A. Briar

  Daddy’s Girl

  Copyright © 2023 by A. Briar

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  To Jackie Scherf, thank you for endlessly supporting me.

  In your eyes I see myself. I see the love we never thought was possible.

  –Michael Faudet

  Contents

  I. PART ONE

  One: LEXI

  Two: EVEREST Three: LEXI

  Four: LEXI

  Five: EVEREST Epilogue

  II. PIKE

  Chapter 1: RHYS Chapter 2: PIKE Chapter 3: PIKE

  I

  Part One

  One: LEXI

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  “Fuck!”

  I watch as he shoves his shoulder against the wooden door before kicking his boot-clad foot against it.

  Everest; my bio dad and also now my legal guardian since three weeks ago, stands in front of me, with his palms pressed up against the door.

  He turns around and cuts his eyes over to where I’m standing right behind him, with my hands shoved deep within my coat pockets.

  His eyes. They’re rare. Mom told me about them once. It’s heterochromia. He has a green, golden rim that surrounds a brown ring, making his eyes bright and intense. Especially now with all the snow surrounding us, they’re much clearer and I can see the colors perfectly melting into each other. I have his eyes, although I’m pretty certain mine aren’t as intense and beautiful as his.

  His jaw works, and his mouth opens and then closes. My eyes are the closest thing I have in common with him because that is where our similarities stop. Everest has dark hair, not dark enough to be black, but definitely darker than mine. I have mom’s light brown curls, her button nose, and her tiny 5’3 frame. Whereas Everest could be compared to a mountain or a beast. He is intimidatingly large in every way from his broad shoulders and 6’4 towering frame to his long legs and large hands. It’s absolutely fascinating how anyone could ever be that big. Even his facial bone structure is strong with harsh, mountainous cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp, clean-shaven jawline.

  I don’t think I’ve stopped studying him once since he took me in and it’s not in a creepy way, it’s merely curiosity on my part. This person that I’ve barely known all my life is suddenly the closest thing I have to family. The only thing actually. And I still didn’t know all that much about him, except what Mom chose to share. Then again, that wasn’t a lot since she was high all the time.

  “It always does this,” he says finally and takes a step back. His voice suits him. It’s strong and deep and has that commanding tone to it that makes the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end.

  We’re at his hunting cabin for the weekend in Hemlock Hollows. He said it’s something he did every weekend to get away from the city and that we didn’t have to go this weekend, but I was okay with it.

  The log cabin is cute and pretty small with a thicket of fir trees lined up behind it.

  “How do you usually get in?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “I force my way in,” he says and before I can reply, he shoves his right shoulder against the wooden door again and again, grunting and cursing as he uses his entire body; eventually the door gives way and he nearly falls face forward inside the cabin.

  But he regains his balance and glances back at me before laughing and pulling the door open. “I need to get this piece of shit fixed.”

  “We won’t get stuck inside, right?” I take a hesitant step inside and brush past Everest and his tall frame. He hauls both our bags inside and drops them on the floor, right next to a rack of black iron pokers.

  “Nope, but if we do it’s fine. We’ll survive and it’ll be better than being stuck out there,” he says so casually like he’s actually okay with being stuck in a cabin. “At least we won’t freeze to death.”

  He shuts the door behind him, turns around, and leans against it before drawing his eyes down to mine.

  I bet he can see the horror plastered all over my face and I catch him grinning slightly before he moves away from the door and walks over to a pile of wood that’s stacked on the floor.

  “You’re joking, right?” I ask.

  I hate how insecure I sound like a little girl, but Everest doesn’t seem to mind because his shoulders are shaking with laughter.

  Everest pulls the metal grate away easily and grabs two logs and throws them into the blackened hearth. Old chunks of burnt wood and ash already cover its stone surface.

  “You’ve never been in the wild before, have you?” He shoves his hair back out of his face as he places the grate back on and then stands up before brushing his hands off on his jeans.

  “Nope.” I walk around the cabin. “I’ve never even been camping before.”

  The smell of damp wood and musty earth infiltrates my nostrils as I unlatch a dusty window and shove it open to let in some of the clean winter breeze.

  “Really?” The note of surprise in his voice catches my attention. I’m not sure why he’s surprised though.

  It isn’t as if the social workers didn’t explain to him my situation. He already knows that I never really had much of a childhood and we don’t talk about it. I guess we need to. We have yet to discuss everything. I don’t want to, but I know he does.

  “Yeah.” My answer is short and soft and I won’t bother repeating myself.

  “How would you like to have rabbit for dinner?” He asks and I turn around and scrunch my nose at him in disgust.

  “Is this another joke?”

  Everest gives me the faintest of smiles before he swings open the door of a dark wooden cabinet and pulls out a Remington. Holy fuck. He’s actually being serious.

