He's My Daddy Now

Chapter 7

*Emmy*

I roll over and watch Jim as he sleeps. I haven’t been able to fall asleep, too keyed up from how we had s*x outside under the stars. I was amazed that he’d told me Amelia was a beautiful name, and it didn’t make me want to scream.

No, hearing him say my name only made me smile, and I can’t explain why. I grab the blanket I wrapped around myself to come inside and wrap it back around my naked body, slipping out to the balcony and sitting in a chair.

It’s cool outside- spring trying its best to come, but it’s still so chilly at night. The sky is clear, with stars twinkling brightly. I take a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air, letting it soothe me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more at peace since my mom died than I do here. I glance over my shoulder at Jim, sound asleep in bed.

I’ve f****d up, and I’ve f****d up big. I… I think I may actually care about him, or maybe I know that someday I could. He’s so goddamn nice. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my forehead on them. This isn’t how this was supposed to be. I was supposed to f**k him, then announce it to Ava and my dad.

Jim wasn’t supposed to be kind. He wasn’t supposed to be as young as he is or as handsome. He wasn’t supposed to make me feel like my skin is on fire with the most gentle touch. He wasn’t supposed to take his time and give me the best s*x of my life. He wasn’t supposed to make me feel safe and special.

I tiptoe back inside, grabbing my phone and returning to my chair. Once it’s on, I push the button to call my dad and leave a voicemail, but I’m shocked when he answers.

“Emmy? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, Dad,” I say softly. “I was just going to leave a voicemail. I didn’t think it would ring through this late.”

“Your calls always come through,” he tells me, almost surprised I don’t know that.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I just… I’m sorry I turned my phone off and didn’t tell you where I am.”

“You’re still there?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re with a guy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I admit so softly that I’m unsure he heard me.

“He’s good to you?”

“So good, Dad,” I tell him with a smile.

“You don’t have to hide him from me. I won’t hurt him.”

I laugh a little, then bring my voice down, remembering that Jim is asleep on the other side of the door. “I’m just not ready for that. He’s a good man, though.”

I turn back to look at him, shocked to find him standing at the door, watching me on the phone with a small smile. He joins me, tugging me to stand and pulling me on his lap before he takes my phone and hits the speaker button. I almost panic, but he holds his finger to his lips, assuring me he won’t say anything.

“I’m glad he makes you happy, Emmy. I really am. Do you really want to leave college after you’ve worked so hard? You’re so close that you could finish the year, get your degree, and then go to cosmetology school.”

“I don’t want to work all day stuck in an office,” I say, finally admitting the truth I’ve been denying, even to myself. “I’ll never be happy with a job using my degree.”

“If it’s what you truly want, I’ll support it. I just don’t want you to regret this later.”

“I won’t,” I reassure him as Jim slides his hand under the blanket to hold my thigh.

“Send me the information so I can pay for the school,” he tells me.

I sigh. “I didn’t mean for you to pay for it.”

“I know, but I want to. How’s your apartment location? Is it close to the school?”

Jim smiles at me, pressing his lips to my temple. “It’s close enough. Moving would be more trouble.”

There’s a lull in the conversation, and I’m about to hang up when my Dad speaks up. “I’m sorry that I called you Amelia,” he says softly. “It’s… I know I only do it when I’m upset, and you hate that.”

“It’s just… It’s…” my voice trails off as I see a shooting star fly across the sky.

“I know,” Dad tells me. “I hope that someday it won’t hurt you to hear it.”

I turn to Jim, smiling at those warm brown eyes. “It’s getting better.”

“You let this guy call you Amelia?”

“I may have,” I tell him softly. “I find that I don’t hate it when he does.”

“Good,” Dad says. “That means you must really care. I can’t wait to meet him, Emmy.”

My heart stops as I realize that if I want something with Jim, he can never meet my dad. The realization of the mess I’ve made is sobering.

“I know I f****d up the other night, but let’s try again,” Dad says. “It’s the wrong day, but I’ll be there.”

I chew on my lip, but Jim rubs my back as he smiles at me and nods. “Alright. But you swear you’ll be there.”

“I will. Monday?”

“Monday,” I confirm. “I’m sorry I woke you. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you Emmy-boo. You can call me any time. Just call.”

He hangs up, and Jim smiles. “Emmy-boo?”

“You are NOT allowed to call me that,” I say with a small laugh.

“But I AM allowed to call you Amelia?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

I shrug. “I think I like it when you do.”

“Good,” he says, turning me to straddle him and pulling me to him. “Because I think I like how you react when I do.”

“Yeah?” I ask nervously.

He nods and cups my face, leaning in to kiss me. I place my hands on his broad shoulders, his skin cold from the night air. I open the blanket and pull it around him as his hands reach inside to hold me.

