Daddy's Little Cowgirl Page 5

  Oh hell.

  Slowly, he pushed the anal thermometer into her bottom. She whimpered. Not that it hurt or anything. Just kind of embarrassing.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing her lower back. “That’s my good girl. Just lie nice and still and let Daddy take care of you.” He drew the thermometer back out. “Oh, baby. 101.3. You’re a sick little girl, aren’t you?”

  “I’ll be okay, Daddy,” she said bravely. “I just needs some sleep.”

  “Well, you’ll be getting plenty of that.” He grabbed her some clean panties and waited until she rolled to her back to put them on her. Then he tucked the covers around her. “I’m going to call Doc and get him to come check on you.”

  “Nooo,” she groaned. She’d already had the, umm, dubious pleasure of meeting Doc when she’d first moved here. He’d requested her medical records from her doctor back home and he’d also set her up with a specialist for her Lupus. She was grateful to have a doctor close by and who wouldn’t cost her anything to visit. But his bedside manner was more than a little brisk.

  “Sweet pea, I know Doc can be a bit abrupt and grumpy, but he’s good at his job. And I promise, he cares about everyone on this ranch.”

  “It’s just a cold.” She let out a barking cough. Uh-oh.

  Macca frowned. “That doesn’t sound good. Even if it is just a cold, I would prefer Doc check you over, okay?”

  “All right,” she said reluctantly, knowing it didn’t actually matter what she said. Doc would be coming no matter what.

  “Good girl. Here you go.” He slid her pacifier between her lips. “I’ll go call him then I’ll get you something else to drink. Do you feel like eating?”

  “No, throat sore.”

  “Okay. Just rest.”

  She must have fallen asleep. Because she woke up to the sound of deep voices and the feeling of the blankets being tugged off her.

  “Hey!” She reached out and swatted the hands away.

  “Gigi,” Macca said to her soothingly. “It’s just me and Doc. He wants to take your temperature.”

  “Not again,” she groaned around her pacifier. Oh crap. She tugged it out of her mouth, feeling slightly embarrassed to be seen sucking on it. “You just took it, Daddy.”

  “That was an hour ago.”

  “Roll her onto her side facing away from me, Macca. Then try to distract her. Littles tend to get a bit upset when I take their temperature. Don’t know why, perfectly acceptable way to take a Little’s temperature. Always gotta make a fuss.”

  She ignored Doc’s grumbling, as Macca rolled her over and slipped down her panties. Her legs were curled up to her chest. She whimpered but was too tired to put up a protest as the thermometer was slipped into her bottom once more.

  “Shh, baby girl. It’s going to be okay. You feel pretty bad, huh?” Macca sympathized.

  She nodded, wincing as it hurt her head. Macca grabbed hold of her pacifier again, putting it in her mouth. “Don’t be embarrassed. Doc’s seen it all.”

  “Sure have. I’m a doctor, ain’t nothing that embarrasses me,” he replied. Sometimes she thought he sounded more like he was eighty than somewhere in his late-thirties.

  The thermometer was slid out and Macca quickly raised her panties up and settled the covers around her once more. Then he laid a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “How’s her temperature?” Macca asked.

  Doc grunted. “Not good. 102. Right, little girl. Let’s hear your lungs. Think you can sit up for me and lean forward?”

  She nodded. Macca helped her sit, raising up her pajama top so Doc could listen to her lungs. Then he checked her pulse, throat and ears before letting her lie back down.

  “Good news is her lungs sound fine. Bad news is she’s got a very red throat. I need to take a swab to check for strep throat. Got any popsicles?”

  “Ahh, don’t think I do.”

  Doc grunted again. “I’ve got some. Will drop them over. Sucking on them will help her throat.” He drew something out of his bag that looked like the pacifier she was sucking on, except it had a bulb at one end. Then he got out a bottle and a syringe and unscrewed the bulb. He used the syringe to extract some medicine then placed it in the bulb.

