Page 15 of Praise Me: Pilot (Praise Me Daily #6)

Joel

H aylo is on my lap in the back of a town car, our luggage stowed in the trunk.

I’ve barely been able to speak to her, because she can’t stop kissing me. Perhaps her love of a man in a pilot’s uniform is wrapped up in daddy issues, but I find I don’t give a fuck when her tongue is in my mouth and she’s trying to mount herself on my dick through my uniform pants.

“We’re almost at the hotel,” I grind out, her heat scorching me through my fly. Making me long and hard. “Before we get there, I need to warn you about something.”

“I know. You’re going to be rough with me.” She melts into me, sucking at my neck like it’s made of candy, her hips scooting around, doing her best to turn me into a geyser. “I’m ready for rough, Daddy.”

My hand grips her throat of its own volition, and she goes languid at my show of force, whimpering, held in an upright position by my touch.

“We’ll see how rough you can take it, young lady.

” My thumbs meet in the hollow of her throat, stroking.

“Don’t panic, but your father is in town, too.

Out of pure coincidence, he worked a leg from Boston to Barcelona.

” I slip my hands down to her tits, kneading them inside her pink tank top.

“I’ve informed him that you belong to me now. ”

Christ, I sound like an evil overlord, but I don’t think I would speak like this if she didn’t like it. If she didn’t sway toward me with heavy eyelids over those possessive words that I mean with every fiber of my being. “What did he say?”

“He’s not happy. Does that bother you?”

She looks at my chin for several silent seconds. “I think every daughter hopes their father approves of the man she chooses to be with, so it makes me a little sad. But I also think he’d be out of his mind not to approve of you. Eventually, he will.”

“Then I’ll hope for his approval for your sake.”

“Not for yours?”

I nod, searching for the right words to explain the animal instincts she’s roused inside of me. “Haylo, trying to earn his approval gives him power over me. I won’t allow another man to have any authority over me. When it comes to you, I’m the authority.”

“I know,” she whispers, a shudder passing through her sexy little body.

“You like it that way?”

She’s nodding enthusiastically before I even finish asking the question.

I slip my hand up the back of her skirt and knead one of her ass cheeks. “Good girl.”

Haylo goes back to kissing me like she’s trying to climb inside my body and never come out, and I absorb every second of her perfection, planning all the ways I’m going to make love to her tonight. Wondering if it’s too soon to propose.

“I wish I could come with you on every trip,” she murmurs against my mouth. “If only it weren’t for those pesky college courses. Which I am mysteriously absent from right now.”

“You won’t be coming on trips with me, angel. Not unless they’re vacations.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a flight school in Nashville, only about ten miles from the university. I’m looking into buying it. Taking it over, so I can be close to you.”

Her vivid green eyes fill with tears. “But… really? ”

“Really.”

“Why?”

“You’re worth changing everything, Haylo.”

She sucks in a tremulous breath, her tears overflowing. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I rasp into an impassioned kiss, my chest on the verge of bursting. “I’ll do everything in my power to show you how much.”

Minutes later, we’re in the luxurious hotel lobby checking into our suite.

Haylo is tucked into my side, earning me envious looks from every bastard in the establishment.

It’s obvious I’m going to ride her like a wild animal as soon as we’re behind closed doors.

There’s no other way this plays out when she’s all over me, whining adorably in my ear for me to hurry.

When we’ve finally gotten the key, we wheel our carry-ons to the brass elevator, taking it up to the sixteenth floor.

I’m relieved we haven’t crossed paths with her father yet, because I’m not in the right frame of mind for an argument.

Not now. I want to be wrapped in Haylo’s smooth thighs, her wrists bound above her head while I rut her bareback.

I’m going to make her tell me she loves me approximately a thousand times tonight.

Again and again. I’ll never get sick of hearing that vow from her.

Impatient to get her naked, I fairly drag her off the elevator—

Coming face to face with her father. The nonplussed brunette to his left.

They’ve just disembarked from the elevator across from us, obviously heading to one of the rooms.

He starts, his eyes widening on his daughter in disbelief.

On reflex, I gather Haylo tight to my side, loving the way she comes so faithfully, resting her curled fist on the center of my chest.

