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DALLAS

R ye's warm walls clenching my shaft sends ripples of pleasure shooting down my body. Every stroke in and out of her as she desperately tries to stay quiet brings the beast out of me. I need to help her in a better position.

I pull my cock out of her and flip Rye onto her stomach. After I slip my throbbing erection back inside of her from behind, I lean forward to cover her mouth with my hand before I start pumping in and out of her with ease.

Rye comes all over me. The unyielding tremors of her thighs, her climax, and the wetness of her walls all serve to weaken my reserve to make this moment last longer. We roll onto our sides, with me still thrusting inside her. With my hand muffling her moans of bliss, my other hand is free to reach around to massage her clit.

The tips of my fingers rub and slide against her pulsing nub. When I apply pressure, Rye's hips buck, and she reaches behind to brace herself against my torso, tilts her pelvis, and pushes against my cock. She's moving in a rhythm to meet my cock in the middle. The vibration of our bodies slamming together is enough to nearly make me cry out.

The stunted noise slipping out of me makes Rye come off my dick to face me. We're both on our sides, looking longingly into each other's eyes as she uses one hand to grip me by the hair, and her mouth crashes over mine.

Our kiss muffles the increasing heights of our pleasure as Rye angles herself in a way to ride me. My hands are free to grab her ass and give her some leverage to ride me over a climactic cliff. The closer I get to that same edge, the tighter I hold her ass.

She yelps in our kiss and bites my tongue before a wildness fills her eyes as she moves her hands down to my neck. She uses the leverage from her thighs to push me onto my back, where she sits up on my cock.

Rye rolls and bucks her hips as she closes her small hands over my throat. She's not strong enough to choke me, but the pressure sends a new sensation of pleasure ricocheting across all my nerves.

We fuck frantically on the floor, desperate to chase the orgasm that's guiding us through this storm of sexual release. Thunder crashes outside as if to agree with my sentiments.

Rye moves her hips upward before slamming down for a final time. Her body goes rigid from her core-tightening, pussy-clenching, thigh-locking climax. Soft cries of her orgasm slip beyond her lips. I yank her down to use my mouth to silence her.

The way our tongues swirl and lips move gives my body another burst of energy. I can feel myself getting hard all over again. However, the lights shooting back on and a crackling noise from the radio put me back on my descent from that orgasmic high.

A few more shy kisses help us pull apart to check things out. Thankfully, Frankie's still asleep. When I return downstairs, Rye's sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of vodka in her hand. She holds out a glass for me to join her.

I ease onto the floor, my back against the couch, and we sit there in the silence of the aftermath. Silence doesn't last long as she finally says, "That was great."

I take a swig of my drink. It heats my throat on the way down. "It was. I'm sorry about just going for it. I've got a clean bill of health. I can send you my latest results to put you at ease."

"And I can send you mine," she replies, tilting her head to rest on my shoulder. "I'm on birth control too. We should have started this thing way differently, but I'm happy to get this ending."

"I'm happy we came out of this storm together."

She laughs softly with a playful elbow into my side. "I don't even want to think about what comes next."

"I think you mean, who comes next? I feel like I have to get as many orgasms out of you as possible."

She sighs, "I wish every night could be like this. How far is your place from here?"

"About thirty to forty minutes. Frankie's school is about twenty minutes from here. I'm sure she'll love that, being able to pop in at our favorite ice cream shop whenever she feels like it."

"Two new routine customers are great for business. You already have my creative juices flowing. I want to put together some new flavors inspired by this weekend."

"Well, I’m here if you need other juices to flow out of you,” I reply, relaxing. I maneuver my arm around her and pull her to my side so we can snuggle together in front of the cozy fire. Sleep finds us quickly, and so does the dawn.

When I open my eyes, my back is sore from falling asleep sitting against the sofa. Sunlight is barely streaming through the windows, but it's just bright enough to see Rye's face resting in my lap. Heat blankets my face as my morning erection grows exponentially harder the longer I look at her beautiful face and supple lips a few centimeters away from my cock.

I close my eyes and look up to the ceiling with the hope of willing myself to get soft again. After trying to take a few deep breaths and thinking about baseball, I realize nothing is working.

"Go down," I growl in a low whisper.

"I prefer good morning, but I'm equally happy to start my day like this," Rye replies sleepily.

A smirk spreads across my face as I look down. Our eyes meet, and Rye slips her hand into my pajama bottoms to pull my cock out. She licks her lips and wraps them around the tip. I clamp my mouth shut as she moves her head up and down over the shaft.

She sucks me off as quietly as she can until she pulls her mouth away. Rye takes a deep breath and goes back down to finish, but I don't want to finish like this. Instead, I move her onto her back and slip my sopping-wet hardness inside of her waiting walls.

This is far quicker than last night as I push and pull myself in and out of Rye until I feel her moist release coating my shaft. Every throb of my release spilling inside of her makes me miss her before she's even gone.

"I don't want this to stop," I blurt out as I soften inside of her.

"I don't want this to stop either," she replies.

Rye begins moving her hips in a way to arouse me for another round. I shake my head, hating to disappoint her but knowing it's nearly impossible for me to be ready to go again so soon. Somehow, she gets me erect once again. I lose count of how many times we have sex before we get up from our cozy spot in front of the fireplace.

