Page 39 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” I explain to West as he plates up a waffle, scrambled eggs and fruit already on another plate.

He strokes his fingers through my hair. “You do now.”

I arch a brow. “I have no say?”

With a sigh, he takes a seat at the table across from me, and slides me a full mug of coffee. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You’re going to be eating it daily.”

The idea of being bossed around by anyone makes me want to vomit, but somehow, when West tells me what to do, it’s arousing and adoring.

I nod my head. “Okay.”

He cuts my waffle with his fork, leaning over the table as he does. A strand of dark hair falls over his forehead, and I take a moment to study his handsome face. Sharp jawline and enamoring eyes, he’s going to make beautiful babies.

With me.

“Let’s look at getting the rest of your things from that house today, after school.” West takes a bite of his eggs as he flips open the newspaper.

I clear my throat. “I’m—you’re really having me live here? That wasn’t just… something you said in the moment?” I’d hoped it was for real, but I know West is struggling right now. I feel his internal struggle when he kisses me—he wants me, but he’s battling demons. My lie.

My age.

“You said the other night that I was too young. That you couldn’t be with me, and now I’m living here and you’re…

” I place my fork on the table and rest my hands in my lap, taking a deep breath.

His eyes are on me, watching, studying, intensely dissecting my every flinch.

Finally, I meet his eyes. “I don’t know what to believe. ”

He sips his coffee, eyeing me over the mug the entire time. When he puts it back down, his voice is low when he says, “Not a good feeling, is it?”

I lick my lips, the few bites of waffle in my belly turning sour.

“I’m sorry, West. You know I’m sorry.” I can’t help myself—and I’ve been sitting on this for quite some time.

“You went on a date with Mary Grace whoever. It’s why I logged off that night.

I was watching your screen and saw you read her message and schedule a date.

” I find the guts–heart racing–to look up at him.

“Austin is just a friend. At least I didn’t go on a date with him. Not for over a year.”

He clasps his hands together atop the table, sinking back into his chair. He looks handsome in the morning, at home, feet bare, hair mussed. I can’t quite get a read on him, but knowing what I do, my gut tells me I just need to wait it out.

Let him work through whatever anger resides. And while he does, prove to him that I am the woman from Veiled , that I am the woman he loves, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually.

“It’s just… am I living here? Are we a couple? Will people know? I need to know what’s going on, West. If only so I don’t upset you further and make an assumption that isn’t mine to make.”

The chair creaks as he leans forward, over the table, hands coming to grip his mug.

Eyes still on me, he takes a sip, then says, “You made me fall for you, then told me you don’t exist, not in the capacity in which I thought you did.

” Ignoring my comments about Mary Grace and the day, he takes another sip of coffee, those menacing eyes burning holes into mine. “Forgive me if I need some time.”

I nod, not wanting to rush him, wanting him to know I'd be willing to wait forever if he needed it. “Punish me, please,” I whisper, my toes curling against the hardwood beneath me, ass clenching too. “Let me earn my way back to you.” I’ve already explained why I lied about being Cadence, and he understands.

But I understand that even though he gets the logic, his heart is still hurting. And I don’t want that.

His coffee spills as he shoves the table aside, lifting his ass off the chair long enough to shove his jeans and boxers to his thighs. In his lap, he fists his erection, hard and long.

“Get over here and sit on it,” he commands, but I haven’t even processed that we were just talking a moment ago, and now he’s rock hard, out, waiting for me to ride him. He shouts my name. “Briar.” My eyes snap up to his, abandoning his dick. “Get the fuck over here and sit on my cock. ”

I shimmy out of my leggings, leaving them in a heap on the floor as I straddle him, my stomach fluttering as he reaches between us to guide himself into me.

I groan as I sink down on him, my belly flooding with fullness, my cunt wincing in discomfort. I’m still not used to fucking, riding, being stretched and used. But I’ll get used to it. Because I love taking my pleasure from the man I love.

With his hands on my hips, he bounces me on his cock, and I can’t keep the tiny gasps from spilling out of me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moan, eyes closed, focusing on the way pain so easily twists into undeniable pleasure. My clit throbs, and I want to reach down and touch it, but I can’t, because West is pressing a phone in my hand, the other still viciously gripping my hip.

“Call him. Right now.” West’s eyes pierce mine as he thrusts up, impaling me harder, deeper. “Call Reeves. Tell him it’s done.”

His hand leaves my hip just long enough to tug my tank down, exposing one breast. He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the stiff peak of my breast, threatening.

“We-we’re only f-f-frien…” I can’t finish my sentence, because his free hand is playing with my clit, the other one sunk so deep into my hip that I know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. I can’t wait.

“Not anymore, you’re fucking not.” He takes his finger from my clit, and hooks the side of my mouth.

Spitting at my lips, his saliva is warm on my tongue, dripping down my chin.

