Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 18

  Uh oh. That wasn’t going to go down well.

  “This is a girls-only conversation,” Sunny told him.

  “Did you really just tell me to ‘go away, shoo’?”

  “Yes, but you’re not shooing.”

  “Little Rebel, I know you’ve been upset about your friend. We all have,” he said in a louder voice as though Jewel couldn’t hear everything anyway, “but you do not get to shoo me. I’m going out to work on my bike.”

  “Man, he’s such a grumpy bum lately,” Sunny muttered.

  “Maybe because you’ve been upset,” Jewel pointed out. “I’m really sorry, Sunny. If I could have told you I would have, but I was just trying to—”

  “Protect me,” Sunny said. “Like you always do. But being a friend isn’t just you always taking care of me. I get to take care of you too. I know you did what you thought was best, but you’re my best friend. Let me help.”

  “You’re right. I know. I just panicked when I saw the photos of . . . of my son.”

  “Your son?”

  “I had him when I was really young and I’m not in his life, but when Maxwell threatened to hurt him, I had to do what I could to protect him.”

  “Well, of course you did,” Sunny said, fiercely loyal as ever. “That rat bastard! I hope Jason has torn his fucking balls off and fed them to him.”

  Jewel let out a surprised laugh. “Don’t let Duke hear you talking like that.” Duke didn’t like Sunny swearing.

  “Eh, totally worth the spanking it would get me.”

  “Sunny?”

  “Yeah?”

  “When you’re in Little space, how easy is it to let everything else go? To stop thinking about all your issues and just, well, be?”

  “I don’t know what it’s like for everyone, but some days are different than others. Sometimes it’s easy and others it’s much harder. Why do you ask? Wait, do you think that you’re a Little?”

  “I don’t know, exactly. I can’t see myself playing dress-up or coloring in.”

  “No, I can’t see that either. But there’s no rule saying that you have to do any of those things. You could be older, like a Middle. Is Jason a Daddy Dom?”

  “Yeah. Surprising huh?”

  “I really didn’t see it. Can you let go with him?” Sunny asked.

  “I always thought I had to be in control of everything. If I wasn’t it meant I wasn’t capable or strong. But with Jason, everything’s different. I know that if I miss something or mess it up that he’ll be there. He really cares about me.”

  “Oh, Jewel, I’m so happy for you.”

  “It’s early days yet, let’s not plan the wedding or anything, huh?” she said, needing to get off the mushy stuff.

  “But when we do, I’m the head bridesmaid. You owe me.”

  “Course you are. You’re my best friend.”

  “This is so exciting! I’m going to add you to the Little chat group.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, there’s a Little chat group?” How hadn’t she known about this? Well, maybe because you didn’t know you were a Little?

  “Yeah, and I could use your help. Millie is determined that she’s going to take Spike’s truck in for a custom paint job for his birthday.”

  “She . . . she’s what?”

  “She has this plan to get it painted to look like a Triceratops.”

  “She wouldn’t.” Oh Lord, this was Millie so . . .

  “I think she’s serious!” Sunny told her. “She’s not going to sit for a week.”

  “Are you kidding? She’d never sit again. Fine, put me on the group chat. I need to talk her around.”

  “Done, you’re on there now and I’m sending everyone your new number.”

  She ended the call with Sunny and immediately her phone started to buzz.

  Sunny: Guys, Jewel is here now! You all should have her new number.

  Betsy: Jewel, I’m so glad you’re all right.

  Jewel: Sorry for worrying you guys. Things were really messed up.

  Betsy: It’s okay, we understand. Uh, Sunny you know this is the Little group chat?

  Sunny: Yep. Get this, Jason is a DD.

  Jewel: And I might be an older Little.

  Millie: O.M.G!!

  Millie: Jewel and Jason!

  Millie: Jewel is a Little!

  Millie: Freaking. Out.

  Jewel: I would never have guessed. Now, Millie we need to have a chat about men and their trucks . . .

  It had taken her a while to talk Millie out of her plan for Spike’s birthday. But after some searching on the internet, she’d decided to get him these boxers which had pictures of different dinosaurs over the crotch area.

  Poor bastard had no idea what was coming his way. Jewel would pay to see his face when he opened those gifts. Still, he should thank her for averting a disaster.

  After she said goodbye to the girls, she called Reyes. Her chat with him went surprisingly well. Sure, he scolded her for a good five minutes. But when she was finished, she felt surprisingly lighter.

  Until she glanced down at her mangled fingernail and winced. What was the bet that Jason wouldn’t notice?

  Yeah, she didn’t like those odds.

  She opened the wardrobe door slightly and called out through it. “Can I come in now?”

  “Yep,” he called back.

  When she walked in, she froze. The drapes had been pulled, blocking out the mid-afternoon sunshine. Candles were lit and spread out, lending a soft light. It looked like a scene set for seduction.

  Complete with a massage table and a big leather recliner that looked like one of those massage chairs you could stick a quarter in at the mall and you’d be in heaven for five minutes. There was also an array of nail polishes set up on a small table next to the chair. More shopping bags lined the front of the entertainment center.