After cleaning up, we start moving around the kitchen to make breakfast. When Frankie comes down, sleep in her eyes and hair frizzy, she smiles at the sight of Rye and me in the kitchen together. I can see the happiness in her eyes.

I'm not sure if she sees Rye as a permanent part of our lives or if it's just nice to see her dad smiling with someone.

"We have pancakes made from some leftover ice cream," Rye tells Frankie as she sets a plate before her. There's no syrup, but the cinnamon sugar butter Rye was able to whip up goes perfectly on top of the fluffy flapjacks.

"This is delicious," Frankie says between mouthfuls.

"Thank you," Rye smiles widely. "So Frankie, what do you think about making this a new ice cream flavor?"

Frankie's eyes open with joy. "How can we do that?"

"Well, we'd go back to the shop, but I'm thinking of a cinnamon sugar ice cream with soft, fluffy, fruity pancake chunks. We can call it Frankie's Favorite Flapjacks."

"Can we, really?" She grins goofily and beats the tabletop like a drummer full of excitement. “Can we add pancake syrup to it, too?"

Rye knits her brows together in thought before nodding slowly. "I think we can make a maple-flavored caramel swirl so it's thick enough to withstand sitting in ice cream. I think pure pancake syrup would freeze into sugar crystals, but that's why we would do this at the shop. We can try a few recipes and combinations until it's perfect."

I add, "While you two do that, I can meet up with Chase to get the car fixed. Maybe if everything isn't too soggy, we can head back out to finish our camping trip."

Frankie's delight softens, but then she perks back up. "Can Miss Rye come camping with us, Dad? You got that really big tent. There's plenty of room, right?"

"Well, that's up to her." I glance at Rye. My head gently sways from side to side, trying to silently tell her she doesn't have to come, but Rye looks excited to be invited. I'd be happy to have her.

"I don't want to crash your dad and daughter trip—" Rye starts.

Frankie cuts her off. "You're not crashing it. You're bringing fun ideas, and we can talk about a gazillion other flavors I have ideas about. I can't wait to go to school and tell everybody I have ice cream named after me."

I chuckle. "Oh, so that's code for you just wanting to turn her into your personal ice cream supplier."

"No," Frankie says right before shoveling another piece of food into her mouth. "She likes the same kind of movies I like, and she knows games we can play. You know games we can play as a family, right?"

Rye's on the spot but laughs it off with a slight tip of her head in the affirmative. "I sure do. I used to love playing UNO on our family game nights. It's been a long time since my family got together to do anything fun like that."

"Do you want to ask them to come too?" Frankie offers. "The tent really is insanely big. I saw it. It's like a small house."

"It's not that big," I say.

"It's big enough to have three bedrooms. This actual cabin doesn't even have three bedrooms, but the tent has three rooms and a family room," Frankie replies with a touch of snarkiness.

Rye laughs. "I'll come as long as there is plenty of room, and it sounds like there is. How about we plan a family game night? My dad and my sisters with their fellas, and you and your dad can come. We can do a taco bar for dinner."

"And an ice cream bar for dessert?" Frankie suggests with an aggressive wriggle of her eyebrows that brings laughter out of all of us.

By the time we finish breakfast, it feels like we're a family unit moving into a regular day. This is going fast, but there's something I trust about Rye that puts me at ease. Perhaps it's because Frankie's so easygoing around her.

My daughter's right on the money when it comes to people. Whether Frankie realizes it or not, she warms up to good people almost immediately. I'm happy to follow her lead.

As we set out for the day, Rye takes us into town. Thankfully, the storms didn’t cause too much damage. At least, that's what it looks like until we reach my car. There's some debris from fallen trees and loose trash that's been thrown about. The thing that stands out the most is the trash can-sized dent in the rear door of my car.

The levity in my mood sinks as I call Chase. He’s on his way while Frankie and Rye head into her ice cream shop. I can't stop walking around my car to see if there's any damage deeper than the dent in the door.

Once Chase arrives, he whistles as he walks around the car and runs his hand along its lines around the damage.

"You got knocked around pretty good," he says.

"Yeah, and that happened after we pulled over."

Chase looks around. "Where's Rye and Frankie? Are they okay? How did you guys make out last night?"

The corner of my mouth tips up in a sheepish grin. "Rye took Frankie to the shop to make a new flavor, which she and Frankie thought up this morning. As far as how we made out, do you really want a play-by-play?"

Chase stops looking at the car and turns to me, raising an eyebrow. "Not when you put it that way. So, are you going to pursue something with Rye? Don't get her hopes up just to let her down or Frankie, man."

"I have no intentions of doing anything like that. I like her. It's moving quick as hell, but I can just feel it in my gut that we're meant for something more than a shared night together. The way Frankie took right to her makes me want to try love again."

Chase smiles as he hooks my car up to his tow truck. "Good for you. It's about time you start dating again. Even better that it's my lady's younger sister. About your car, I can let you drive one of mine until yours is fixed. It might be a few days, but I won't know for sure until I get under the hood and see how deep that dent goes."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

We shake hands and part ways. My mind wanders to Mariah and Frankie bonding over ice cream recipes. My heart warms in a way I haven't felt in forever. Yet, I don't want to feel like I'm forcing Rye to blend our families.