“So, would you be interested in seeing me after the convention, being my Little girl, and letting me Daddy you?”
Carri blinked and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Proper words, please, Carri.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’d be interested in all that,” she said softly.
Rooker’s smile had her smiling in return. When he began to lean in, she met him halfway and pressed her lips to his. Her entire lower body tightened up and her pussy dampened as the kiss deepened.
A throat clearing had Rooker breaking the kiss. They were both breathing hard, but Carri could not look away from Rooker’s beautiful dark gaze.
“Do I need to throw a bucket of ice water on you two?” Lottie asked, though her tone was more teasing than Carri had ever heard it before.
Rooker chuckled as he stood. “I don’t think so. Come on, little artist, let’s go visit the restrooms before the crowds return.”
Carri nodded as she took the hand he offered. She did not bother to look at her sisters because for the first time in her life, she did not care what they thought. She would normally look for their acceptance or approval in anything she did. The only other time she had done her own thing without consulting one of them was when she took the crochet class that had started her on the crazy, crafty journey that brought her here.
“You okay?” Rooker asked as they approached the restrooms.
“I’m fine,” she answered automatically, even though she was certain they both knew it was a lie.
Rooker released her hand and swatted her ass. Hard.
Carrie squealed and danced sideways, her hands flying back to protect her ass. “Owwie. Daddy, you have a hard hand.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he said in a stern voice. “Never lie to Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you keep lying, you’ll find yourself over my lap with your bare butt getting roasted and I won’t care who’s looking. Understand?”
Carrie nodded as she blinked back tears. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Now, let’s try this again. How do you really feel about your sisters questioning me like that?”
Carrie had to think a moment before she answered. “Embarrassed, but also relieved.”
“Oh? Why relieved?”
Carrie nodded. “Because they asked questions I would be too chicken to ask. I’m actually a big scaredy cat when it comes to confronting people or protecting myself. Which might be why I keep getting involved with the wrong kinds of men.”
“What are the wrong kinds of men?”
Rooker’s question showed her that he was interested, which had her taking a deep breath. Sharing her past made her feel vulnerable in a way she was not sure was good. It also made her feel stupid for admitting her past mistakes.
“One lied about being a Daddy. He just wanted to get in my panties. When I needed him most, he disappeared without a call or a text or anything. Another lied about being single when he was living with one woman and engaged to another. Neither of those women knew about the other, which I found shocking when I found out about both of them. At least I only went out with him twice before Lottie did a background check and found out the truth.”
Carri took a deep breath and blinked several times to keep her tears hidden. Even though those men were in the past, the knowledge that they’d lied and used her still hurt. Or maybe it was just that she was so starved for a Daddy of her own that she only saw what she wanted.
Would the same thing happen with Rooker? Would he grow tired of her, especially her needy Little side?
She could only hope and trust that wouldn’t be the case, but both of those things were hard to do.
She sucked a quick breath when he stepped in front of her and pulled her in to lean against his chest as he wrapped his thick, muscular arms around her back.
“I’m sorry those men hurt you, Carri. I hope you will find it in your heart to put the past behind you and move into the future. Preferably with me by your side.”
Carri rested her head against the front of his shoulder and breathed in his delicious scent before taking a chance. “I’d like to try, Daddy.”
