Page 17 of Sawyer (Sabre Security Daddies #6)

S awyer sat with Lele on his lap, clinging to him as her sobs turned to sniffles.

He closed his eyes and willed his cock not to react when she pressed against it.

Never would he have said he was a masochist, but he tortured himself by rocking her gently, humming a lullaby, and wondering who the hell he’d become.

He didn’t cuddle. He did covert surveillance. These days, he hacked into corporations and destroyed the lives of scumbags without firing a shot.

What he did not do was rock naughty little girls to comfort them. And if you’d asked him, he’d have told you he didn’t even know any lullabies.

But here she was, sitting in his lap, making his cock harder by the second. And he was humming and feeling like the king of the world. He was so fucking screwed.

Even worse, everything inside him was telling him to tell her who he really was and what he was doing there. She’d spent the day sharing her past with him. Could he do any less? The words were right there, on the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy to open his mouth and let them spill out.

The Daddy in him needed to be honest with her before her feelings became too strong. He hummed louder. Who was he kidding? He might have to lie to Lele, for now, but he wasn’t going to lie to himself. It wasn’t just her feelings he was trying to protect.

He was falling for her. Fast. How could he not?

She was sweet, with enough sass to make her fun.

She had principles she was willing to stand by.

She was loyal, even when it might be misplaced.

She was the most courageous person he’d ever met.

Most people would have moved to the other side of the country and started a new life.

One where no one knew anything about them.

But she stayed in Elk Jaw to help her stepbrother.

A stepbrother who, Sawyer suspected, was nowhere near worthy of her sacrifice.

Sawyer was in a completely different circumstance. Jaxon was more than deserving of the sacrifice he and all his brothers had made. And because of that, he couldn’t tell her his secrets. Not yet. And damn if that didn’t gut him.

He ought to leave and turn everything over to someone else. He was going to wind up hurting her. But after that, if she forgave him, he would spend the rest of his life being the best Daddy in the world for her. The Daddy she deserved.

The brush of her lips on his cheek startled him out of his dark thoughts. He pulled away out of instinct.

Lele reared back in his lap, hurt filling her eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I sh-shouldn’t have kissed— I’ll just go to bed now.”

She tried to push away, and he should let her. He should let her walk away. But he couldn’t do it because, in addition to being a dumb fuck, he was a selfish one.

He cupped the back of her head, his fingers digging into those beautiful curls. He smoothed his face into a smile. “Stop, babygirl. You just startled me, that’s all. I love your kisses, but it’s getting late. We need to get you into bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

She was surprised. “What’s happening tomorrow? I have work, but I might be able to take a long lunch if I go in early.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of calling in sick. If there’s someone out there trying to shoot you, the last place you need to be is the video bar.”

“Is not! I’m perfectly safe at Videotopia. There are cameras everywhere, and no one ever comes by until around lunchtime.”

“Right. Where they find you alone and defenseless. And I could name ten places in the main room alone that are out of sight of those cameras.” He should know. He’d changed their positions and added a few that no one had noticed, and there were still blind spots.

She narrowed her eyes. “You could not. We’ve never had a problem with where they’re pointed before. And how do you know where they’re pointed anyway?”

That was a good question. “I’ve got eyes, Half-Pint. I can see where they’re pointed. And while having who comes and goes through the doors is important, if someone came in one of the bathroom windows, grabbed you from the end of the bar, and dragged you into the kitchen, no one would ever know.”

He silenced all further discussion by pressing her cheek back to his chest.

He resumed rocking and humming, as his hands continued to caress her, stroking her hair and her back. Stroking and humming, until he sensed a heat unfolding inside her.

The outline of her nipples pressed against her shirt, pebbled into points of desire.

Lifting her head from his chest, she gazed into his eyes. Her desire smoldered there, and he was sure the same flame burned in his eyes as well. There was no mistaking the hunger between them.

But it was a hunger he had no intention of giving in to tonight. She’d had a hard day and a hard spanking. She wasn’t in the proper frame of mind to decide if she wanted forever with him. And if he sank his cock in her tight pussy, he would never let her go.

“How are you feeling, Half-Pint?” He’d hated giving her such a thorough spanking for her first discipline session with him. But he needed to make his point, especially with the danger he feared she would face soon.

