Chloe, Daddy's Sweet Ride
I concentrated on eating the maraschino cherry out of my Shirley Temple and looked out at the gorgeous view, pretending to ignore the fact Jax was looking at me like a hungry beast who just spotted a rabbit with a wounded leg.
“You never explained what rattled you in the store the first day I met you,” he growled.
I thought for a moment and said, “Have you ever heard of triggers?”
“You mean like the kind you find on a gun?
“Kind of. More like something happens to you in the present that triggers a really terrible memory. At a sensory level, it feels familiar, so you connect it to an experience when you felt that way. Your reptilian brain responds as if it’s in danger and reacts as if it’s back in that really unpleasant situation from the past, even when it’s not.”
“So, what triggered you on the day we met?”
“It’s not really dating conversation.”
“Chloe, I’ve been open about my deviant tendencies as a daddy. I really want to get to know you better.”
“I know. If you want me to get to know you, maybe you could answer some of my questions?” I asked him.
“Sure. I’m an open book.”
“My sister isn’t exactly known for her honesty. The other night she said some things I wanted to ask you about.”
I chewed on my plastic straw and ran the end over and over through the gap between my upper and lower teeth.
“I’ll do my best to answer your questions. Fire away.”
“I’m really sorry to ask you about this, but Roxy said your last relationship ended when your girlfriend killed herself.”
I saw Jax’s jaw muscles clench, and he stared out at the ocean with flinty eyes.
“It was actually ruled an unintentional overdose. She took pills.” He paused and considered the horizon. “But unless a person actually leaves a note in that kind of situation, it’s hard for the coroner to rule it a suicide. There was no question she was unhappy and had been for a long time.”
Well, that answered my question about Roxy’s accusation, that Jax was to blame as written in the suicide note. There was no note. I should have known it reeked of her scheming interventions.
“I’m sorry. That must’ve been really hard for you.”
“To be honest, I will never stop wondering if there was something I could’ve done to help save her. Sometimes, I still feel the guilt of being alive after she died.”
I felt the pull of sadness in my chest. This poor, sweet, bossy man had been hurt so badly.
“You should know I haven’t dated anyone since.”
“I shouldn’t have pried. I don’t want to open up old wounds for you.”
“Little girl, I want to share everything with you. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”
Jax reached over and grabbed the base of my ponytail in his hand and stroked his way to the end. Strange that such an innocent caress could make my heart beat faster.
My clam chowder came, and again I used it as an excuse to focus my attention elsewhere. Jax made me so nervous.
“On that note, Chloe, there are other rumors you may hear about me in town. You should know they charged me with felony assault after finding my ex’s pill pusher and kicking his ass. She had gotten her supply illegally. I ended up hiring an attorney who negotiated a deal to cover the douche nozzle’s medical bills. The charges against me were dropped, but it was still a pretty big deal in this small town for a while.”
I blew on the spoonful of my soup and put it in my mouth. “I know how this town can be with gossip. Is there anything else I should know about you?” I smiled up at Jax, feeling unexpectedly close to him after hearing his secrets.
“Only the things I plan to teach you when we’re alone someday. I’d like the day to come sooner rather than later, Chloe. I’m finding myself to be a very impatient man.”
Jax grabbed my hand and squeezed. He reached over and picked up my soup spoon, scooping some off the top, blew on it, and fed it to me. He continued to do so until the cup of chowder was gone, looking into my eyes with every spoonful and staring at my mouth every time I opened it to take a bite. There were a couple of times when he lightly groaned, watching my lips close over the spoon.
When I finished with my soup, Jax picked up his chair and pulled it around the table and set it next to me so he was facing me. He put one hand on either arm of my chair and leaned towards me to kiss my lips. His chest rumbled with a growl as the kiss deepened, and he licked at my mouth a little and moved one of his hands to the back of my head. Our kiss deepened, and I found my panties soaking themselves as if there were a leaking faucet between my legs.
My body was out of control. Clearly, a sex-seeking parasite inhabited it. I copied what Jax did, uncertain how to kiss him. I just moved my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer still. Again, he growled into my mouth.
The waiter appeared out of nowhere and cleared his throat behind Jax. Small town service was not strong on discretion.
“Your cheeseburger and fries, Sir. Shall I put them here?”
“Yes, it would be great. We can enjoy the sea view.”
“And you had the fish and chips, Miss. Correct?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
A-1 was my favorite with fries, and as I unscrewed the bottle and dumped a pool on my plate, Jax’s fingers found their way to my panties under the table.
My drenched panties.
“Daddy!” I whisper-scolded.
He ignored me, dipped one of my fries into the sauce, and fed it to me. “Be a good girl and eat your lunch. Maybe I’ll let you have dessert after."
He slid the fingers of his right hand up and down my engorged cleft and whispered, “Your daddy wants to be inside of you, baby girl. I’ve been dying to know. Shaved or not?”
I held a fry midway between plate and mouth when Jax slipped one finger under the white cotton edge of my undies and ran the tip of his finger along my freshly waxed pussy. One of the perks of being a salon owner.
This time, his moan held a twinge of agony to it. “Velvety. It’s like velvet.”
His finger went inside me. Luckily, the patio was empty, but I doubted even in a crowded restaurant I would have cared. I felt him slide two fingers inside, filling my tight hole.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered. “This right here is where I want to be.”
I felt my nipples harden under my sweater and turned my head to kiss him.
Jax slid his finger out of me, and rested the tip against my clit. The spot had been throbbing non stop since I met him. He started tracing slow circles over my aching hard jewel. I had to close my mouth and clamp my lips together to keep from moaning out loud.
He slid his fingers down to my wet pussy and then back up. His forefinger quickened, then slowed until I wanted to pull his hair and shriek.
Oh mercy. I was going to come right here on this patio.
He flicked my clit, rapidly, forcefully. The crescendo he built up broke over me. I came hard and grabbed the arms of my chair, lifting my bum slightly off the seat to stay the tremors.
I was panting as if I had just run around a track. What would the waiter think if he came out now?
His gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes, and I shivered beneath his praise, “Such a good girl coming for Daddy. Now, finish your lunch.”