close enough, taste her deep enough.
I back her against the fridge, needing something to push against. There’s certainly no complaints on her part. She arches her back, easing up on her tippy-toes to wrap her arms around my neck. Dragging my tongue across her lips, I wait to see what she’s going to do. It’s not messy or even eager. It’s… slow. Pliant. And feels electric.
She gasps, and I slide my tongue inside her hot and needy mouth because it feels too good not to. To be fair, I gasp too. I can practically feel her nipples pressing through the fabric against my chest. It’s then I wonder if she has nipple piercings. She might. It’s awfully hard. And now I want to explore that. What if she has more piercings?
Just as I’m about to feel her up and find out for myself, I hear footsteps and “Daddy? I need water.”
“Yes.” I break the kiss fast and step back, gasping, only to see Camdyn at my feet.
She holds up her water bottle, her princess eye mask covering one eye but not the other. “Please?”
I fight off a smile at how cute she looks in her Elsa nightgown and my anger that she interrupted me with Kacy. As I’m filling water and Camdyn is staring up at Kacy curiously, I sneak a glance Kacy’s way. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed… I look good on her. She waves to Camdyn awkwardly. “Hi.”
Camdyn cocks her head to the side. “Hi.”
Over my shoulder, I glare at my child. I need water. You know what that’s code for? Do the math. It’s their way of cock blocking you. Also, again, wear a condom. We’ve been over this before. “Here.” I force the water bottle into Camdyn’s hand. “Go to bed.”
She scrunches her nose like a bunny. “Tuck me in,” she demands, as if it was rude of me to not offer.
I lift my eyes to Kacy. “I’ll be right back.”
Kacy sucks in a breath, her lashes batting, but there’s a distinct smile on her face. “Take your time.”
Take your time? She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew what I was going to do to her.
I haul Camdyn into my arms. “It’s three in the morning. You need to stay in bed.”
“I can’t,” she whines, laying her head on my shoulder and yawning. “I’m worried about Lulu.”
“She’s a horse with hair in a heated barn.” Tripping over shoes and toys they’ve left on the floor, I place Camdyn on the top bunk, my chin resting on the railing. “She’s fine.”
She raises her head from the pillow and peers at me with those dark questioning eyes. “But it’ssocold outside.”
“Again, she’s in a heated barn.” I groan, my blood pressure rising. “Go to sleep.”
Sitting up, she grins at me. She looks so much like Tara in this moment, my heart hits my stomach. She sips her water, then asks, “Do you like Kacy?”
I snort. No. I want to fuck her. There’s a difference. But then I think, is there? Because part of me will be disappointed once I fix her car.IfI fix her car. I still haven’t decided how long I’m going to take. I could potentially draw this out even longer. Because I do, in fact,like her. I back up a step. “Go to sleep.”
She flops herself back on the bed with a grunt. “Fine.”