  “This is adult liquid acetaminophen. I got a supply of these pacifiers the other day. When they’re sucked on, the medicine is released gradually. Now, you’ll need to follow the amounts I’ll write down for her. But seems might be a good option for her rather than anal suppositories.”

  Ahh. Yeah, she’d agree with that.

  “Take her temperature regularly. Plenty of rest and fluids. If it continues to climb or is still over 101 by tonight call me again.” Doc handed her the medicine-filled pacifier. She swapped it with her old one. The feel of it was different but not bad.

  “Follow my instructions, little miss. No getting up unless it’s for the toilet. Drink lots.” He turned to Macca. “You might want to use a bottle as she’s going to be pretty tired. Any questions?”

  “No, I think I’ve got it.”

  “Good. I’ve got other things to do.” He packed up and left.

  That was abrupt.

  “Hmm, he was quite friendly today,” Macca commented.

  She pulled out the pacifier. “How could you tell?”

  “Well, Doc has two modes. Grumpy and grumpier. Today he was just grumpy.” He pushed the pacifier back into her mouth. “Keep that in there, sweet pea. You heard what Doc said. I’m going to go and get you a bottle. You just rest and let me take care of you.”

  She sighed. She might feel utterly miserable but at least she had people around her who cared.

  7

  Gigi did a quick check of her outfit in the mirror.

  Cowgirl boots. Check.

  Cowgirl hat. Check.

  Macca’s shirt half-unbuttoned so that it showed a lot of skin. Check.

  Nothing else. Check.

  She smiled to herself. She looked pretty damn sexy, even if she did say so herself. Time to embrace her inner cowgirl. It had been several days since Macca had taken her on her first picnic. He’d kept her in bed for several days until he was certain she was fully recovered. He’d been treating her like glass.

  But tomorrow he had to return to work. Which she was sad about, but she knew he loved working as a security specialist for JSI.

  So tonight, she was giving him a send-off she hoped he would remember.

  She strode towards the living room where he was watching T.V. She wasn’t looking forward to him leaving. Even though she knew everyone here kept an eye on each other. Macca had explained that people would drop in on her regularly and that if she needed to, she could stay at the big house with Clint and Charlie.

  She wouldn’t be doing that. She didn’t know them well enough. But it did make her feel better to know she wasn’t on her own.

  She cleared her throat as she leaned against the doorway. She crossed her arms under her breasts, thrusting them up and giving her a bit of cleavage.

  Macca turned to look at her, then froze.

  “Hello, cowboy,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice.

  It seemed to work as his gaze heated, running down over the cute yellow cowgirl hat he’d found her online down her shirt-clad body to her naked legs and cowgirl boots.

  “Well, hello there, cowgirl.”

  She stepped forward. She wasn’t really used to taking the lead when it came to sex, but tonight she was going to be brave and bold.

  Not two words she’d ever really use to describe herself.

  She walked up to where he sat on the sofa then carefully straddled his lap. Carefully, because she didn’t want to slip and accidentally knee him in the groin. That would totally ruin her plans for tonight.

  His gaze moved to her chest. Reaching out, he slid his hands up her thighs. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

  “Yes. Do you mind?”

  “Hell, no. It looks much, much better on you that it does on me.”

  She grin
ned. “So, I can keep it?”

  “As long as you always wear it like this, it’s all yours.” His hand moved higher up her thigh until he reached her ass. Then he paused. “Do you have any underwear on?”

  “No.”

  “Damn, baby.”

  “You like?”

  He grinned. “I’d have to be dead not to love this.”

  “Good.” She leaned in to nibble at his lips. “Because ever since I saw you riding Beast, I’ve been thinking of you, walking around dressed in some jeans, boots and a cowboy hat.” She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head so she could run her fingers down his chest.

  “That could be arranged,” he told her huskily.

  She kissed her way down his neck as he moved his hands to the buttons of her shirt.

  Gigi drew back with a shake of her head and a smile.

