Davis

“THIS IS SO WEIRD.”  Her hair is soaked on the sides where it wasn’t covered by that crazy John Deere ball cap.  “Don’t you think so?  I mean, weird.”

“Just put this on.”  I yank off my thick flannel and wrap it around her shivering body.  I’ve got her sitting in the passenger seat of the truck with the door open while I check her over to be sure there’s no other injuries.  “What the fuck were you thinking anyway?  Driving out here alone in an ice storm?  What if I didn’t see your lights?  What if no one came around?”

My voice is sharper than I intend, but there’s an anger rumbling inside me that she could have been seriously hurt.  Or worse.

She shrinks back a bit at my words and I bring my eyes to hers, my hands to her shoulders, feeling the softness of her hair beneath my fingers.

“Sorry. I’m not pissed at you.”  I can’t help but bring a thumb to trace her jaw, and I watch as her eyes brighten.  My cock is raging behind my zipper.  “Just...yes, this is fucking weird.  Finding you here.  You could have been really hurt and—call me crazy—but that thought just doesn’t sit well with me at all.”

A twist of a smile hints those pouty lips and that dimple comes out to taunt me.

“That’s sweet.  I don’t even think my own father would care that much.”

She bites into her bottom lip and brings her left hand up between the cage of my forearms to scratch her nose.

My anger boils again.  Rage fills me as I see her finger graced with an enormous diamond. But that’s not all, her finger is a reddish blue and the ring is digging into her flesh.

“That fucking ring is cutting off your circulation.”

She flips her hand over to look at it.

“I know.  My father had it sized too small.  I tried to get it off.”

The words ‘get it off’ make me happy in several ways.

“You want it off?”  I hold my breath, waiting for the answer.  Even though, in my heart, there’s no way she’s engaged to anyone else.  She may be wearing that ring, but that doesn’t mean shit.  She’s mine.

My next thought throws my burning anger into a wildfire.  What if her fiancé, or whatever the fuck he is, has touched her?  The thought of anyone else even sniffing around her sends me into a near homicidal state.

“Yes.”  I hear the sad undertone in her word and decide it’s time to get her back to my place.  It may only be a trailer, but over the years, I’ve managed to learn how to live well in a forty foot pull behind.

The rain is soaking me, standing in the open door, but even with that it’s hard as hell to take my hands from her.

“First things first.  I’m going to get you safe and dry, and tend to this bump and that cut.  Then we will discuss this ring.  Understood?”  I wait until she gives me a small nod before I take a breath, break our contact and put my hands on the door.  Before I close it, I can’t help but lean in, set my lips on the parting of her hair and say, “That’s my girl.”

Inside the truck, I blast the heat.

“My family’s cabin is that way.”  She points as I direct the truck back across the worn tracks in the open field that head back toward the derrick.

“Not risking that road.  I know we’ll make it back this way to the drill site and my place.  You’re coming with me there.”

I look over to see her eyes go wide.  She’s not scared, but there’s a new trepidation in the way she’s tugging her fingers with her other hand, in the way she brings her knees together.

“What’s with that hat?”  I decide to try to change the subject.  I point to the dash where I set the crazy John Deere trucker’s hat she was wearing.  Curiosity has the better of me because I want to know what a fancy girl like her that is driven around in a limo is going with that sort of hat on her beautiful head. 

A soft giggle escapes her lips, and I’m wrapped around her finger again.  For such a hard-assed old guy, my heart melts like Easter chocolate under a heat lamp.

“I like it.  Don’t you like it?”  She picks it up from where I set it on the dash and pops it back on top of her head, modeling it for me. She twists her neck to and fro giving me a playful look.

“Uh huh.  You’d make a gunny sack look good.”

“Gunny sack?”  She puzzles and I realize I’m dating myself.  Turning forty didn’t seem all that old to me when I woke up this morning, but being around Dahlia has me wishing I could turn back the hands of time a bit.  She may be mine, but I’m still plagued that a girl like her would ever find me attractive.

“Never mind.”  I grouse, hitting a bump in the road and sending a little yelp from her.

