I don’t know why I enjoy the sort of pain he dishes out, but fuck me, I really do.
“Good girl.” He’s kissing all over my cheeks and neck. His fingers are no longer between my legs. Now, he’s washing me. When did he stop kissing me and grab the soap?
I’m panting. My arms are no longer around his neck. They’re limp by my sides. I must have been so blissed out that I missed a few beats. I don’t care. I’m too happy to care.
I hope to God nothing happens to rock this boat because I really like floating in this lake with my Daddy.
Chapter 20
Camden
* * *
My girl is so happy. I like to think I have something to do with it. After all, I managed to make her eyes roll back several times last night in the bath and then in our bed. I also woke her with my mouth between her legs once again.
I love watching her come. I love how uninhibited she is. How she grips the bedding. How her head tips back. How her mouth drops open. I especially like the way she cries out so loudly that the pictures on the wall are probably crooked now.
Seeing my girl with her sister makes me smile, too. The two of them are sitting at the table coloring while I clean up the kitchen after feeding them breakfast.
They’re giggling, and it’s musical. I don’t think Simone realized how much she missed her sister until Lillian showed up yesterday. Simone had done what she needed to do to get out of a toxic situation in her childhood home. She left her sister behind and never looked back. But I suspect in the back of her mind, it weighed on her, and now that Lillian is here, a huge pressure has lifted off her shoulders.
“Does he hang your pictures on the fridge?” Lillian asks. She thinks she’s whispering quietly enough for me not to hear, but she’s wrong. I’m grinning, glad I’m facing the sink so they can’t see me.
“Yes.”
Lillian sighs. “That’s so swoon-worthy.”
Simone giggles. “I don’t think swoon-worthy is a word.”
“It is now. I think you should take me to the club you belong to so I can find a Daddy like Camden and Jameson.”
I come to the table. “We can go to Surrender soon. Not right away, though. Simone needs some more time to recover first.”
I have no idea why I say this. It’s probably not true. Simone has done a one-eighty since she met with Quinten. I don’t know every detail of what they talked about, but the result has helped my girl climb out of her shell. I’m grateful, but I’m not quite ready to take her out of the house.
Part of me is just plain greedy. I don’t want to share her with the world yet. This dynamic is so new for us. I don’t want to upset the status quo. On top of that is the fact that I’m worried her attacker followed her home from Surrender. That unnerves me so deeply that I can’t stand the thought of going near the club just yet. I don’t care if he saw her inside the club and stalked her or perhaps waited for her in the parking lot.
It’s possible neither of those things happened. It’s more likely she was a victim of a random act of violence from someone who saw her and took an opportunity.
Nevertheless, I’m not ready to take her to Surrender yet. I like having her in our home where she’s safe at all times. I can see her. I don’t have to worry. Surrender is so…peopley.
I’m not being reasonable, but I like the way Simone looks at me and nods. She doesn’t question my judgment on this. At least not in front of Lillian.
My phone rings on the counter, and I turn to grab it. I’m surprised to see Blade’s name on the screen, and I answer, “Hey, Blade.”
“Hi. Are you sitting down?”
“No.” I lean against the counter, keeping an eye on the girls.
Simone lifts her gaze to me, but she doesn’t say anything.
“They’ve caught Simone’s attacker,” Blade continues.
“Seriously?” I push off the counter and head for the table. I need to touch my Little girl. I’m drawn to her magnetically. This will be huge for her, and I want my hand on her to steady her.
“Yes. Unfortunately, he attacked another woman last night. It was in front of a different apartment building a few blocks from where Simone was assaulted. That woman got pretty banged up, but she’s going to be okay. She also gouged his face, which provided the police with DNA that matched the skin under Simone’s fingernails.”
I drop onto the chair next to Simone and reach for her.
