Your daddy likes it, p.1
Your Daddy Likes It, page 1
Your Daddy Likes It
ALEXA RILEY
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
My New Step Dad
Chapter 1
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Your Daddy Likes It
BY ALEXA RILEY
Nadia’s date with a jerk from her high school is a complete and total disaster. When his father finds her crying in the pool house, she’s surprised at how good he makes her feel.
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When Walsh finds Nadia alone and upset his only thought is to make it all better. After taking care of her he realizes that doing it felt good. Too good. Now he’s obsessing about all the ways to keep her forever.
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Warning: This book is rated O for Oh My God, This Is Terrible!! Find a secret corner of your house and put on the do-not-disturb… You’re going to need some alone time!
Dedicated to those that only need a title to one click… You know who you are!
Chapter One
NADIA
“Oh, I love that one on you.” My sister beams at me, and I think she might be more excited about this than I am.
“It’s short.” I pull at the bottom of the dress, which is also a bit flashy. It’s more of her style since my sister Kat loves anything that sparkles. I think it’s a habit she formed when she used to be a bottle girl. She’d cover her skin in glitter because she said it bounced off the lights of the club. She hasn’t been a bottle girl in almost a year now. Not since Luke came and swept her right off her four-inch heels.
We went from living paycheck to paycheck to the high life. Luke doesn’t care that my sister and I are a package deal. I’ve been with her since I was thirteen and one day our mom never came home.
Luke and Kat got married in one of those wedding chapels on the Vegas strip. It was all a bit of a whirlwind. Especially the part where we were leaving Vegas. Luke wasn’t from there, and with a snap of his fingers he had us out to Seattle with most of our things. A lot of stuff wasn’t worth taking, so it was left behind with everything else. I can’t believe it’s happened, but I’m kind of excited about this fresh start.
The only downside to all of this is starting a new school for my senior year. It wasn’t any high school either. It's some fancy one that requires a uniform. I’ve been there for two months and haven't made any friends since everyone already has their groups established. Then out of nowhere, Kyle Insley started talking to me. He’s one of the most popular guys in school, and for some reason he asked for my number one afternoon when I was in the library. I didn’t know if I should give it to him, but I was on the spot, so I did it. He’s been texting me randomly since.
“If you don’t like it, try something else. You want to feel good in what you’re wearing.” She slips off my bed and goes into my closet.
I swear she’s always putting new things in there. I was given a credit card to use when I needed money, but it felt awkward. Luke didn’t marry me, he married my sister and kind of got stuck with me for the time being. He’s never said anything like that to me before, and he’s actually a pretty cool guy, but I feel awkward taking his money. To be fair, I’ve felt awkward for most of my life, so that's on me, not him.
“This.” She comes back out with a pink and white dress covered in flowers. “Put it on first. It’s better, I swear. Turn around so I can tie the back.” I wiggle out of the dress I have on and slip into this one. She ties the back and pulls the top tight while the bottom stays loose and flowing. It falls a little above my knees and dips low in the front, but Kat always says I have great boobs. I suppose it doesn’t hurt to show them a little.
“Oh.” I turn to glance in the mirror and I’m surprised by how pretty it is. “I like this one.”
“See, I know what I’m doing.”
My phone vibrates on my desk and a text from Kyle comes through.
Kyle: I’m here.
“Is he going to come in?” My sister reads my phone over my shoulder.
“Let’s not. Please,” I beg her.
She’d talked me into this in the first place. If I want to meet people, I have to put myself out there at least a little bit. The thing is, Kyle is weird with me. He’ll blow my phone up with texts and even plays video games with me online, but oftentimes when we’re at school he’ll only give me a chin nod when we pass in the hallway. It’s strange, but what do I know about dating?
“Fine,” she huffs.
“Thank you.” I kiss her cheek before I grab my bag and phone, then slip on some sandals. When I open the front door, Kyle is parked outside in his white BMW. Music blasts from it, and I walk over to open the passenger door before getting inside.
He doesn’t say anything since all his attention is on his phone as he taps on the screen. He’s in jeans and a polo, and his blond hair is messy. I’m pretty sure he styles it that way on purpose.
“Hey,” I finally say, but I’m not sure he hears me over the music. A minute passes before he finally turns the music down and puts his phone in the holder.
“Dress is cute.” He smirks.
“Thanks.”
“Do you always need glasses?” he asks as he looks at them with mild annoyance.