  “What is this? How did you even do this?”

  “Had a bit of help with the big stuff. Wanted to do something to help you relax. Spa days are something Ma and Dusty swear by. Only I don’t want you leaving the house yet. I also don’t want anyone else touching you. Sometimes they have male massagers. They aren’t touching you. Especially when you’re naked.”

  She shook her head at him. “First, you aren’t exactly naked when you have a massage. Most of the time, you leave your panties on and they use a towel to cover you. Second, it’s their job. It’s not like they’re doing this for a hook-up or anything.”

  “No other man is touching your naked body. No, scrap that. No other man is touching you.” He pointed a finger at her.

  “What if I get sick?” she challenged.

  “There are female doctors,” he replied.

  “What if I’m really sick, like near-death, and need a specialist and the only one is male?”

  Instead of coming back at her with a reply, he moved swiftly towards her. She stepped back, slightly alarmed at the intensity in his face. He backed her up against a wall, trapping her, his hands on either side of her face.

  “You will not get that sick,” he whispered harshly.

  That . . . that was not what she’d expected him to say.

  She licked her lips. “I can’t just stop—”

  “You will not die.”

  “Nobody knows what will happen in the future.”

  “This will not happen, because I couldn’t take it if you got seriously ill. Fuck, I couldn’t take you getting a cold. Understand? You started as my obsession. Then you became my desire. And now, you are my heart. Can’t live without that, can I?”

  “Jason.” Was he saying he loved her? He wasn’t, right?

  “Thirty-two.”

  Fuck.

  “Would you be serious?” she snapped at him.

  “Trust me, I’m being very serious.”

  She tried to breathe normally, but it was impossible. Each quick breath brought her nipples into contact with his chest. They brushed against him, stiffening. Her insides were mush. Need for him grew until it was all sh
e could feel.

  This was it. She was going to fuck him, wasn’t she?

  And then he would learn how messed up she really was.

  His mouth descended, took hers, conquered it. She kissed him back as though her life depended on it. As though he was the only way she could breathe.

  Then suddenly, he stepped away.

  “Get stripped off and lie on the massage table, face down. Put the blanket at the end of the table over you. I’m going to use the bathroom.”

  He strode into the bathroom and shut the door. She stood there. Well, she slumped back against the wall to try and keep herself up. Her fingers trembled as she touched her hot lips.

  What just happened?

  He kissed her like that and then walked away? How could he?

  Because he’s trying to take things slow. Like you asked him.

  With a groan, she started stripping. She was her own worst enemy. She was also starting to think that she was into self-torture. Because she was about to have his hands all over her, without any respite in sight.

  Lord. Help. Her.

  It was just as awful as she’d suspected it would be.

  And far more wonderful.

  He turned her into goo. She hadn’t thought it possible to feel this relaxed while his hands were on her. Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed in her life. At one stage, she was pretty certain she’d fallen asleep while he was working the knots out of her shoulders.

  If he ever wanted a new career he could become a masseuse.

  No, scrap that. She didn’t want him touching anyone else. Crap. Seemed she was just as possessive of him as he was of her.

  “I’m going to lift the towel then you roll over, okay? I won’t peek.”

  “Really? You expect me to believe that?”

  “Okay, I’m totally going to look. We might as we lose the towel, huh?”

  “No,” she squeaked. Because that towel might be the only thing keeping her from begging him to fuck her.

  And she wasn’t ready for that, right?

  She tensed. Worried at her lip. He tugged her lip free. “Roll over. I won’t look and we’ll leave the towel in place.”

  She slid over and he went to work on her front. Only, this time she didn’t feel so relaxed. Did a masseuse go so low down a person’s chest? Until they were massaging the tops of their client’s breasts?

  Did they run their hands down their client’s sides, brushing against their breasts with their thumbs?

  Did they massage their tummies? Getting closer and closer to their mound?

  Definitely not.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  She whimpered. All that covered her was a towel and a pair of wet panties. If she spread her legs would he smell her pleasure? What if he brushed his hand against her mound? He’d feel how wet she was for him.

  Like he doesn’t know anyway.

  “I can’t.”

  “Jewel,” he whispered. It was cajoling and warning all at once. She shivered. It spoke to something deep inside her.

  To the part of her that craved dominance. But only his brand.

  She found herself spreading her legs. She couldn’t move them far; the table wasn’t that wide. But to her shock, he grabbed her left leg, holding her calf against his hip while he ran his other hand up the inside of her thigh. Right up to the crease where her pussy and thigh met.

  Had she ever been this turned-on?

  Not that she could remember. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy so wet it was embarrassing. If only she could have a few moments to herself, she could get rid of this need thrumming through her veins.

  He was the only person in years to make her feel like this.

  Scratch that. He was the only person ever. Even before Maxwell and the hell he’d rained down on her.

  “Stop thinking,” he commanded.

  “It doesn’t work like that. You can’t command someone to stop thinking. It’s impossible.”

  “Either you stop thinking, or I do it for you.”