“Wow.  I may need to hold onto something.”  She shifts her hips closer to me and I swear... the way she just bit her lip again... I’m fucked if she isn’t flirting with me.  “Well, as far as the hat?  I do like it, but I also know my father would have an absolute cow if he saw me wearing it, so that’s a bonus.  Seeing I can wear it, he won’t see it, therefore I won’t get punished.  But I have the passive aggressive upper hand just knowing it’s on my head.  If my phone was working, I’d show you, I took like ten selfies in it.”

Another hip shift and she’s pressed up against the console that separates us.  Her arm is resting there, left hand dangling down, and I catch the sparkle off that fucking ring again. 

“I’ll get your phone in some silicone beads I have, hopefully revive it.  And, I’m going to cut that ring off as soon as we get to my trailer.”  The force of my words match the force of my desire.  “You could lose your damn finger. Sorry, but whoever made you wear that thing is an asshole.”

“You’ve got that right.”  She whispers and the lightness in her voice is gone.

I reach over, lift her hand and put it in mine.  She’s so soft, I can barely feel her skin.  I trace up and down her ring finger with mine, hurt by how cold the skin feels.

Imagining her hands on me sends drops of cum out of my swollen erection.  The image of both those sweet hands wrapped around my shaft while I feed it into her mouth sends white lights dancing in my vision and my balls jerk.

By the time we pull up in front of my trailer, the blood is thumping in my ears.  The lights from inside cast squares of yellow out the windows onto the ground, glinting from the half-frozen rain.

“Stay there.”  I growl as I jump out the driver’s door, letting her hand go just for the few seconds it takes me to whip around the front of the truck.  I nearly fall on my ass three times before I get to her door and open it.  “Careful.  Do not let go of me.”  I order as get a feel for the icy ground, preparing to walk her to the door on the side of my trailer.

She eases her way down, a hand on my offered arm, and I move to shut the door.

“Oh!  Wait...”  She leans back in the truck, snatching that ugly ass green hat from the dash.  “Don’t want to forget this.”  Popping it back on her head like a crown, she turns back, both hands on my arm this time, and I think I’d do anything for her.  I’d kill for this girl and I don’t even fucking know her last name.

“Geez, this is crazy, this ice.” 

The frozen pellets sting as they hit my face but all I really feel is the way her grasp is tightening around my arm as we walk.  I swallow hard, clearing my throat as I guide her up the stairs into the dry warmth of my version of home.

“Oh my God.” 

Inside her eyes turn wide and her mouth drops open in a stunned smile.  “This is beautiful.  And immaculate.  I figured, you know, bachelor living on the road and all.  I imaged opened cans of Spaghetti O’s and beer bottles everywhere.  You have a maid?  Or did you just buy this today and haven’t used it yet?”

With a gruff half chuckle, I walk her over to the leather sofa and sit her down. 

Fuck if she’s looking just perfect sitting there.  Like that spot has belonged to her forever.  I’ll never be able to look at that sofa again and not remember this moment. 

I grab a towel from the cabinet over the sink and find a box of Band-Aids in the first aid kit, then take a seat beside her.  Her clothes are soaked and my oversized flannel hangs nearly down to her knees.

She’s looking at me with something I can’t quite identify. She’s not scared but she’s not sure either.

“I’m not going to hurt you.  I’ll never hurt you, Dahlia.”  Staring into her eyes as she blinks, I can see she believes me.

“I know.”

“I’m Davis. Davis Warren.  Yes, this is my home.  I run oil drills all across the country.  But I’m here in Texas a good part of my time.”

I reach to take off her ball cap, then proceed to dry her face and her hair as she sits silently.  I bandage the tiny cut on her arm, then the one on her forehead, wishing the whole time I had been there sooner to prevent any harm from coming to her.

Touching her is sending desire flooding through me. Her scent engulfs me; she smells like roses and candy.  Every part of her is perfection.  I count every one of ten amazing freckles on her nose, note the flawlessness of her skin.  Zero make up, I see that right away, and a girl like her should never bother because it could only take away from her natural beauty.

But my stomach knots as I finish drying her.