“If I want to see properly.” I actually love my glasses, and these are new. I haven't had a new pair of glasses in years. I don’t need them all the time, but oddly they give me this level of protection. I know it’s not real, but I sense it, and when I take them off I feel bare.
“You’ve got contacts, though, right?”
“I have some.”
“You should wear them.” He puts his car into drive and takes off. I’m not sure how to respond to this. The contacts irritate my eyes, and it’s creepy putting them in. I think it’s something I’d have to get used to. “I’m having a party tomorrow. You can come if you want.”
“Okay.” Does he want me to come? It doesn’t sound like an invitation but more of an offhanded comment.
“I’m hosting so I might be busy most of the night, but I want to end it with you.” He winks at me as he puts his hand on my thigh. I tense, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Thankfully his phone rings, so he removes it to answer. “Yo,” he says loudly. “Nothing just hanging.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Nah, I’m staying in tonight. All right, later.” He ends the call and I notice he doesn’t mention me.
“Staying in?” I ask. “I thought we were seeing a movie.”
“We are. At my place.”
“At your place?” I ask, but he’s already turning the music back up.
It's cool, Nadia, it’s only hanging out. This is what normal people do. I glance over at Kyle and my eyes go to his mouth. I don’t feel any desire swirling inside of me to know what it would be like to kiss him. Maybe I read too many romance novels. What else could it possibly be? Every girl in Harvest High swoons over Kyle. What is wrong with me? Could my vagina be broken? That’s not likely because sometimes I get turned on when I read.
I don’t know anything about dating, but what I do know is I’m not so sure I want to waste my first kiss on Kyle. Then again, what if this is my only chance?
Chapter Two
WALSH
Fuck, it’s been a long day. After a delayed flight that caused a missed connection and having to catch a late flight, I’m kicking myself for wanting to leave early. Sure, I could have stayed in Cabo until I was scheduled to come home, but I’d had enough sun and sand. I’d also had about enough of my best friend and his vacation hookup banging their headboard against my wall all night. He swore to me it was going to be just the two of us scuba diving and relaxing all week, but the moment I saw the instructor, I knew exactly what was going to happen.
I wasn’t supposed to come home until Sunday night, but when I saw there was an early flight this morning, I jumped on it. Too bad there were three connections, and everything that could have gone wrong did. Thankfully I have my carry-on luggage because who knows where it would have ended up otherwise. The cab pulls up outside my house, and I see all the lights are on. When I get out I check my phone again and see that Kyle hasn’t responded to a single one of my messages.
This is not what I envisioned when my sister sent my nephew to stay with me for the year. When his school kicked him out, my sister said she had nowhere else to turn. Kyle’s dad is cruising the
When I get to the front door, I can hear the music blaring even from here. I flex my fingers around the handle and close my eyes. “Deep breath, Walsh.”
I should have known this was going to happen. He told me over and over that I could trust him while I was gone, but I knew better.
Walking into the house, I go to the kitchen, and a quick glance reveals an enormous mess. “Great,” I mumble as I drop my bag in the living room and go in search of Kyle.
His room is empty, but there’s a movie playing on the television. I decide to check outside next, but the pool is empty. After I spot some empty beer cans by the pool house, I get angry.
“What the fuck?” I feel my temper flaring as I storm into the pool house and push the door open with more force than necessary. It bangs against the wall behind me and then my anger dissipates as I see a young woman sitting on the small couch crying.
“I’m sorry!” she immediately apologizes and stands up while wiping away her tears. “I was just leaving.”
She’s got on a floral print dress that is cut so low in the front I can see a mountain of cleavage threatening the seams. Her hair is messy like she’s been running her fingers through it, and something about her is so familiar that I take a long moment just to take her in.
“Where’s Kyle?” I finally ask, and so help me god if he did something to this girl, I’ll kill him.
“I think he went back inside.” She looks around like she forgot she was in here crying and then grabs a purse from the floor.
In the process of getting her purse, all of its contents fall out, and I see her cell phone take a nosedive to the tile floor. I wince as it shatters the screen and the light that was on fades to black.
“Oh no,” she sobs, getting on her hands and knees to start scooping up the pieces.
“Wait, don’t do that.” I follow her down to the floor, but it’s too late and she’s already dragged her hand over the broken screen and cut her finger. “Shit, be careful.”