  He raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. He wasn’t used to her taking charge. But she had something in mind she wanted to do. She slid down onto her knees on the floor. Luckily, he had a soft rug on the floor. She reached for his jeans, staring up into his gaze.

  “You sure, baby?” he asked, his arousal clear to see.

  “Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Please.”

  He helped her tug his jeans down over his ass and she drew them completely off until he sat there, naked, his cock thick and erect. She licked her lips, settling herself between his spread legs once more. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she ran her tongue over the tip.

  “Holy hell. Gigi, feels so good.” He ran his fingers through her hair. She drew back slightly.

  “Hands away from me,” she ordered.

  An eyebrow rose. She wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to take this. Macca was a dominant guy.

  But a small smile tugged at his lips and he placed his arms along the back of the sofa.

  “All right, baby. I’ll play along. For the moment,” he added.

  “Thank you. I promise, you’ll like this.”

  “Oh, I’m damn sure I will.” He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she took the head of his shaft into her mouth. She sucked him in, taking as much of him as she could then moving slowly back up his shaft. She wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, exploring him thoroughly with her tongue before taking him deep once more.

  “Christ, Gigi. Feels so good.” His voice held a breathless note and satisfaction filled her. She took him in fast then slowly drew him out.

  In and out.

  She could hear his breathing growing faster, could feel the tension in his body growing. Her hat grew annoying and she reached up to fling it away as she increased her speed. Gently, she cupped his balls with her free hand.

  His deep groan filled the room.

  “Baby, I’m close to coming. If you don’t want to swallow, you need to stop.”

  Nope. She wasn’t stopping. The moan of pleasure he made as he came in her mouth filled her with satisfaction. She swallowed him down with a murmur, making certain to lick his shaft clean. When he was spent, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him with a grin.

  “Good, cowboy?”

  He chuckled and reached down for her, pulling her up so she was straddling his lap.

  “Good? No, it wasn’t good. It was freaking amazing. You are so sexy. Even more so when you’re wearing my clothes.”

  He slowly undid her shirt buttons. “But as much as I enjoyed that, and I did. A lot. I need to touch you now.”

  He drew the sides of her shirt apart, revealing her breasts. Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over the taut nipples. She gasped, her head falling back slightly, her hair sliding down her back.

  “Are you wet, Gigi?” he murmured as he lightly twisted her nipples. “Did you get wet from sucking me off?”

  “Y-yes,” she cried out, knowing he could easily discover the truth for himself if he wanted to.

  “Show me. Run your fingers through your lips, press them deep inside that pretty pussy and show me.”

  Oh hell. She slid her fingers down her tummy, aware she was blushing as he followed the trail. She brushed them along her liquid-coated folds and pressed them up inside her. A small whimper left her mouth.

  “Does that feel good, baby? Having your fingers pressed deep inside you? Or do you need more?”

  “More!”

  “What would you like, baby? My fingers inside you? Maybe a toy? Or what about my cock?”

  “All of it!”

  He chuckled. “Greedy wee thing. Show me how wet you are. Hold your fingers up for me.”

  She drew them out slowly, holding up the dew-coated digits. He lightly grasped hold of her hand, drawing her fingers towards his mouth and sucking on them.

  She groaned at the sensation, imagining his mouth in other places.

  “You taste so good,” he told her. “Makes me want more. Maybe I should eat you until you scream. Or perhaps I should make you ride me. Would you like that, baby?”

  “Yes, please. Both. Either.” She just wanted to come. His fingers hadn’t stopped their relentless assault on her nipples. She could feel him growing hard, pressing against her pussy. He let go of her breasts, moving his hands lower until they cupped her hips then around to squeeze her ass.

  He suddenly stood, holding her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck as he walked into the bedroom. He sat her down on the edge of the bed then proceeded to tug off each of her boots.

  She dragged off her shirt, throwing it onto the floor.

  “Lay back, baby. I need to taste you.”