“I’m going to get something and cut that ring off.”  I state, leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, please.”  She answers and her hand comes down to rest on my thigh.  “It hurts and I want it off.”

My nerve endings come alive where she’s touching me but I shift and stand to go to the tool cabinet at the back of the trailer, then come back with a small pair of metal snips, two small pliers stuffed into my back pocket and a tiny strip of copper sheet that I dabbed with machine oil.  I’ve got a lifetime of tools for almost every purpose you would need out here, between this cabinet and the back of my pickup, and I’m thankful as hell for that right now.

“Okay, palm up.” I make my voice soft as I take a seat across from her, resting on the small coffee table.  My knees frame hers and she complies, setting her tiny hand face up on my left knee.

Her finger is clearly not getting enough blood. It’s a soft blue right now, but I know this can’t happen quickly enough.

“Is it going to hurt?”  She whispers, her eyes glued to where I’m working the slick tiny strip of copper just under the gold band.

“What did I say about hurting you?”  I work quickly but the discomfort of my erection is distracting as fuck. 

“That you’d never hurt me.”

“Damn right.”  I swallow and concentrate on the point where I’ve got the snips positioned.  “Spread your fingers.”

She does as she’s told without question, and I wonder if I chose the words deliberately because very soon I will be saying the same thing about her legs, ordering her to spread them.  I need in there.  I need to taste her and touch her.  Sink my fingers, tongue and dick into her slick softness and claim her as mine.  Because that deep, primal part of me is awake, and it knows what this is.  This is me finding my mate. 

The next second, the snip and click of the metal cutters does its job and I hear her release a sigh of relief and surprise.  I’ve got two sets of pliers quickly on either side of the white gold band in a flash, spreading the metal, and as quickly as I can I slip the obscenely large diamond off her tiny doll-like finger.

“Phew.”  She looks up and smiles, that dimple on display, and her eyes light up.  “That feels better now, doesn’t it?”

“Does for me.”  I admit, before asking the question that hangs in the air.  “Will you tell me why this ring was on your finger in the first place?”

She tugs her lips to the left and that dimple puckers, making my lust filled mind think of her two ripe ass cheeks and the tight hole that must be waiting there for me.

“I barely know him.  It’s...”  Her voice trails off and she looks down where I’m rubbing her cool finger back to warm pink.  “Like an arranged marriage, I guess?”  Her eyes light back to mine, half squinted.  “Almost like a business deal. Sounds so old-world, and I guess it is.  Why they couldn’t just do a contract I’m not sure.  It’s like Game of Thrones, Texas style.”

“Well, you do understand you are not fucking engaged anymore?”  I should say something better.  More soothing, pretty words, but that’s not me.  I’m a simple guy and no amount of effort is going to change that.  My brusque manner is just who I am and from the twinkle in her eyes, there’s something about it she understands.

I toss the ring into a dish on the coffee table, then turn back to see her smile again before leaning forward, throwing her arms around my neck and her lips meet my cheek.

Control is lost.  My arms go around her waist and I pull her closer to me, my mouth finding her neck as I lift her up, holding her against me.  Then I turn and set us down on the sofa with her on my lap facing me.

She sucks in a breath as she leans back, squirming a little on my lap and sending my dick into near spasms from the movement.

When our eyes meet, we don’t speak.  We hold that connection for what feels like forever in silence.  Not uncomfortable, but speaking volumes about whatever this crazy connection is between us, two people that barely know each other, and yet know everything they need to know.

Her knees soften and settle on the sides of my hips and the feel of her soft body as she sits on top of me has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.  She’s my own personal doll and I’d do anything to protect her. To take care of her.

“Thank you for saving me.”  She opens her lips slightly and her tongue comes out for a quick second.  I know she’s talking about picking her up out there in the storm, but I can’t help hoping that she means more. 

“I’m going to kiss you, Dahlia.  Then, I’m going to get you out of those wet clothes, feed you something warm and tuck you into bed.”  It’s closing in on one in the morning and I’m as awake as I’ve ever been, but making sure she gets her sleep is priority.

