Page 13 of Mechanic Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #10)

CALLIE

W e barely make it through Boone’s front door before the kissing starts.

I admit, it’s my fault. But who could blame me?

Ever since I arrived in Meadowview, Boone has done everything to show me how deeply he wants this.

Wants me. Kicking my ex-boss’s ass is just the cherry on top of this perfect cake.

Our kiss doesn’t break until we reach the bedroom, and the only reason I know we’re here is because the smooth tile underfoot turns to soft carpet.

Boone slaps his hand against the wall, searching for the light switch, his other hand firmly slotted around my ass. He nails it on his fourth try, illuminating our surroundings, but I’m not all that interested in what’s around.

“You know, this isn’t what I meant when I said I want to see the inside of your place, right?” I tease him, gripping the hem of his shirt and brushing my lips over his shoulder.

“I’ll give you a tour in the morning,” he growls, too wild for flirtatious banter.

Boone slips his fingers under the spaghetti straps holding up my dress and tugs them off my shoulders. The dress pools at my feet, exposing my naked body beneath. I’d be lying if I said I knew the night would end this way, but I prepared for it anyway.

His first pause since we left the bar comes when I’m on full display, desire lingering in his steely gaze. Admiring and studying every line and curve of my body, like I’m a priceless work of art no one else will ever get to see.

And it’s that look right there that reaffirms my decision to stay. Has me picturing the rest of my life with him. Never second-guessing myself or wondering what could’ve been.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Boone growls, wrapping his hands around my waist. His rough fingers tickle me, but the sensation sends a warm, eager jolt up my spine. “And you’re mine.”

I run my fingers over the cold metal of his belt buckle, staring into his frantic, smoky eyes. “All yours, Daddy.”

Boone throws himself forward, locking our mouths together, and guides me to his bed. I undo his belt and strip him of his pants before we get there.

He falls onto the bed with me in tow, and we make out and writhe in bliss as our bodies collide. Rolling over, Boone pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his waist in this half-seated position, pulling his shorts off before we get too lost in the moment.

Then, I feel it. The slumbering giant between his thighs, springing to life and twitching between my legs. As if it has a mind of its own, it brushes against my pussy, knocking desperately at the entrance to get inside.

Slipping my hand between our bodies, I grab Boone’s erection by the base. Thick, veiny, and throbbing in my palm, I guide it toward my entrance. He doesn’t stop me, doesn’t say a word, just keeps his grip on my waist while our tongues smash together.

A husky moan breaks our kiss as I lower myself onto him. The sound deepens and bellows out with every inch I move.

I press a hand against Boone’s chest, and he drops back. The action slides him deeper, and a look of pure euphoria flashes in his eyes. The hands he kept glued to my hips travel upward, cupping my breasts and tickling my nipples.

“Your cock feels amazing, Daddy,” I coo when I’ve taken him fully.

He starts gyrating his hips, still letting me keep control but coming ever closer to his breaking point. And every slip of the word Daddy pushes him further and further.

I buck on top of him, moving higher up his manhood each time. Before long, I’m bouncing on his cock haphazardly. Sliding as far as I can go before slamming back down. Boone tenses and flexes inside me, grunting softly as his shackles come undone. His hips start slamming upward in time with mine.

Latching on to his chest for any support I can find, I cry out at the overwhelming sensations of heat and pleasure mounting in my core.

Every move we make amplifies it a thousand times over until I’m a vibrating mess on top of my giant.

The pressure releases as my orgasm crests, settling my nerve endings ablaze.

“That’s it, baby,” Boone growls, moving one hand down onto my hip and latching on tight. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”

He holds me in place and drives himself into me with long, hard strokes. I sputter noises, somewhere between moans and choked bellows. But with it, Boone loses himself. Behind my heart beating in my ears, I hear his anguished groaning. Fighting to hold on. Stay here just a second longer.

But it’s too late.

With one final thrust, Boone erupts inside of me, painting my walls with his hot, sticky come. He tightens his grip, arching his hips up and driving his pleasure as deep as it can go, roaring fiercely.

I fling myself forward, cupping his cheeks in my hand and pulling our mouths together. I moan into his mouth, the feeling of his cock twitching inside me.

I collapse on his chest, panting, drenched in sweat, and totally satisfied.

Boone groans breathlessly, collapsing while his cock flexes against my pussy.

He hooks his arms around me and locks me in a gentle bear hug.

We lie in this tangled heap for ages, catching our breath, embracing each other as lovers for the very first time.

“That was—” He trails off, searching his mind for something better than amazing.

“It really was,” I say when nothing comes.

“How are you feeling?” He presses his lips against my crown.

“Incredible. Better than…” I have to rein myself in or I’d be screaming it. “I’m on top of the world.”

“Good.” His eyes sparkle, delighted. “Because this was only the beginning, baby. You’ve got a lifetime of this ahead.”

I bury my face in his chest to hide another goofy smile and my burning red cheeks. “You sure about that, Daddy? What if I turn out to be a brat?”

“Then you’ll be my brat, and I’ll love you all the same.”

My head snaps up as the word leaves his lips. Did I mishear it? Did he just say he loves me?

“Y-you…?”

He nods. “I do. With all of my heart.”

I curl tightly into his arms, overwhelmed by the thought, but overjoyed all the same.

It’s crazy to think all of this started with a broken-down car that left me furious.

Now? I can’t picture a future without him in it. Don’t want to, either.

Because I’m his, and he’s mine.

And nothing will ever change that.