  She didn’t need to be asked twice. She lay back, groaning as he pushed her thighs apart.

  “Grab hold of your legs, I want you to keep them up and wide for me.”

  Oh hell. She took hold of her legs behind her knees and drew them up and out. She knew she was completely on display and for a while, he didn’t say anything, didn’t touch her. She closed her eyes, knowing he was staring at her.

  “So beautiful. So wet. So sweet.” He ran a finger down her slit then pressed it deep into her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure as he began to thrust it in and out of her passage. He moved to two fingers, moving them faster and faster. It wasn’t enough, though. She wanted his mouth on her. She wanted his cock inside her. She needed him.

  “More! More, please.”

  “More what? What do you need? Tell me, Gigi.”

  She still found it a little embarrassing to vocalize her needs. But she knew he would wait until she answered him. Even if it took all night. And she didn’t have all night. She wanted to come. Desperately.

  “I want your mouth on me. Please. And your cock inside me.”

  He kissed the side of her thigh. “Good girl for telling me.”

  Warmth filled her. She loved hearing that pleased note in his voice. Loved knowing she’d given him what he needed.

  Then he gave her what she needed, placing his mouth around her clit and sucking strongly.

  “Ohhh,” she cried out, pressing her legs further back against her body as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy while playing with her clit. He tapped it, circled it, driving her insane. Another finger pressed inside her.

  “Please, please, I need to come.”

  “Come then, baby. Let me hear you scream.” He tapped her clit with firm strokes of his tongue that sent her soaring over the edge into bliss. She barely felt him moving, leaning over her then his cock was entering her pulsating pussy. It added another layer to her pleasure and she cried out again as he pushed deep.

  He grabbed hold of her hips, tugging her until her bottom half was in the air. Then he drove himself in and out of her.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come around my cock.”

  “I can’t.” She thrashed her head back and forth on the mattress. Was he insane? She’d only just come!

  “Gigi,” he said warningly.

  With a small whimper, she lightly touched her swollen clit. It was too
much. And yet it felt so good. She gently rubbed the tight nub as he took her higher and higher. Then suddenly, he drew out and flipped her over.

  “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commanded.

  She got onto her hands and knees and he grasped hold of her hips once more, driving himself into her. She let out a low cry. God, it felt so good.

  A sharp smack landed on her ass. The slight bite of pain had her clenching down around him.

  “Yes. Please. Do that again.” Another smack to her ass. Another cry from her. “Keep touching yourself.”

  She reached down, rubbing her clit once more as he alternated strokes of his cock with slaps to her ass. Her need grew, her arousal deepening and she knew she was close.

  “You’re coming with me, baby,” he told her. Slap!

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Good girl. That’s it. Take yourself higher. Now, baby. Come!”

  She yelled out as she came, her head dropping, a pleasure so deep and fulfilling that she actually felt drained. She heard him groan as he followed her over.

  She slumped forward on the bed as Macca slid free. He rubbed her ass gently. “Are you all right, baby?”

  “Dead. I’m dead.”

  He let out a chuckle. “I know the feeling. Just lie there. Let me take care of you.”

  She heard him walk away. When he returned, he rolled her gently onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He started cleaning her up with a warm washcloth. Her cheeks heat. But she didn’t protest or try to press her legs together. She knew that he needed this as much as she did.

  After he’d cleaned her up, he lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her so she rested half on top of him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back and she pressed her face into his chest.

  “So, you like being a cowgirl, huh?”

  “I think I was born for the role, don’t you?”

  He laughed. “Got to say, never seen a sexier cowgirl in my life.”

  She grinned. “I can’t wait to start my riding lessons.” She sighed and snuggled into his side. “I wish you didn’t have to go anywhere.”

  “Me too. Toughest part about my job is going to be leaving you. But at least I know you’ll be here, safe and sound, when I get home. And you can call me whenever you need to. Lots of people will check in on you. If you need something, all you have to do is ask them.”