“You’re just out here naked?” he asks with a small laugh, nipping at my collarbone.

“I have a blanket,” I say, pretending to be offended. “You’re out here with no shirt.”

He laughs. “You got me on that.”

He huffs on his hand to warm it before sliding his fingers down my body, gently trailing down my chest and between my breasts, slowly making his way further down. He grazes over my navel, taking his time with each movement before he slides his finger through my folds and teases me.

I arch my back, but as I do, cold air enters my blanket, and I immediately fold in on him as he chuckles.

“You like that, Amelia?” he asks, his voice husky as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say softly.

He groans in my ear, the arm behind me now pulling me against him as I grind down on his hand. “Twice in one night? How did I get so lucky?”

I ignore him, unsure what I’m actually supposed to do, as he grabs his length and lines it up for me. “I… I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ve never been on top?” he questions.

My cheeks flame. I shouldn’t have said anything, and I tilt my head so my hair hides my face.

“Nu-uh,” he grunts, tilting my face to meet his gaze. “Don’t hide from me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Darlin. I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you. His words echo in my head. I know he does, and it makes me feel even worse for what I’ve done- for what I’m still doing. He moves his arm back behind me and pulls me to him at an angle.

“Lower yourself onto me,” he says softly. “Go slow, but you’re so wet it won’t hurt.”

I nod nervously and do as he says, slowly filling myself with him. God, it feels amazing. “Is this OK?” I ask nervously, blinking at him.

“I’ve never felt anything better than being inside you,” he says, and his words are so raw and honest that they leave me breathless, not knowing what to say.

I nod, a quick, simple nod, but he understands. He smiles at me and nods back once, too. He places his hands on my hips, moving me back and forth a little, causing me to gasp.

“That’s it,” he says. “Just. Like. That. Find what feels good and do it.”

“But what about you?”

He grins wickedly, making my insides clench. “I won’t c*m like this, but I want to watch you. I’m going to lean you over that rail and f**k you from behind when you’re done. I’m going to bury myself inside you and be so deep in you that you feel it in your soul.”

My breath catches at his words, and I don’t know what to say, so again, I nod. He smiles and urges me to move my hips. It’s good, but I move to the side and realize that in a circular motion…

“s**t,” I breathe out.

“That’s right, Baby,” he urges me. “Take what you want. You like that?”

“Yes,” I say, my breath as shaky as my body feels as the pleasure builds inside of me.

Jim reaches a hand up, gently running his fingers along my chin. “Don’t hold back. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just you and me, Darlin. I want to watch you come undone right on top of me.”

His words are comforting. They’re empowering, even. I’ve always been so worried that a guy will make fun of my face as I orgasm, but here’s Jim encouraging me. He’s the man I should fear will, but I trust him so much, so quickly.

I throw my head back, crying out into the night, unable to move because I’ve tightened so much. I feel his strong hands on my hips, moving me until a powerful release rushes through me as I ride out every last wave of pleasure before collapsing into his strong chest.

“You are a goddess, Amelia,” he says gently as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me against him.

It’s warm and comfortable, and I could cry- from happiness that I get to experience this or sadness that I can’t keep it. I don’t know which. For now, I close my eyes and breathe him in. I don’t ever want to leave him, but I know I can’t have him.

Jim holds me so close, gently trailing his fingers up and down my spine for the longest time. “Can you stand?”

“I… I’m not sure,” I admit. The orgasm he gave me was earth-shattering. I sit back and lift myself to stand. My legs are shaky, but I can.

“Oh, good girl,” he says, turning me away from him. “Hold the rail.”

I lean forward, grabbing the rail to the porch as instructed.

He laughs a little behind me. “On your toes. You’re tiny.”

Again, I follow his instructions, and he grabs my hips, pushing inside of me once again, filling me with a warmth and happiness I didn’t know was possible until I met him.

He pulls back and rams into me roughly, causing me to step forward a little. “Stay steady, Darlin. I’m going to f**k you. Hard.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say as he repeats his movement, but this time, I don’t falter.

“f**k, Amelia,” he breathes out, the sound of my name on his hips causing me to moan. “You’re perfection, Baby.”

His hand connects with my ass, and I throw my head back, crying out. True to his word, he f***s me- hard. So hard that I can barely hold myself up, moaning each time his hand meets my skin.

“Daddy, I’m… I’m close,” I breathe, unsure if I can hold myself up much longer. My legs are already shaking, and as I finally find that intoxicating release, I feel Jim’s arms wrap around my middle as he spills deep inside me. Just as he said, I think I CAN feel it in my fractured soul as he kisses my shoulder.

“Amelia,” he breathes out. “Such a beautiful name for the most beautiful girl. And you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I breathe out, leaning back into him. This won’t work. This CAN’T work. But for now, I’m going to take in each perfect moment with this man.