  He took that moment to run his finger down her panty-covered slit. She let out a cry and half-sat.

  “You can’t!”

  “Damn, you’re wet. You need to come.”

  “I don’t.” Total lie. She absolutely needed to come. She just knew that she wouldn’t be able to. Not with him.

  Not with any man.

  He moved to her other leg, massaging her inner thigh.

  “I won’t go any further. Just some pleasure.”

  She wanted to. Lord, she wanted to.

  “Just a touch. A taste.”

  “I-I can’t! Please.” She shook. With need. With denial. With a stab of fear.

  “Okay, shh. It’s okay, baby. You’re in charge.”

  He finished up his massage at her feet. And she felt like crying.

  “Shit, baby. This was meant to relax you. I’m fucking sorry. I know I’m pushy, but I promise to back off.”

  She nodded, unable to say anything else.

  “It’s time to do your nails.”

  Fifteen minutes later, she was sitting in a massage chair, wrapped up in the softest robe in the world while the craziest guy in the world knelt at her feet, concentrating fiercely as he painted her toenails.

  This was insane.

  This was bliss.

  She’d stripped out of her damp panties in the bathroom before slipping on the robe he’d put in there for her. She probably should have gotten dressed but once she’d touched the robe, she’d known that clothes would never do.

  Maybe she’d wear this robe forever.

  “What was that sigh for?”

  “I love this robe.”

  He grinned up at her. “I’ll buy you a hundred.”

  He probably would too.

  “Those have to dry.”

  She glanced down at the hot pink nails. He’d pulled the curtains back to let in more light after her massage finished so he could see better.

  “Hand.” He held out his hand patiently. She reached out then snatched it back when she realized he’d see what she’d done.

  “I’ll do my fingernails.”

  His brow furrowed. “Nope. Hand.”

  “But you might smudge them.” Doubtful, he’d painted her toenails like he did everything else. Extremely well and with complete focus. No wonder he made a good sniper.

  “Why’d you go into the armed forces?” she asked.

  He raised an eyebrow. “I enlisted when I was twenty because I knew that otherwise I’d get dragged into the family business. Plus, I thought the discipline would be good for me. Now, give me your hand.”

  She really didn’t want to.

  Damn. It.

  “Fine.” With a sigh, she held out her hand.

  He frowned down at her sore-looking finger. The nail was bitten down past the tip.

  “When did this happen?” he growled.

  “I was nervous about calling Sunny and Reyes.”

  “Jewel.”

  “I know. I don’t know why I was so worried.”

  “I got some of that stuff that tastes nasty when you bite your nails. I’ll put that on after I paint them.”

  She grimaced. That stuff tasted like shit. “How’d you know about that?”

  “I asked the lady in the store.”

  Good Lord.

  “I don’t like it when you hurt yourself.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Baby blue, you’re fucking perfect. But I do not like what goes on in your head and what it leads you to think or do.”

  Fuck. She knew he was right.

  “You still want to talk to someone? Because I’ve been doing some research into possible therapists.”

  Of course he had. She nodded. “When this is over.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I’m scared,” she admitted.

  “I know.”

  “And tired. So fucking tired.”

  “I know, baby.” He was putting the anti-bite stu
ff on.

  “Not just physically.” She opened her eyes as he finished, staring down at her nails. They were painted perfectly. Even the mangled ones.

  “Accepting help doesn’t make you weak.”

  “Logically, I know that.”

  He moved between her open legs, and cupped her ass, pulling her forward so her pussy was against his chest. She sucked in a breath. “I just want to breathe for a while, without everything weighing me down.”

  “Do you trust me to take over for a while?”

  She knew what he was asking. “I want to try.”

  “That’s my brave girl.”

  “I don’t know how,” she confessed. “Even when I . . . when I submitted at the club I was never truly in the scene.”

  “Because you need to trust someone fully to give all of yourself. And letting out this side of you, it’s the biggest trust exercise of all. Falling and hoping someone will catch you.”

  He got it. He always got it.

  And there was something she needed to say. It was so difficult. Painful. But it needed to be said.

  “Please, Daddy, I need your help.”

  17

  So she hadn’t expected to end up in a giant bubble bath.

  On her own.

  She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d thought would happen. It wasn’t that she didn’t like having baths. But being on her own just gave her time to think.

  Not necessarily a good thing.

  With a sigh, she leaned back against the edge of the bath. He’d left the door slightly open. And while he peeked in occasionally to check on her, he hadn’t said a word.

  Hell, he’d barely even snuck a peek while helping her into the bath.

  She wasn’t sure if she should feel grateful to him for respecting her stupid boundaries.

  Or disappointed.

  “Right, baby blue, time to get out.”

  She squeaked, sitting up and nearly sliding under the water.

  “Whoa.” He leaped over to her side and helped her sit up with a frown. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you bathe by yourself.”

  “I can take a bath by myself,” she snarked. “You just startled me.”

  He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her. And that he would be doing what he liked anyway.

  “Out you come.”

  She went to pull herself out but he put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “Daddy helps you out. You can’t do it on your own.”