Jake

Her body was soft against mine, her lips sweeter than honey. I hadn’t meant to kiss her. But that sassy way she had about her broke my control. I’d wanted her mouth since she’d walked through my door.

I’d expected her to slap me or push me away. But her hands dug into the back of my scalp and pulled me closer. My body hardened like hot steel dipped into a bucket of water. I let my hands drop from her hair to explore her curves, landing to cup her ass.

She was easy to lift and she did me a favor by winding her legs around me. Not here, I thought, and carried her around to the front of the house. I stopped and listened. The house was quiet. I climbed the few stairs and opened the door, barely pausing as Honey consumed me.

Her room was out. Dad was back that way. Jamie was in her room playing music. She loved to sing. According to her, it was the one time when her words flowed.

I walked us down the hall and prayed my daughter didn’t come out. I wasn’t ashamed of Honey, but I wasn’t ready to explain the birds and the bees.

The door to my room opened easily. We plowed in. Honey giggled and I wanted to kick the door closed, but I opted to take my time and lock it before I let her slide slowly to her feet.

Guileless eyes met mine.

“We—” I began.

She placed a finger over my lips, silencing my need to give her an out. Taking control, she lifted on her toes and pressed her mouth to mine again. Heat flared in me like wildfire, and there was no putting out the flames.

I ran my mouth over her throat and cupped her breasts until desire took over. I grabbed the fabric of the short bra thing she wore and pushed at it. She stepped back and easily whipped it over her head and tossed it to the side.

Her brow lifted in challenge. I worked at the buttons on my shirt. Then she was there, parting the fabric for me. Her hands slid over my chest to the top of my jeans. I pulled her tight against me and slid my hands over the stretchy material that clung to her ass.

She worked my fly and pushed my jeans to my knees. We stepped back, never letting our eyes part as we finished ridding ourselves of our clothes.

There she stood, gloriously naked with a body like the pinup girls in old calendars Dad had in the attic. I wrapped my hand around my cock, trying to tame the beast that had no patience for waiting. It had been far too long.

“What are you waiting for, soldier?” she asked.

My dick stood at attention and I stopped pussyfooting around. I claimed my woman, backing her up to my bed. She licked her plump lips so I kissed her sexy grin and tumbled us onto the mattress.

I left her lips in favor of her breasts, taking my time sucking each bud as my hand worked between her thighs. Her gasps came quicker.

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

She rubbed her body against my fingers as I worked them inside her. I could tell she was close and I’d yet to taste her. I moved a foot lower and buried my face in her heat. Her nails scraped over my scalp as I lapped and sucked, tongued and flicked until her back bowed off the bed. Her pussy clamped around my fingers like a vise.

I had to cover her cries with my free hand. When she went limp, I pulled back, licked my lips, and had the urge to shove my dick deep inside her. I resisted and moved around to the bedside table and took out a foiled package. I tore it with my teeth and sheathed myself before going back to her.

Her eyes were closed, but they opened when I pressed my mouth to hers, seeking entrance. I stroked the head of my cock over her entrance, once, twice, before I sank inside her. She was tight, her inner walls still vibrating from her orgasm. I groaned, afraid I wouldn’t be able to last, she felt so damn good.

I tangled my hands in her hair and found a rhythm. I held her gaze as I pumped inside of her. At one point, I pulled back enough to look down between us. Seeing me slide in and out of her only took me to climax faster. I bit off a curse and ran a thumb over her nub. Her eyes closed and she drew me down for a feverish kiss.

One of her legs hooked around me and the heel of her foot dug into my ass as she urged me on. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but power fueled my next strokes. The way she flung her head back, an expression of bliss on her face as her pussy convulsed around me, sent me over the edge.

Several more strokes, each longer than the last, and I’d spilled every last drop of my seed inside her. Thank God for the condom or she’d be pregnant for sure. Though the thought didn’t exactly scare me. There was something primal about filling her belly with my kid that kept me hard. In fact, I was sure I could go another round.

I collapsed on top of her for a few seconds before rolling to my side. I was about to coax her to my side when a piercing scream had me on my feet and shrugging into my jeans. I was halfway out the door, pulling my shirt on when I spotted Jamie pointing at a corner in her room.

“Sp–sp–sp,” she stammered.

She aimed at a corner where the ceiling met the wall. There, a spider the size of a half dollar hung out. I resisted the urge to say the word for her. The speech therapist we’d seen instructed that doing so wouldn’t be helpful. Jamie clung to my leg and I sighed. The black, eight-legged creature held no telltale signs that it was of the venomous variety.

With Jamie at my side, I walked over and lifted a hand. It took a few moments but the spider finally crawled into my open palm. Ranch life came with more than a few creepy crawlers and I didn’t want her to be afraid. I crouched and held out my hand.

“This one isn’t venomous. He’s more afraid of you than you are of him.”

Jamie hadn’t run, but she wasn’t exactly trying to pick up the spider, either. It tickled my palm as it moved to the back side of my hand. I wasn’t afraid of it, but I didn’t want it crawling up my sleeve. I blocked its path with my other hand.

“You don’t have to touch it, but you don’t have to be afraid, either.”

She nodded. “Let’s take him outside and set him free.”

I held the spider in one hand and took Jamie’s with my other. We ran into Dad in the hallway.

“Who’s that doing all that screaming?”

If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Dad had slipped back into the past since he hadn’t asked why Jamie was screaming. He blocked the hallway.

“Dad,” I said.

If he didn’t remember me, calling him that would set him off. Although Jamie had been going through this with me, at times I saw the hurt in her eyes when he didn’t remember her.

Dad blinked. “Jake.”

I expelled a breath, grateful that hadn’t lasted long.

“Yeah, Dad. Jamie and I are going to take this spider outside.”

He didn’t acknowledge her, but after a second gave a stiff nod. I could tell he struggled in that moment to remember, but had presence of mind to realize that he should know who Jamie was.

I walked by. I would’ve patted him on the shoulder, but both my hands were taken. At that moment I remembered Honey. Though my door was shut. I would apologize for my abrupt departure once I got Jamie, Dad, and the spider taken care of.