Page 22 of Daddy to Go
He pulled down a bottle and two glasses and started pouring.
“Do you have plans to go to college? I know you said you were saving for it. That’s always a really great way to see the world, and to open up your perspective a little. Sometimes it’s hard to take the first leap because we get so comfortable with our surroundings. College kind of pushes you to do it.”
Without realizing it, a small sad smile crept onto my face.
“I wouldloveto go to college. I had great grades in school but didn’t get any scholarships and couldn’t afford to rack up thousands of dollars in student loans. With my mom being a single mom and working so hard just to put food on the table, there was no way she could help me with that. So I’m saving up, and when I have enough, I’ll enroll. But I’ll probably just start at the local college in the next town over and then transfer to the University of Maryland or something. So much for seeing the world.”
Ryder handed me a glass of what I assumed was bourbon from the color. I took a sip and had to strain to keep my face from cringing. He chuckled, though, seeing my stiff lips.
“It’s a little strong, I know. It’s not my favorite but it’s here.”
Ryder led me back out to the living room and we sat on the couch. He turned towards me, watching my every move. Normally, I would find that uncomfortable, but the interest in his eyes and the way he opened his body to me was titillating. He took a sip of his drink and sat it on the coffee table.
“What do you want to go to school for?”
I took a deep breath and laughed.
“Well, that’s the million-dollar question. I definitely think for some sort of art. I’ve always loved the fine arts. I paint, sculpt, draw, and do some graphic arts too. I’ve always loved it.”
He grinned.
“That’s awesome, you’ll have to show me some of your stuff.” Ryder looked thoughtfully into the amber of his glass. “As far as the college stuff, I know how that is. After my parents died, there wasn’t a steady of flow of income for me and my sister. They left us some money, but they hadn’t planned on dying so young. I got scholarships mostly, did some cool summer internships, and worked part-time all through school to cover the rest of tuition. I was so busy with jobs and school sometimes I just wanted to retreat to a desert island to get some peace.”
I giggled.
“Why didn’t you? That sounds amazing.”
He laughed.
“Because we both know life doesn’t quite work that way. And, I wanted to be a doctor. Despite my showing of unprofessional behavior the other day, I actually take my work really seriously.”
My cheeks heated up just thinking about it. He could see the red tint to my face and scooted close to me. His eyes roved over my body and he took my cheeks in his hands. “There is no reason to be shy about it. It was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.”
I could barely get my words out. “Me too. But don’t you ever think about staying in one place? Forging relationships?”
He smiled, his eyes on my lips. “Maybe. If I found the right girl.”
Air stuck in my chest, and my mouth fell open slightly. The way his voice lowered immediately jump started my arousal. He smelled so good and I had never even thought someone could make me feel so wanted just from the way he looked at me. Ryder leaned in and barely touched his lips against mine. His hands fell down to my shoulders, and then skimmed my arms. Shivers ran down my spine and my chest began to heave.
As he rubbed his lips to mine, moving over to my cheek and down to my neck, he spoke in segments. “I just wanted to…”
He kissed my skin, and my eyes rolled back. Continuing, he moved up to my ear. “… have you all to myself, no interruptions.”
Finally, I moved toward him, gripping the strong muscles under his shirt. Our mouths collided and his tongue swooped in, circling through my hot cavern. I gasped against Ryder, digging my fingers into his shirt, wanting to feel his hot skin so badly. He ravaged my mouth for a moment, his right hand slipping down to my thigh. As I spread a bit, he cupped my warm wet mound.
I let out a deep moan as his fingers pulsed against me, rubbing through my jeans. Then, suddenly, they stopped. He pulled back and smiled at me mischievously. Standing, he put out his hand and began unbuttoning his shirt with the other.
“Come on,” he growled. “Let’s go somewhere where I can devour you all at once. I want to see your whole body.”
My teeth chattered slightly and my pussy throbbed. There was no thinking about it. I grabbed his hand and followed him out of the living room, flipping off the light as we headed down the hall. We walked into the bedroom and I stopped, standing in the center of the room as he closed the door and slipped his shoes off.
He strode toward me like a lion after its prey, his shirt now open. I reached up and pushed it back over his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. Biting my lip, I ran my fingers over his flesh, feeling the electricity connecting between us. My eyes darkened and, in that moment, there was no more Ms. Shy and Demure. I wantedhim, and I wanted him to know that I wanted him.
The old Abby had disappeared and this new one was ready to come out and play.
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