“Earn your way back to me, babygirl. Make the fucking call.” He spits again, and again.

And I swallow twice. “You belong to me now.”

I don’t even know when he got my phone or where it was for the last twenty minutes. But, bouncing, my eyes threatening to roll back with every heavenly plunge, I manage to find Austin in my contacts, and I hit CALL.

West’s hand slides up the back of my scalp, he yanks, sending a burn through my head. My face numbs for a moment from shock.

“Hey Briar,” Austin answers, his tone light and sweet, like he always is.

God this phone call is really going to confuse him.

“He-ey, Austin,” I say, trying to sound normal and not like the man of my dreams is bouncing me on his dick.

West’s lips flatten together and his focus pinches, growing serious. “Tell him,” he grits out, before hooking a thumb in my mouth, giving himself a runway to spit.

“What was that?” Austin asks as I lick my lips and swallow down his saliva, my eyes on him.

“Nothing…” I breathe out, my orgasm quickly sinking down my spine, flooding my hips, taking control of my choices.

“I can’t be friends with you anymore,” I blurt out, desperate to end the call so I can come.

“I’m sorry. I have to g-g-o,” I murmur, letting the phone slip out of my palm as my head falls back and my eyes roll shut.

His strong thighs flex beneath me, reminding me that I’m with him—the man of my dreams.

West shakes his head, snatching my phone off the floor, bringing it back to my ear. Austin hasn’t hung up yet, and West quietly growls, “I want him to hear you come.”

I shake my head. Austin doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t have feelings for me anymore, and—my head is yanked back, and more spit hits my tongue as I pant and writhe in West’s lap. “Daddy wants your friend to hear how you come apart for him. Don’t disobey Daddy.”

“Aus-Austin, you there?” I murmur, sweat making my body slick as West tugs my shirt, bringing out my other breast.

“Are you okay, Briar? You sound weird.”

West sinks his teeth into my flesh, nibbling and licking until he’s sucking my nipple, his cock so deep all I can do is stifle a moan. My orgasm is right there. I look into his eyes, dark and mysterious, beautiful and handsome, and he nods. “Do it.”

“I’m good,” I reply as controlled as possible, despite the wave of desire washing through me, curling my toes, snapping my eyes closed, causing my stomach to tighten.

Clenching and moaning, I come so hard that I don’t realize I’ve dropped the phone until it hits the table.

West recovered the phone, and ended the call, and as I come down from my orgasm, he launches into his.

“Now he knows you’re off limits,” he groans, bracketing his hands on my shoulders, holding me down on him.

Our eyes lock, our gazes holding a full conversation as West moans, hefty and loud, making the room around us rumble.

My insides get hot as his cock throbs in me, and then another soft grunt, another pulse.

I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss so contrasting to this rough moment that his breathing slows, and his hands slide down the length of my arms, eventually weaving together with mine.

When his grip on my hands softens, and he’s no longer throbbing inside me, I carefully climb off of him, ready to clean up.

But West is between my legs with a damp towel immediately, and it’s not the slow care he takes with my used pussy, but rather, the way he keeps his eyes trained on me the whole time that has my heart floundering.

I lick my lips, and smooth my hands down my hair. “If Austin asks…” I start but West just shakes his head, tapping my ankle to get me to step into my panties and leggings .

“What you do in your life is no business of his,” he says, standing as he rights my clothing. He wipes up coffee, and cleans up the messy table, all while putting more food on my plate and insisting I finish breakfast.

“Right, well whether that’s true or not, normal people converse about their lives.

And if I tell him that he has no business asking me about my life, he’s going to think I’m like, being abused or something.

” I fold my arms over my chest as West tosses a dishtowel over his shoulder, leaning his tailbone against the sink.

“Seriously,” I add.

He glares at me for a moment. “Don’t push me, Briar. When I’m ready for the world to know you’re mine, I’ll let you know.”

I nod my head, then sit in my chair and finish my waffles and eggs. West drives me to school, but makes me walk ten paces ahead of him after we get out of his truck.

He ignores me all day at school, but afterward, he holds my hand in the truck. When he takes me to my house, he tells me to point at the things I want to bring to his place, and he packs everything for me. It’s only two bags, but still.

That night, we head north for an hour, until we reach the Target store in Riverside.

There, Daddy West tells me that he wants one month together, without anyone knowing, before we take it public.

He treats me to a new pink blanket for our bed, so it feels like my old room a little.

He buys me new pajamas, actual satin pajamas like rich girls wear in movies where they have sleepover scenes.

He gets me slippers, new leggings, and a brand new ribbon for my hair.

He says it’s for cheer, but when we get home that night, he puts it in my hair before he fucks me missionary in bed.

When I come, I tell him I love him.

He doesn’t say it back, but we’re close. I can feel it.