Page 18 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

Who were we fooling? It started as friends hanging out, but the moment Daddy had refused to come with, it turned into a date.

When the film started, I let go of my hesitations and decided to do what came naturally. It just felt right to lean my head on Nick's shoulders. I probably wouldn't have done it if Clark was with us, and maybe he was right in deciding to leave us alone just this once.

During the scariest parts, I was so lost in the film I kept forgetting Nick wasn't my Daddy. I would instinctively snuggle into his arm and tug at his shirt for comfort. It was then that I was beginning to entertain the idea that I might like Nick. I wasn't sure yet, but I could vividly imagine him doing all the things Clark did for me, and somehow, it just felt right.

Halfway through the film, I realized the couple in the car next to us were making out. I looked out the window with my hands pressed up against the glass and they were pretty much attacking each other's mouths.

"Good god," I said, staring at them in disbelief. "They've been making out for the past fifteen minutes. They're gonna have sex in public if they keep going at it any longer. People will do anything just to keep themselves warm."

Blood rushed to my cheeks when I turned around to find Nick appraising me in silence.

"You must be cold." He noticed I was on the verge of shivering. "It's a lot colder than I anticipated. I should've brought a thick comforter. Come closer. I'll keep you warm."

It sounded so wrong considering there was something akin to lust in his eyes as he spread his arms for me. I felt my resistance fading. I liked the first hug he gave me back at the club so much, it was hard to resist it now.

I scooted closer and snuggled into him. He put both his big warm arms around me under the blanket. I felt so tiny compared to his big muscular frame, and it felt warm and cozy. His body was so thick with muscle, I couldn't help but imagine being sandwiched between Nick and Daddy on a cold winter night. And just like that, the image I had tried so hard to keep out of my mind for so long was back with full force, the one where I was sleeping between them while we were all stark naked.

I shook my head to get the image out of my head. I imagined the farthest thing from sexy I could imagine to stop my pussy from growing wet. It was the last thing I needed when Nick was so close to me. So I pictured myself being strapped to a highchair and being force-fed nothing but a bunch of raw vegetables for lunch. I stuck my tongue out since I could almost taste the texture.

Nick chuckled, which caused me to look up at him. "You're such a silly girl, you know. Sometimes you're so lost in thoughts, you end up making faces. I like to play a little game imagining what must have caused you to make the face."

"Oh, yeah? What do you think I was thinking about just now?"

My heart raced at the possibility that Nick was one of those brilliant mind readers like Sherlock Holmes, who could instantly use clues to come to conclusions.

"You were thinking about public sex and how you'd hate to be caught in the act by strangers if you tried it with your Daddy."

I giggled. "Bold of you to assume I haven't already done it. I blame it on Michael. He can't stop talking about all the places he's done it with his Daddy. It started giving me ideas, and now I'm a bad citizen like him."

For the rest of the film, I tried to focus on the screen instead of Nick's hot muscular body holding onto mine.

The sun was beginning to set by the time the film ended. As we packed things up, I was disappointed it was so short. I wanted to know everything about Nick for some strange reason, and I wanted to know it right now. It didn't matter if it meant we had to stay up all night talking. It was exactly how I’d felt about Clark when he first took me in.

Instead of driving me back home, Nick parked the car in a nearby parking lot.

"Your Daddy said we had time till midnight. We only agreed to watch a movie, but I'd like to take you somewhere, a place that means so much to me. Only if you want to, that is."

My face lit up with joy. Getting to spend a few more hours with him sounded heavenly. It was as if he could read my mind.

As we got out of the car and walked on the sidewalk, I had to skip to keep up with him. He was much taller than me and it meant he took long strides. The good part was that I had a good view of him walking away. Despite them both being muscular, he and Clark were so differently built. Clark was big-boned and weighed more. But Nick had an ass that probably made shopping for pants difficult. He clearly did a lot of sports, while Daddy did most of his workout at the gym.

When he turned around and saw me checking out his ass, I forced my eyes away and blushed. He seemed to find it adorable as he smirked.

"Sorry, I have a habit of brisk walking everywhere. I'll slow down so you can catch a breath."

I wished I could get a piggyback ride on his big, strong back. I was so light and he was so strong, he probably wouldn't even notice a difference if I sneakily climbed up on it.

"Where are we going, Nick?" I put my hands on my knees and panted. "It feels like we're running a marathon."

"Good," he said as he took my hand and slowed down to my pace. "We could've taken the car, but I wanted you to get some light exercise before you go to bed. It'll knock you out from the tiredness and you won't wake your Daddy up because you're scared Candyman is watching you sleep."

Light exercise for him, but rigorous for me.

"That special place better be a restaurant. I've just spent three days' worth of energy brisk walking on the streets. Ooh, are we getting ice cream? That'll do too."

I ran up to the ice cream store and pressed my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the flavors.

"I already knew what I want to get, one scoop of each please."