I take her hand in mine, and I’m surprised by the spark of heat that singes my fingers. I must have run my feet across the rug or something and shocked her. Her tears flow freely now as she begins to apologize once more.
“Hey, hey enough of that,” I say softly as all the anger I was feeling before morphs into concern. “It’s all right, don’t cry.” She looks up at me through her wet lashes, and her dark eyes are so big and full of worry. “I’ll take care of you.”
The words are out of my mouth, and I have no idea where they came from. But damn does it feel good when I see the corner of her mouth ever so slightly tug upward into a smile. At that moment, I realize that I might do anything to watch that happen over and over.
“Kiss,” she says, and my eyes travel right to her full, lush lips. Then my brain kicks in, and I hear the rest of what she’s saying. “It was just a stupid kiss. I don’t know why I couldn’t just do it.”
She’s talking mostly to herself now, but now my anger is back with a vengeance. “Did he hurt you?” Her eyes snap up to mine, and she shakes her head. “Come with me.”
Before I have time to think this through, I help her off the floor and grab the rest of her things. I find a clean towel in the bathroom, wrap her hand, and lead her into the main house.
“It’s just a scratch. I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s no trouble, I can just call my sister and—” She stops talking and then tears well in her eyes again. “I don’t know her number by heart.” Her shoulders sag in defeat, and I clench my jaw with frustrated anger.
“It’s all right. I told you I’m going to take care of you. What’s your name?”
“Nadia,” she answers and then sniffs.
“I’m Walsh, all right? I’ve got a first-aid kit in the kitchen, and I want to clean that up.”
“It’s really not that bad; I just wasn’t paying attention.”
When I lead her into the kitchen, I clear off one of the bar stools and grab the kit from under the sink. I’m going to strangle Kyle when I find him. I can’t believe he left her all alone out there. She was in tears!
“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.”
She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow gently on the cut. Thankfully, it’s not deep, but even a little scratch like this should be treated.
“Let me bandage this up, and I’ll take you home, okay?” I say, and her cheeks turn pink before she nods.
“Just please don’t tell Kyle I was crying,” she says softly, and I pause with the Band-Aid as my eyes meet hers.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Like I said, it was just a misunderstanding. I don’t want to get him in trouble. He told me his dad was out of town.”
“I was,” I say, not correcting her on calling me his dad. “But it’s a good thing I came back early.”
“Thank you.” Her whisper is so gentle as she touches the Band-Aid and then bites her bottom lip.
“How old are you?” Once again the words blurt out of me, and I have no idea why my brain isn’t filtering shit tonight.
“Eighteen.” She opens her purse and pulls out her wallet. “Do you need to see some ID?”
“No, I’m not a cop,” I say, glancing at her address and double-checking her date of birth. “This is where you live?” When she nods, I take her bag from her and help her off the stool. “That’s a fancy part of town.”
“My sister's husband is loaded.” She covers her mouth as she says it, and then I see that pretty pink blush creep over her cheeks. “I don’t know why I said that. I just mean he can afford it.”
“It’s all right. Most of the kids at Kyle’s school can.” The wind has picked up a little tonight, and I notice she doesn’t have a jacket. “Hang on,” I say when we get to the front door, and I open the closet nearby. I grab one of my zip-up hoodies off the hanger and hold it out to her. “Put this on.”
I’m a bastard because as she does it, I take one last look at those pretty tits before she zips up the front.
“Thank you.” Her voice is so sweet it makes my teeth ache.
Turning around, I grab my keys, and then to my shock, I feel her hand on my forearm. That zap hits me, and when I turn back, she’s looking up at me. There’s no hiding those curves even under my hoodie, but when it falls off one shoulder, I can’t help but think about what that small patch of skin would taste like.
“Really, thank you for saving me. I hope I didn’t get Kyle into too much trouble.”
What the fuck did Kyle do to this innocent little flower?
“Let’s go.” My words are clipped because I’m so damn pissed at him, and maybe even at her touch. I’m old enough to be her daddy, and I have no business thinking about what any part of her body tastes like.
I hold the front door open for her, and after she steps through, she walks across the driveway to my car to open the door. Before she can grab the handle, I move her hand out of the way.
“That’s my job.” My mouth keeps on spitting out shit before the words are formed in my mind.
I wait for her to get inside, and after she does, I grab the seat belt and lean across her. She looks at me in surprise as I hover over her in the passenger seat and she watches me click the buckle.
