Page 16 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)

Cami couldn’t believe that she was in Isaiah’s bed.

Or that he had his arms wrapped around her. Nor could she believe that her cheek was resting on his bare, hard, muscle-packed chest. She could feel his heartbeat, for goodness’ sake. It was so… intimate.

It went beyond how she felt, though. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she saw, too.

In her fright, she hadn’t really noticed at first. But before he’d switched the lamp off, once she’d calmed down a little from the encounter with the ghost, she’d realized that he was wearing nothing but gray boxer-briefs.

That. Was. It.

Just those little shorts. Not a stitch more.

His chest! Those washboard abs. The shoulders.

He was so freaking yummy she almost couldn’t stand it.

And then there was that bulge in his underwear. The outline of that long, thick member that hung down to the very end, nearly poking out the bottom.

Crap! she thought. How was one man so freaking hot?

She tried forgetting about him. It was time to sleep. Keeping him awake would be rude. Besides, he didn’t want to do anything anyway. Not with her. If there was some slim, hot, toned girl in his bed then he would have already made a move. But he wasn’t even tempted with Cami.

Right?

Closing her eyes, she tried to will her body to relax. It wasn’t the memory of that ghost keeping her awake. It wasn’t the thought of someone breaking into her own house and rigging up some elaborate haunting scam that had her tossing and turning.

No, it was the presence of Isaiah.

Gosh, how would she ever get to sleep?

About ten minutes passed before his voice softly called out in the darkness, “You, little cutie, have a case of the wiggle-worms tonight.”

“I’m sorry.”

She flipped around to face him. At least, she thought she was facing him. It was so dark in there that she couldn’t tell. In her angst, she’d turned so many times that she wasn’t a hundred percent sure where she was on the bed.

But when he spoke again, she could tell his face was so close to hers.

Close enough to kiss…

“You don’t have to be sorry, little one. But you need to settle down. You have a big day tomorrow. And I know you’ll want to have fun with your friends. Rest up so you have plenty of energy.”

She nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see it.

Not wanting him to worry, she said, “I’m not scared. I can go to sleep.”

“I know you aren’t afraid,” he replied with an amused quality to his tone.

“How do you know that? I saw a ghost.”

“Honey, Daddies can tell when it comes to their sweet girls.”

Cami nearly gasped. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? There was no way!

It sure sounded like he was implying he was her Daddy.

But there was just no way that was possible.

The bed shifted under her and she figured he was getting up. A moment later, the lamp flipped on and he faced her, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Do you need Daddy to make you feel good, sweetie? So you can get some rest?”

This time Cami couldn’t keep from gasping.

Okay, there’s no mistaking this, she told herself. Unless I’m dreaming…

“Daddy will give you a… special massage. It’ll help relax you. But then you have to go right to sleep. How does that sound?”

She could barely croak out a response as she writhed on the bed. “Please, Daddy.”

One of his powerful arms slid under her. The other snaked up his body where he gently caressed her face.

His words were soft and gentle. “Sweet girl, you just lay back and let Daddy take care of everything. You’ll fell all better soon.”

She was immobilized and speechless as he moved closer. His lips landed on her forehead and delivered two kisses before they moved down to her lips.

The kiss was long but gentle.

Cami’s body shook in delight as Isaiah’s hand slid inside her pants.

“Do you want to hold Daddy’s hand, honey?”

She managed a nod but that was about all she could do.

With his arm still under her, he brought it all the way around, holding her tightly, and putting up a hand for her to grip.

When they touched, Cami swore she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body. It intensified as he traced her slit.

Her breath caught in her throat. She gripped his hand hard, bracing herself for that moment when he broke through and plunged inside.

But it never came. Instead, he continued to trace maddening lines up and down, all while smiling teasingly.

“Daddy!” she cried.

Gosh, it felt so good to say that word. To call him that.

Daddy.

Was he really? Would this last or was Isaiah just caught up in the moment and the temptation of having a woman in his bed?

Surely he’d change his mind in the daylight when he saw her better once again, realizing she wasn’t the skinny, sexy type that?—

She interrupted her own thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to spiral.

It was the time to just close her eyes, relax, and let Daddy take care of her needs.

Those needs were growing intense, too.

Heat radiated between her legs. She spread them more. Pressure was mounting in her core. Her arms trembled.

Daddy had mercy on her.

His finger found her sensitive pearl and massaged it, so lightly at first that it only barely registered—little moments of pleasure shocking her as she began to whimper.

But then Daddy increased the intensity. That pressure in her core grew. She writhed on the bed. A spasm gripped her left leg.

Isaiah’s finger pushed a little more. Not too hard though. It was as if he read her body and knew exactly the right amount.

He wagged his finger in a circle. She was growing wetter by the second, a fact he must have realized, because he let up long enough to move down her slit.

She held her breath as he plunged in.

“Good girl. Just relax. You’ll feel better soon, honey.”

Cami covered her mouth before she could scream. It would be so embarrassing if any of the others in the mansion heard.

But there might not be anything she could do about that. It already felt so good! She doubted she could control herself much longer.

Collecting some of her essence, he went back to her clit, the natural lubrication making the massage feel even better. It was a shame he hadn’t explored her depths even more.

Or maybe he could explore with that massive cock she’d seen bulging behind his boxer-briefs earlier.

Evidently, though, such was not her fate tonight.

That was okay. This felt good enough. Better than anything she’d ever experienced before, in fact.

Because Daddy’s hands were on her. He was guiding her where he wanted her to go, toward that inevitable cliff of ecstasy.

And possibly… further?

Was he guiding her into… forever?

She couldn’t worry about that right now. The pleasure was too intense to focus on anything else.

Isaiah was massaging her clit with more speed and pressure, pushing her nearly to the tipping point.

She spread her legs even more and fluttered them like butterfly wings. The ball of pressure expanded, like a balloon being overinflated, stretching to its breaking point.

And then it snapped.

Cami sat up a little, wanting to see Daddy’s hand down her pants, the idea of the sight driving her wild with desire. But she couldn’t stay up long enough to enjoy it. Instead, she slammed back down, thankful for the cushioning of the soft bed and pillow.

Her entire body quaked. She cried out while her legs spasmed and her toes curled.

It was wonderful. Perfect. Sheer bliss.

As it faded, she realized Isaiah had been right. She was tired now. No more tossing and turning for her.

She could sleep—even though she wanted more.

More of Daddy. More of his touch. More of his… well, more of other things. That would all have to wait now.

A yawn and a stretch announced that she was about to fall asleep. But first, Daddy kissed her one more time.

Right on the lips!

She giggled, snuggled close to him, and thought about telling him how wonderful this all was and how much she hoped it would last forever.

But once the light was switched off, words failed her.

She slept better than she had in a long, long time.