She nuzzled her face against his neck, which did nothing to tamp down his need to bury himself inside her.

“Words, babygirl,” he said huskily. “I need to know where your head is. What are you thinking?”

She sat up in his lap and refocused those intoxicating eyes to peer deep into him. Damn, he was never going to be able to resist those eyes.

“This,” she said. She grabbed his ears, and before he had time to think, she pulled him to her, face to face, and pressed her lips to his.

Her kiss was tentative and sweet, as if she was unsure of what his response would be. His babygirl wasn’t comfortable taking the lead. That was okay. He had no such reservations.

He took charge of the kiss. Whatever noble thought he’d had the second before vanished in the perfection of her mouth. He still had no intention of letting it go too far, but if his woman wanted a kiss? Well, it was a Daddy’s job to meet his Little girl’s needs.

He palmed her breast long enough to draw his thumb across her peaked nipple, then pinched the hardened nub. Her lips parted in a gasp of pleasure, and he took full advantage of the access she gave.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. Sliding his hands lower, he gently squeezed her ass. If her arching into him was anything to go by, he’d hit that sweet spot of reminding her of her spanking without causing her fresh pain. Hurting her was not what he had in mind. Not at all .

He pulled her hips forward, adding to the pressure her pussy was already putting on his cock. Obviously, he was more of a masochist than he’d thought. She clamped her knees against his hips, using the leverage to add even more pressure to his painfully hard dick.

This had been a mistake. If he didn’t take things down a notch, he was going to put her on her knees on the couch, press her chest against the wall, and fuck her into oblivion.

That was not going to be the way his first time inside her went.

He had to slow this down. Though, on hindsight, her luscious ass on top of his cock might not have been the best idea.

“We need to slow down, Half-Pint. Tell me something I can get for you as a special treat.”

“I don’t want to slow down!” she said, poking her bottom lip out in an adorable pout. “You don’t want to do anything… um… smexy with me?”

He moaned. Smexy? God, she was killing him.

“Baby, you’re sitting on my cock. Does it feel like I don’t want to smexy things to you? I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life. But it's too soon, babygirl. We have to stop.” His throat was so dry his words were barely a whisper. But she heard them.

She shook her head, sending her curls bouncing onto her chest. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered back.

His cock pulsed with the need to shove inside her. He groaned, and his fingers gripped her bottom harder than he intended. She yelped right before he smothered the sound with his mouth.

This time his kiss was deep, wet, and long. When he finally pulled back, she gasped. “We have to,” he ground out. “Now be my good girl and tell me what I can get you for a treat.”

She searched his eyes, and he saw the moment she got him. With a smile, she said, “I’m feeling like strawberry milk and ten sugar cookie sandwiches coated in sparkly rainbow glitter. ”

“As sugar-coma inducing as that sounds, I’m pretty sure all the cookie shops are already closed.”

She grinned. “That’s true, Daddy. But a little bird told me they carry Cravin’ Cookies at the gas station on the corner of Oak and Main. And they get in fresh hot cookies at eight o’clock every night.”

Sawyer’s grin pulled to one side. “Oh, really? Well, the next time you see that little bird, tell her your Daddy said that is too much sugar right before bedtime.” Her face fell in disappointment.

But he wasn’t done. “Unless it’s a very special occasion, which tonight is.

” Glancing at the microwave clock, he continued.

“Since it’s eight-fifteen, I don’t see the harm in one cookie sandwich. You get ready for bed while I’m gone.”

She jumped up and ran to her bedroom, calling back over her shoulder, “I will, Daddy. Hurry back!”

“Stop right there!” he said in his deepest Daddy voice. “Do not run in the house, especially when you aren’t watching where you’re going. It isn’t safe. Do we need to have another talk about safety?”

Her hands shot back to cover her rear. “No, Daddy. I won’t run. Promise.”

He had to look at his feet to hide his grin. Life with Lele was going to be something else. “ We will be right back. I’ll lock the front door behind us so no one will get in while we’re gone.”

“Daddy! I can stay here by myself. I’m not sure my rear could take a car ride right now!”

He studied her. She had a point. she also had the situational awareness and instinct for danger of a golden retriever puppy.