“Oh, little artist, I’m sorry. I’ve been accused of being too distant when I’m in doctor mode. And my fear for you flipped me into doctor mindset and cut off all my emotions. How about we have some ice cream to prove I’m back to being Daddy?”
Chapter Eleven
By the time Rooker parked in his driveway, Carri had found her second wind, which was surprising. She’d expected that the combination of the long day of being social and the pain from her ankle would have her completely wiped out. But instead she felt wired. It must have been the double-scoop cherry-vanilla sundae with extra chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
“Come on, babygirl, let’s get you inside and into bed,” Rooker said as he lifted her out and settling her in his arms bridal-style before bumping the door closed with his hip.
“I’m sorry,” Carri whispered as he started for the house. “This isn’t how I’d hoped today would end.”
Rooker stopped and looked down at her. His expression of hunger had her stomach clenching with need as she tried not to pout because they would not be having sex that evening. “How did you hope today would end?”
“It didn’t include an ice pack or an elastic bandage around my ankle,” she said sadly, blinking hard to keep her tears contained as he started walking again.
“Did it include me spreading your legs and licking your pussy until you screamed before I filled it with my cock and fucked you until you couldn’t stand up?”
“Daddy! You’re not ‘posed to swear if you don’t want me to. I’m an impressable Little girl.”
“Daddies are allowed to do things Little girls aren’t. Now answer the question,” Rooker said as he set her on the couch in the living room so her legs were stretched out across the seat. He then tucked a pillow under her wrapped foot.
Carri looked up at him, knowing her bottom lip was pushed out as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy, that was more like what I hoped would happen.”
Rooker leaned over and brushed a kiss on her lips. “We’ll just have to hold off on naked sexy time until your ankle feels a little better. In the meantime, how about some crackers and cheese before I clean you up and tuck you into bed?”
Carri shook her head, still full from the ice-cream sundae he’d bought her after they finished at the clinic. “No, thank you. I’m still full of ice cream.”
Rooker looked skeptical, but did not demand she eat anything else. “All right then, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
He carried her inside and up the stairs without hesitating or stopping to rest. Instead of turning toward the guest room, he went in the opposite direction. When he entered a room at the other end of the hallway, Carri looked around with interest.
It was obvious he had renovated. This room was twice the size of the one at her house. He set her on the bed before switching on a light on one of the nightstands that flanked the queen-size bed. The walls were a creamy golden-peach color, which went perfectly with the dark-wood bed, dresser, and nightstands. The bed was covered in a velvety-feeling fleece blanket that she could not stop rubbing her fingertips over.
A pair of club chairs sat by the window with a small table holding another lamp between them. It looked like the perfect place to curl up and crochet a critter, read a book, or talk overthe day’s events as they relaxed before bed. She tried not to think about how many other women had used those chairs, but it was difficult.
Instead, she turned her attention to Rooker, who was pulling clothes out of the tall dresser.
“Is this your room, Daddy?”
“Yes, little artist, it is. You’re sleeping in here tonight, so I can make sure you stay off your ankle.”
He disappeared down the hall, returning a few minutes later with the bag her extra clothes and toiletries had been in. He did not stop but stepped into what she assumed was a bathroom. Reappearing a moment later, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom where he set her down on her good foot in front of the toilet.
“Go pee and then we’ll figure out how to get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Call me when you’re done.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With that, he brushed a kiss on the top of her head and walked out.
She had just stood up and flushed the toilet when Rooker entered the bathroom again. Though tempted to squeal and demand he leave, her ankle was again beginning to throb and the muscles of her other leg were starting to complain about the extra work they were having to do to keep her upright.
“How about a bath, little artist?” he asked as he began undressing her.
It only took a moment of thought before Carri nodded. “That sounds like heaven.”
“Do you want Daddy to bathe you or do you think you can do it yourself?”
Though she wanted nothing more than for a bath to lead to sex, she also knew that Rooker would stick to his word and refuse to fuck her until her ankle was better. Which sucked,but she understood. But that also meant she did not need him touching her because it would turn her on and she would be demanding he do something to ease the ache of need that had already soaked her panties.
“I can do it, Daddy. Why don’t you jump in the shower while I’m in the bath? That way we’re both clean and ready for bed.”