“Well.” Phil clears his throat. “I didn’t expect to be confronted with this new reality quite so soon, but here we are.” He inclines his head at his daughter. “Haylo. It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

“Hi, Dad.”

Phil scratches his chin, appearing to gather his thoughts.

“I had a lot of time to think on the flight here and…” He exhales swiftly, his attention zeroing in on me.

“If I had to choose someone for my daughter, it would be someone exactly like you, Joel. Do I think she’s too young for you?

Hell yes. But…I won’t lose a minute of sleep worrying about Haylo, now that she’s with you.

If she’s safe and happy, then I guess that’s what matters. ”

“I am,” Haylo says, looking up at me. “I’m happy and safe and in love.”

For a few beats, I forget there is anyone in the room, except me and her.

My fucking heart is ready to pound out of my chest, and I know without a doubt that I’ll be mentally writing my wedding vows on the plane ride back to Nashville tomorrow.

“I’ll be thanking God for the rest of my life that you sent me to that parents' weekend, Phil,” I say, wrapping Haylo in my arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“And for the rest of my life, I’ll probably be kicking myself for not going,” Phil says dryly. “Haylo, uh…”

She keeps her loyal eyes on me, even when her father addresses her.

My balls throb in response.

That’s a good girl.

“I’m sorry. Not only for missing an important weekend at the sorority, but for all the important moments I missed growing up, trading time with you for women.” He flicks a look at his date. “I don’t even remember half of their names now.”

The woman rears back in disgust and walks away in a huff, taking the stairwell down.

Phil sighs, watching his date disappear. “I thought I had time to make it up to you, Haylo, but…you grew up so fast.”

She jolts in my arms slightly, her dreamy expression vanishing at those words, replaced by something equal parts nervous and lustful. They’re the same words I said to her at her apartment during that private and revealing moment.

“We’re going to turn in for the night, Phil,” I say, my cock stretching the material of my briefs. “Thank you. For what you said. I’m going to take good care of her.”

“I know.”

He steps forward, holding out his hand.

Keeping hold of Haylo with one arm, I shake his extended hand with the other.

“I mean what I said. Send her records and certificates. Any bills you’re paying on her behalf.” Looking the other man in the eye, I stroke her long blonde hair. “She’s my full responsibility now.”

Phil nods. “I understand. There’s a new man in her life.”

“That’s right.” I release his hand and begin guiding my future wife toward the hallway that leads to our suite. “Excuse us, Phil.”

“Bye, Dad,” Haylo says, flicking a brief and slightly conflicted glance back over her shoulder, before retraining those green eyes on me, where they belong.

“I think I’ll turn in, too,” Phil says, following us at a distance down the corridor.

He looks chagrined when we stop at our corner room, only to discover his room is the one next door. Right next door.

I should go down to the front desk and have us switched to another floor.

Or hell, another hotel entirely. I’m going to do exactly that, until Haylo takes the keycard out of my pocket and taps it to the sensor, making the little green lights flash.

Phil enters his room without another word, and we enter ours, the cool, crisp air beckoning.

Nothing beckons to me as much as she does, though, this gorgeous girl who toes off her shoes and strips off her tank top against the silhouette of the Barcelona lights visible through the giant picture window.

I don’t bother turning on any lamps, because those distant twinkling lights of the city are enough for me to see Haylo press her bare back up against the wall. No…

It's the locked adjoining door leading to the room next door.

Tipping her head back on an audible breath, she draws up her skirt with one hand, pressing two fingers to the slit protected by her panties, rubbing herself through the purple silk.

I get undressed while I watch her, taking off everything but my briefs, approaching her with the fierce ache hanging thick and urgent between my thighs.

As I come closer, she tucks those fingers inside panties that have become sodden, playing with her clit using those same two digits.

I go down on my knees in front of her, pulling her panties down so I can get a better look at what she’s doing, my chest expanding on a groan to find that her wetness abounds.

She’s a horny, dripping little sexpot, for my eyes only, my cock only, and I can’t restrain myself from licking my personal property.

Relishing in the freedom of having her as mine.

Solely mine.

“Put your pretty legs over Daddy’s shoulders,” I order her, licking her essence off my lips, moaning over her unparalleled taste. “Let’s open you up.”