A wash of disappointment crosses her face and it hurts me, but there’s no way I’m taking her tonight.  As much as my mind and body are ready, my heart says it’s not quite time.  I want this, this little girl to sleep here while I keep watch.  I want to make her understand I don’t just want what her body can give me, I want her heart and her mind as well.  Even more.  The rest is the reward.

“Then kiss me.  I’m right here.”

She taunts me with a playful wink and my hands dart up to grip around the back of her neck, holding her tight.  The muscles in my shoulders quiver, holding back.  I’m a brute.  I have no delusions about the situation here.  She is a princess and I’m the caveman come to take her from all things refined.

Hunger courses through me and I have to concentrate on my inner promise to not take her tonight.  My cock throbs under my jeans, cum is dripping out and the muscles in my core turn to steel.

I pull her face to mine; our lips connect and I’m greedy. Not soft.  Not playful.  Sparks flash behind my eyelids as I close them and savor this moment.

I’m taking the first taste of what’s mine and a near rage swirls around me as my tongue dives between her lips, exploring and letting the first flavor of her brand me.  If there was any doubt this angel was meant to be mine a moment ago, it is gone.

Her knees tighten on the sides of my body, her torso softens against me and her tongue whips around mine.  I attack her mouth; my hands moving into her hair to tangle and pull as a soft whimper looses from her and into my mouth.

She’s fierce, not shrinking from what I’m giving and she kisses me back with as much desire and force as she receives from me.  Her hips open and she sways on top of me, grinding softly into the length that aches between us.

On a gasp we pull back, her eyes on fire as I tighten my fingers into her hair letting her know who she is to me now.

With a low rumble in my chest, I rock her back and forth on my lap by the grip I have on her.  That anger bubbles up again and I have to know.

“Did your fiancé touch you?  Did you fucking kiss him like you just kissed me?”

Her cheeks flush brighter and her lashes flutter at the demanding questions.

She attempts to shake her head slightly, but I only hold her harder, wanting to control her movements.  My mind flips as her beauty and youth once again cast doubt on how she could want a man like me.  Old enough technically be her father and nothing to look at either.

When her mouth opens and she seductively runs her tongue along her bottom lip, my heart thrills at the way this little girl wants to play with me.

“Nope.”  She answers on a smile.  “In fact, this is the first tongue kiss I’ve ever had.  And I liked it.  A lot.”  She giggles and bobs her eyebrows at me.  “Did I do good?  Am I a good kisser?”

If I knew she belonged to me before, she’ll never be rid of me now.  Knowing she’s so untouched, so pure, it has the beast inside of me roaring to life.  I want to consume her into me in every way.  To provide for her.  To keep her from harm.  Anything that would wipe the smile from those pink lips, I would crush under my heel.

Words light in my mind I’d never considered before.  “Babygirl.”  Saying it out loud only throws flames on the heat inside me.  “I thought I’d kissed before, but what you just did?  That was my first real kiss.  The only kiss I’ll ever have again. The only kiss you’ll ever have.  You have no idea just how good you are.”

A quick shimmy of her hips and I have to bite my cheek to keep from losing myself.  Her eyes glaze over with need and the juxtaposition of her innocence mixed with rising lust is mesmerizing.

“I like that.  When you called me ‘Babygirl’... I got all fluttery inside.  This is so weird though, isn’t it? What’s going on...and you know what else?”

“What?”  I half stutter as I bring her mouth down close to mine.  I want to breathe in her words as she speaks.

“It makes me want to call you something to.”  Her warm exhale fills my nose as her voice softens.  “Actually, I felt it from the first moment I met you.  Like the word of God or something...  I felt like I wanted to call you ‘Daddy’.”

A rush of possessiveness, unlike anything I’ve felt before, consumes me. 

Her fingers come up and flutter on the sides of my jaw, leaving the sweetest caresses there and leaving me humbled, fascinated by this beautiful creature that’s just fallen out of the sky into my life.

She lets out a soft yelp as I tighten my hands into the roots of her hair, her lips brushing against mine as words I’ve never thought of before move out of me and into her.  “That’s because I am.  I am your Daddy.”