Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave by Scarlett Skyes Read Free Book Online Page B

sized bed of his, with its thick,
plush blankets, resting his knee upon the edge as he leans over me,
stroking my cheek.
    “You’re just a very good girl,
that’s all,” he reassures.
    I don’t realize it, but I start
to tremble when I’m separated from his bodily warmth, and he
notices it immediately. He leans in towards me, instead of bringing
the blanket up, and I hear Samantha slam the door on her way out.
She must be pissed, thinking I did this just to cockblock her.
Though really, dads are totally off limit to friends.
    My daddy — mine, all mine —
sheds his jacket and tie, then presses in against me, warming me in
his big, strong arms, one draped right over my bare chest as he
strokes a hand over my hair and face.
    “You’re the loveliest woman I’ve
ever seen, angel,” he says to me so sincerely, his deep voice so
ridden with emotion. “I’m glad it’s just us now because I’ve not
had nearly as much time with you as I crave.”
    It’s been so long since he held
me like this, and I find myself to be putty in his hands. I melt
into him, my dizziness passing with the thick sense of warmth and
comfort I take in being held by him. His familiar scent surrounds
me, and his words soothe my frazzled nerves.
    “Jeremy dumped me,” I blurt out
suddenly, and bite my lower lip in.
    “I know,” he responds so
casually, concern for me thick in his voice before he leans in and
places a tender kiss along my temple. “You were too good for him by
far anyhow. Just a placeholder doormat until you were ready for a
real man,” he husks into my ear, squeezing his thick, bulging bicep
into me as he holds me securely. “A real man who will support and
care for you, for all your days. Keep you like the queen you
deserve to be.”
    My smile started to spread,
those words so what I needed to hear as I dabbed a few melancholy
tears from the corner of my eyes.
    “It’s not fair, though,” I say
gently, my brow furrowing, and I try to relax again. “Why’d he have
to do it just before graduation?”
    “Oh sweetie,” he says, rubbing
his big, strong hand along my side, skirting the edge of my bare
breast on down to my hip and thigh, then back again. “He just
spared you from losing your virginity to a punk. A loser. Now you
can lose it to a real man, who deserves it,” he says, kissing my
cheek, then my neck. “You should lose it to a man who’s ready to
give you everything he has. Not just a teen’s forty-five seconds of
huffing and puffing.”
    I laugh, but then his motions
register to my slow moving mind, and I have to blink. His mouth
feels so good as he brushes back my golden hair with his nose, his
warm breath spreading over my delicate neck. It was like an
electric shock going through me, and I started breathing
quicker.
    “Daddy?” I say, paying more
attention to the way his finger was tickling over my flesh,
skirting so close to my bikini line, then dangerously near the
curve of my breast.
    And I’m not going to deny it
feels good. That it makes my skin prickle with need.
    But I know it’s not right.
    “I don’t want you to go away,
sweetie,” he says to me, his words so gravelly and needful as his
fingers come to the bow that’s tied at my hip, toying with it
lightly. “Not now. Not ever. The thought of you going has been
keeping me from working right… and I can do so much more for you.
Keep you taken care of. Give you everything you need,” he said,
that word ‘everything’, said with such poignancy as he tugged at
the bow, undoing it, letting my thong come loose.
    I sat up, pushing my fingers
into the bed, and it was like everything came into high definition,
crystal clarity, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.
    He’d just tugged open my
swimsuit, and I knew it wasn’t by accident. My daddy does nothing
by accident, and I’m breathing so fast and wishing that my nipples
weren’t so stiff from those teasing, tender touches he was doing.
I’m completely exposed, and my lips fall