Page 23 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)
That evening, once the group had found their way back to the Guard’s mansion, Cami wasn’t sure what to do.
Part of her kept saying she should just get ready for bed, wait for Daddy to tuck her in, and then go to sleep like a good girl.
Another part of her—the louder, needier part—wanted to sleep in Isaiah’s bed again. After they… did other things .
Should she make the first move? How did that work exactly? This was new territory for her.
Gosh, Cami. You’re going to seem so pathetic. Act like you’ve done this before.
As she paced around her room, considering it all, she realized there was a third part, too—the part of her that still doubted Isaiah actually wanted her.
It was the part that had held her back before.
The part that seemed to always be with her, those haunting self-doubts that told her no man would ever want her.
She was so lost in thought she didn’t realize Isaiah had poked his head in through the partially open door until he spoke.
“You okay, honey?”
“Yeah,” Cami said after stopping abruptly and jumping slightly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stepped all the way inside the room. “Are you thinking about the ghost again?”
She hadn’t been, actually, but this it was the perfect excuse to flee to Daddy’s bed.
“Yeah.”
“Well, don’t worry. You’re sleeping in my room now, anyway. No one will get you. And that goes for the living as well as the dearly departed.” He winked at her.
So there was her answer. Isaiah was expecting her to sleep with him tonight. Did that mean they would…
“I’ll grab my stuff and be in there in a minute,” she said, hoping her cracking voice didn’t betray the nervousness she felt. “I want to go tell the girls goodnight, too.”
“Come on whenever. It’s your room now too.”
A wide grin split her lips. Mmm. She loved what she heard. Her and Daddy just slept together now. Like she’d always dreamed of.
And Isaiah was exactly like the Daddy she’d longed for in all those fantasies: loving, kind, protective, hot, and beyond sexy.
Now if only she was the skinny, toned, sexy woman she imagined herself to be. Instead of her chunky, awkward self…
After gathering a couple of things, she padded softly down the hall toward the other bedrooms. Thankfully, she didn’t have to knock on any doors because Iris and Lana came out of a door at the end.
“Hey, we were going to see if you needed anything from the nursery,” Iris said.
“I think I’m good,” Cami replied. “But thank you.” She lowered her voice a little. “Can we go in there and talk?”
“Of course,” Iris said, turning to lead the way.
Once the three women were inside the room and the door was shut, they sat down on the large rug in the center of the room.
All around them, soft, pastel colors made the room feel warm and inviting.
The smell of baby powder hung faintly in the air, bringing a sense of comfort.
There was a floor-to-ceiling shelf stacked neatly with diapers of all kinds.
It was a Little’s paradise.
Normally, Cami would love being in the special space. But right now, she was just too nervous to truly enjoy it.
Not even the toy box or art station against the wall directly ahead of her held her interest.
“Is everything okay?” Lana asked.
“Yeah. I’m just… well… I don’t have a lot of experience with… men.” She gave it a few seconds for her words to sink in before adding, “And when I say a lot of experience, I mean I don’t have any experience .”
Recognition flashed in Iris’s eyes. “Oh. That’s no big deal. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“She’s right,” Lana said, taking hold of Cami’s hand. “Everyone moves at their own pace. And that’s okay. In fact, if you’re still not ready, you don’t?—”
“Oh, I’m ready!” Cami said a bit too eagerly, causing her to blush.
The other women laughed.
“I’m just afraid, I guess. He’s seen me naked. But that was when he was getting me dressed and stuff. This will be different. What if he realizes how chunky I am and can’t go through with it and…” She sighed and hung her head.
“You are gorgeous,” Iris told her.
“I’m fat.”
Iris and Lana both shook their heads.
“No. You’re perfectly you,” Lana said. “A gorgeous, strong woman.”
Cami smiled, but inside, she was still feeling that same self-doubt she seemed to always carry. “Obviously I dreamed of… it… happening. But I never thought a Daddy would want me. There are so many skinny, model-looking girls around and then there’s me. I just see myself as?—”
The looks on Iris and Lana’s faces said it all.
“Oh. He’s behind me again, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Lana said apologetically. “He snuck in while you were talking.”
For a moment, Cami worried she was in for another spanking. But after slowly turning around to look at Daddy as he stood over her—wearing nothing but his gray sweat shorts—she realized that wasn’t the case at all.
He had a ravenous hunger in her eyes that told her she was in for something entirely different.
And it was going to be wonderful.