  “I’m not joking.” Everest pulls open the cabin door and motions for me to join him with his left hand. “Come on, I’m going to teach you basic hunting skills. I wasn’t in the Marines for nothing.”

  “Are we actually going to kill them?”

  Everest nods and then waves me over again. “Come on. It’ll be dark soon and we don’t wanna get caught out in the dark there.”

  Even though I don’t want to, I quietly follow Everest and close the cabin door shut behind me.

  Two: EVEREST

  “Do you want to try?” I ask Lexi as we walk over to the dead animal on the ground.

  I’ve already killed a rabbit and it’s quite a fat one, so it’ll probably last us tonight and tomorrow, but I can see the curiosity in my daughter’s eyes as she gets down on her knees before me and studies the animal.

  For some fucked up reason my cock twitches in my jeans and I suck in a deep breath before looking away. Nope, I’m not doing that. I’m not that kind of man. My cock didn’t just twitch at the sight of her on her knees. What the fuck Everest?

  “You’re asking me if I want to try using the shotgun or try killing a rabbit?” She lifts her head and stares up at me.

  She looks just like her mom with those pretty brown curls of hers and her tiny, but curvy frame. The few resemblances we do share is our eye color and I spot a few freckles on her face that I have an endless amount of.

  Her dark eyebrows dip with curiosity and I’m glad that she isn’t yet crying or glaring daggers at me for killing the rabbit.

  “Yep. You wanna try both? It’s really easy.” I watch as she brushes her palms on her knees before she stands up and glances at the Remington in my hands.

  “As long as I don’t have to help you prepare the meals,” she says in a very serious tone, and then the corner of her lips curls up into a small smile.

  Things are still awkward between us even though we’ve known each other for three weeks now. But it’s not because she’s awkward, it’s because I’m still trying to get used to the idea of having my daughter around full-time

  “Okay follow me,” I tell Lexi and move through the trees. We’re both quiet as I scan the grounds for another cottontail.

  It takes a few minutes, but I soon spot movement near a lone tree. “Come here.” I motion for Lex to join me and when she gets in front of me, I hand her the Remington.

  “Don’t make any sudden movements,” I whisper.

  “You want to be as quiet as possible.”

  Getting behind her, I place my arms around hers and guide her right hand to where the trigger is.

  “Breathe,” I say and she takes a deep breath before moving back and pressing herself against me.

  Fuck. It takes all that I have in me to not get closer to her. Her warm strawberry scent is filling my senses and it’s bad enough that her ass is pressed up against my cock.

  “You can do it.” I lower my mouth to her ear, brushing my lips against her hair.

  At that very second, Lex pulls the trigger and I watch as she gets the rabbit on its side right before it can move.

  “Good girl,”

I say.

  Lexi turns around and hands me the Remington. Her eyes are even brighter in the snow and her pale cheeks and cute button nose are red from the cold.

  “I’ve never done something so exhilarating before,” she says. “I almost thought I wasn’t going to get it.”

  “Well, I mean I did not help in any way,” I tease her. “It’s fine, I don’t need any thanks.”

  “Daddy!” She playfully socks me in the arm and at the same time, I shoot her a glance.

  I can tell she’s embarrassed by calling me that because it’s been Everest up until now. Her face gets red quickly too, but I think it’s cute. And I should not be finding that cute.

  “So,” Lexi says as if to quickly get over the growing tension in the air between us. “Is this like our first official father/daughter adventure?”

  “Yep,” I say, moving towards the rabbit laying dead in the snow.

  That’s right. She’s my daughter and I’m her father and there’s no way in fuck that I should even be considering anything else. That’s just fucked up on a whole other level.

  I grab the rabbit by its ears before turning around. Lexi smiles at me again, a hopeful look in her eyes, but I just brush past her. She doesn’t need to be getting any ideas in her head. It’s just wrong and as an adult, I should know better. But do I know better? I just hope I think with my brain and not my cock, because God knows I only have so much self-restraint.

  “We need to get back,” I tell her.

  The sky is getting darker and it’s getting colder. Hopefully, this weekend will just go as I had planned and I can keep myself the fuck away from her.

  We both walk back in silence and when we reach the cabin, Lexi grabs her backpack and quickly retreats into the room, probably to get away from me because I’m already being an asshole to her.

  She doesn’t need that. She really needs me to be there for her, because, after the things the social worker had told me and the pictures I’d seen of Lexi and the kinds of abuse she’d been su ering, I know she’s been living in hell for most of her life and that is partly my fault. Actually a lot of my fault. But, fuck, if I could turn back the time and make better decisions, I would.

  Lexi closes the door and that’s when a brutal realization hits me.

  Fuck. There’s only one room and one bed. I’ll probably let her take the bed and I can rough it up on the floor because it’s just for two nights. I should have probably thought about this before deciding to take this trip because now it’s not looking so great.

