Page 19 of Sawyer (Sabre Security Daddies #6)

S awyer shot to his feet, heart racing. He scanned the room, trying to remember where he was, reaching for his gun to find it not there.

Then another scream, gut-wrenching and desperate, rent through the room.

Lele.

He raced to her bedroom, not wasting time pulling on a shirt. He had to get to her. Someone was hurting her. He had to get to her. Now.

The door ripped off the hinges when he crashed through it. Her bed was empty; she was gone. Hurtling over a small bench angled out from the bed, he reached the window, only to find it shut.

Fuck!

He spun back to scan the room again, looking for clues about who might have taken her.

His mind caught up with his body as his adrenaline level lowered. The alarm hadn’t sounded. Why the fuck hadn’t it gone off if someone broke in ?

“Lele?” He listened. “Half-Pint?”

At his voice, sobs came from under the bed. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again.

Dropping to his knees, he lifted the bed skirt. A line of pillows blocked his vision, so he tried to pull one away.

“No! G-go away! Go away!” Terror laced every word of her cries.

He lay down, stomach to the floor, and tried again. “Babygirl, it’s me. It’s Daddy, Half-Pint. I just want to move the pillows so I can see you.”

Through spasming, gasping breaths, she called, “D-d-daddy?”

Thank god! Forcing all the calm he could muster into his voice, he answered her. “Yes, babygirl. It’s Daddy. I’m right here. Can I move the pillow?”

The pillow shifted, and he saw her. The shadows under the bed made it impossible to tell if someone or something had injured her. Pushing to his elbows, he scanned the room for bullet holes, but there were no obvious marks.

“No! Don’t leave me, Daddy. Don’t go!”

Fuck. He dropped back to his stomach. “I’m not going anywhere, babygirl. I’m right here. Can you come out from under the bed so I can hold you?”

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t safe. You need to get under the bed with me.”

One glance at the bed frame told him that wasn’t going to happen. “Daddy won’t fit, little one. Your bed is too low on the floor. But I promise if you come to me, I’ll keep you safe.”

She said nothing. He waited for her to decide. If he had to, he could move the bed. But that would probably scare her all over again.

“Here, babygirl,” he said softly, sliding his hand under the bed to her. “If you aren’t ready to come out, take Daddy’s hand.

He held his breath, waiting to see if she would do as he asked. When her fingers wrapped around two of his, the way they trembled made him want to punch something.

Not knowing what else to do, he hummed to tune that had calmed her before. He didn’t care how long it took her to come out. He was staying right there.

Slowly, her fingers tugged his. “I think I’m better now.”

He backed away from the edge of the bed at her pace, so she knew he wasn’t leaving. When he was finally able to pull her out, he gritted his teeth because her entire body shook as much as her fingers had.

He held her in his lap, where he sat, not mentioning standing up until her tremors had slowed a bit.

It took time, but he finally got her back into her bed. She lay on her stomach facing him, but her eyes were unfocused. What the hell kind of nightmares did his babygirl have? Because what she’d just been through went way past a bad dream. That was somewhere between night terrors and PTSD.

He lay down beside her, brushing his fingers through her hair. Her blinking was too slow, bordering on shock. He was about to call Bones, who most people knew as Dr. Preston, but she focused her eyes on him. “Daddy,” she said, her voice weak. “Will you lie down on top of me?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Half-Pint. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me, Daddy. It helps me feel better. Please?”

“Like a human weighted blanket?”

“Yes, like that. I feel like all the pieces of me are going to break off and fly in different directions.”

He’d used a weighted blanket before in the military. Making a mental note to order her one, he pushed to his knees and positioned himself on top of her. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I am too heavy, babygirl.”

She almost smiled. “I will, Daddy. ”

Carefully, he lowered his weight onto her. He braced his body on his forearms and knees, trying to find the amount of pressure that would make her feel secure without causing her harm.

He stayed that way for as long as she wanted. Once she felt more centered, he slid to the side and pulled her into his arms, her back to his front. “Can you tell Daddy what your dream was about?”

Drawing in a breath that was still too shaky for him, she told him about her nightmare.

“It was the same one I always have. I’m home by myself when I hear a noise outside. Then, all of a sudden, a whole army of prison guards breaks in. Th-they storm into the house, shouting they’re there to take me back to prison. And that this time I won’t be getting out.”

Her breathing sped up, so he stopped her. “I think I get the idea, babygirl. I’m so sorry you had such a bad dream.”

Actually, he felt like shit. There was no way her nightmare, at least this time, hadn’t been triggered by their talks that day.

How could he not have realized reliving the past might trigger a nightmare?

They’d plagued him for months after every covert op he’d gone on with the CIA. Hell, they still did sometimes.

“Can I stay here and hold you until you fall back asleep?” If she said no, he’d probably sleep on the floor at the end of her bed.

“I want you to stay with me, Daddy. I feel better now, but I never go back to sleep after a nightmare. It’s okay if you go back to sleep. I don’t even know what time it is.”

It was one o’clock in the morning. Way too early for her to stay awake.

“I’ll stay awake for you, Half-Pint. You can sleep, and I’ll keep watch over you. How’s that?”

After a pause, she said, “I’ll try, Daddy. But I’m feeling even less sleepy than usual.”

“I get it. But try for Daddy, okay? ”

Nodding, she wiggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around her chest.