  I get a fire started in the fireplace and leave Lexi alone while I start skinning the rabbits. Hopefully, we can just put all the awkwardness behind us and just have a good, relaxing weekend.

  Three: LEXI

  It’s late and dark outside. The wind is howling like crazy out there, but thankfully the cabin is nice and cozy.

  I’ve been in the cabin’s only room since we came back from hunting and I don’t feel like going back out there, but I have to eventually.

  This tiny room has a single bed against the corner of the room, with a huge glass window next to the right side of the bed, that looks out into the vast winter wonderland. There’s a desk across from the bed and it’s stacked with books and poetry and notes. Small notes where he wrote about the weather and hunting and one that made me laugh was a reminder to “Fix that damn cabin door”.

  Everest has the prettiest handwriting ever. It’s neat and precise.

  But that doesn’t mean he isn’t an asshole.

  Something happened between us earlier. It was when I was holding the Remington and stepped back into him. I could feel him. I could feel his cock to be precise and some fucked up part of me thought it would be a good idea to press my ass against him.

  Just doing that, I could feel that huge bulge getting hard.

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking by doing that and I clearly pissed Everest o by doing that, because right after I had shot the rabbit, he started to act all cold. Especially after I called him daddy. I’m not even sure what made me call him that when I’ve been calling him by his name all this time.

  Now things are awkward as fuck and I am too ashamed to go back out there and face him. But I have to grow a pair of balls and face my actions sooner rather than later.

  I head into the adjoining bathroom first and decide to have a bath first. Everest told me he owned the cabin for a few years now and he spent a few summers doing the place up. It really is amazing and not shabby at all. I guess that’s the perk of being an architect.

  The bathroom has a single marble bathtub with a hand-held shower head and next to the tub is a huge glass wall with a thick fur tree right outside.

  I strip out of my clothes as I wait for the tub to fill and when it’s almost to the top, I shut the faucets off and climb into the steaming hot water.

  Immediately, I feel all the muscles in my body set and the cold is replaced by the heat. Shit, it feels so good. Sliding my hands down my tits, I pinch my nipples. They are soft from the warmth of the water, but as I continue to roll the buds between my fingers, they start to get hard.

  Just then there’s a tap on the bathroom door. My eyes snap open and I hold my breath. My right hand slides down my stomach until I’m sliding my fingers in between my pussy folds, while I keep my eyes on the door.

  “Hey,” he says on the other side.

  I press my fingers against my clit and for a moment I imagine him touching me there, circling me with his fingers, spreading my pussy with those long calloused fingers of his. Fuck, that would feel so good.

  “Yeah?” My voice sounds oddly pitched and my heart is pounding against my chest.

  The fact that he’s on the other side while I’m touching myself turns me on more. If he opened the door right now and saw me, would he get mad at me, or would be aroused too?

  “I’m gonna make dinner soon. I just wanted to-uh…to check on you,” he says.

  I slip one finger inside of my pussy and then another, softly biting my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning.

  “I was an asshole earlier,” he continues. “I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you.”

  “I…I’m fine,” I say quickly. “You didn’t do anything.”

  My left hand plays with my nipples, pulling each of them and teasing them, while the warm water gently laps around my tits.

  “Okay,” he says and then clears his throat. “Well, I’ll be on that side.”

  When he leaves, I continue to finger-fuck myself, all the while imagining him behind me in the tub and torturing my pussy.

  I don’t stop fucking my pussy until I’m coming hard against my fingers, forgetting they’re mine for a second and thinking they’re his. It’s his big fingers that I imagine are moving inside of me as my body trembles with an orgasm.

  Sighing, I slip further into the tub and soak my hair and then scrub myself down, before climbing out of the tub.

  Once I’m dry, I pull on an old pair of grey sweatpants and a black and grey flannel shirt that I had stolen from Everest a few days ago when we were talking about coming. I’ve already worn it, but I don’t think he has realized it’s his as yet. It’s really big on me so it hangs around my shoulders and I have to roll up the sleeves a little to avoid looking like I’m drowning in it. And it smells just like him with his clean, soapy masculine scent.

  I pull my hair into a light messy bun and then head out of the room and into the living room. Everest is at the wooden countertop, adding sliced carrots and onions to a large casserole dish in which the rabbit is already neatly skinned and placed.

  I go to stand next to Everest, leaning against the counter. He glances down at me while he pours red wine into a wine glass. Those dark, intense eyes of his give me a once-over as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip.

  I watch the way his protruding Adam’s apple bobs up and down and then I decided that I would like to kiss him there-actually everywhere, but specifically there first. I’ve always loved that area of a man.

  Everest places his glass down in between us and cocks his head. “Is that my flannel?”

  “Is it?” I wrap my right hand around his glass.

  “I think I noticed you wearing it before, but I was too preoccupied,” he admits, as he places the casserole into the oven.

 

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