It took about two minutes for him to realize his mistake. Her ass pressed against his cock. And every time she moved to get more comfortable, his cock responded.

And she shifted and wriggled to get comfortable a lot.

“Half-Pint, I need you to try to lie still. You can’t fall asleep when you're squirming.”

“I know, Daddy. But my squirmies are activated. I’m trying to make them go away, but I can’t.” She sounded… tense, but not the way she had been earlier.

It was then he realized how hard his Little girl’s nipples were. He also understood now what squirmies were. His Little girl was aroused.

“Daddy,” she said as she rolled her head. “I feel… I just… I can’t…”

“I know, babygirl,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Let Daddy help.”

He grabbed a handful of her curls and pulled them away from her neck. Then he ran his tongue from the corner of her jaw down her neck.

God, he loved the noises she made.

Rolling her to her back, he continued to explore. He licked across her collarbone and pressed kisses on the hollow at the base of her throat. He loved that her pulse sped up the lower his tongue traveled.

His mouth trailed down the center of her chest as far as her silky top would allow. Unwilling to stop at such a thin barrier, he ran his lips to one pert nipple, latching on and sucking it into his mouth, raking his teeth across the sensitive nub.

“Arms up, little girl,” he all but growled, no longer willing to have anything separating her flesh from him.

She obeyed him without question, removing the shirt and tossing it to the floor. He looked down at her smooth, ivory-cream skin, and his mouth watered. She was beautiful. He continued to kiss down her abdomen, licking across her ribs to see her gorgeous nipple grow harder and darker.

He moved back up to her nipples, needed to taste them more than he needed his next breath. Her back arched as he lathed them with his tongue, as if she was trying to tempt him to take them deeper into his mouth and suck them harder.

But he had another destination in mind.

He kissed his way down the center of her stomach, sliding the bottoms of her pajamas off as he went. No panties? His naughty girl. He thoroughly approved.

Her breathing became erratic as he worked his way slowly down to the top of her mound. He was surprised to find her smooth and bare for him. Surprised and appreciative.

Then he pressed his lips to the top of her slit. She cried out and arched her back higher. Her fingers found his head, and she tried to force him to move, not able to decide whether she wanted his mouth higher or lower.

It didn’t matter. He was in control now. Releasing her hip, he smacked the side of her bottom. Her whimper caused his cock, already rock hard, to throb. “Lay back and let Daddy play, naughty girl,” he growled again, this time against her sex.

That earned him a small buck of her hips, so he smacked the other side, a little harder this time. She stilled her movements, but that wouldn’t last long. Not if he had anything to say about it. He increased the pressure of his mouth right above her clit

“Daddy,” she mewled. “I need you more.”

“I know.” He drove his tongue down her slit, parting her folds. Then he gave her everything. His lips, his tongue, his fingers. And she exploded, crying out in pleasure, her finger now digging into the bed as if holding on for dear life .

Her juices flooded his tongue, and it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He worked her until she finally settled.

“Th-thank you, Daddy. That felt amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now hold still for Daddy.”

Her eyes widened. “But…but isn’t my turn over?”

He looked up at her face from the apex of her thighs, breathing in the scent of her. “Oh, babygirl. Not even close.”

Using his thumb to expose her clit, he lowered his mouth to her sensitive nub, devouring her.

She screamed and pushed her hips higher.

He loved how willing and responsive she was.

He scraped his teeth across her clit, and she tumbled over into the abyss of pleasure again.

She tried to hold back her cries, but he wasn’t having it.

“I want to hear how much you are enjoying this, little girl. Don’t hide your sounds from me. ”

Just as she started to come down, he put his hands under her ass and tilted her hips up, giving him better access to every part of her. The shadow of his beard scratched against her thigh and labia, causing her head to thrash from side to side.

“Too much, Daddy. It’s too much!”

He ignored her, taking his time before he sucked her clitoris between his lips, sending her over the edge again.

“No more, Daddy. I can’t. I-I need to give you your turn.”

“Tonight is about you, babygirl. I’ll have my turn later. Now, I think you have one more, don’t you?”

“Daddy!” she screamed as he lowered his mouth again.

This time, he angled her hips even higher.

Pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, he pressed two fingers against the dark star that was winking at him so sweetly.

He pushed his thumb just inside the opening of her core, flexing his thumb until he hit that magical spot within her tight, slick channel.

He circled her clit with his tongue until he could feel the muscles quiver inside her. Then he sucked her clit again. Hard.

She bucked so hard he thought he might lose his hold of her ass, but he wasn’t sure she would even have noticed. She came quietly, her mouth open with no sound escaping at all.

He kept up his ministrations until he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure from her body. She collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to move.

He righted her shorts and top without her noticing. Her breathing was slow and even, her face peaceful.

His cock was aching with the need to bury himself inside her, but he wasn’t going there. Not as Saul. It would feel too much like he was the “other man.” Even if he could reconcile his conscience, he wouldn’t do that to her.

No, when he buried himself inside his Little girl, she would know her Daddy’s fucking name.

Placing Lucky in her arms and tucking her in tight, he kissed her goodnight. There was no way he was sleeping with his body in this state, though.

Walking out of her room, he did the only thing he could if he wanted any rest himself. He headed to her bathroom to take a very lonely, cold shower.