Dirty Daddy Lessons - Chapter Nineteen
Collection One - Chapter Nineteen
Esther
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mom asks.
Her words have me panicking. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Even though Nick is your stepdad, you haven’t known him that long,” she says.
“I like him,” I say as I try to hide my heated cheeks.
I more than like him. And I think he feels the same about me. I mean, I know he wants me. He’s been touching me, rubbing against me, making me feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
“I also love the boat and being on the water. I want to go see Channel Islands.”
What I really want is two whole nights alone with Nick, alone with Daddy. I want the days too. I want his hands and mouth all over me. I want his touch. Mostly, I want him to keep his promise. He told me that the first time he… I have to swallow to even think the word he said. He said the first time he fucks me, he wants to take his time.
I roll my eyes at myself. I’m eighteen and I can’t even think the F word without hesitating and blushing. And yet, I let Daddy do all manner of filthy things to me. Only when we’re alone. It’s our secret. Mom doesn’t know anything, can’t know anything. Then again, she’s too busy to notice.
Mom is supposed to be on vacation, but she’s basically been working the whole time so far. I know it’s pissing Daddy off, or at least it would if it hadn’t worked in our favor. She’s so distracted by work that she hasn’t seen how he looks at me, how he touches me.
I cross my arms over my chest because even thinking about his hands on me has my nipples contracting. I feel my pulse between my legs, so I cross those too.
Mom’s phone rings. “I have to take this,” she says.
I nod then look around at the scenery. We’re sitting outside at a hotel café on Crescent Avenue. Across the brick cobbled street, is a patch of sand and then water. It’s a small cove hugged on one side by a hill and the other by a long pier. If I squint, I can see Daddy’s boat.
In the background, I can hear Mom’s conversation. There’s a man’s voice on the phone, probably her boss. He asks about a case file, though I can’t make out the name of the file. I keep my gaze out on the water because I don’t want Mom to think I’m eavesdropping.
“I’m working on it now,” Mom says. “I’ll have WiFi for the next couple days.”
I thought you said WiFi was spotty on the boat, her boss says.
“I’m… in a hotel for a night or two,” Mom says.
You? Her boss asks.
“Yes,” she says.
This conversation feels… it feels like I’m intruding on something. I turn toward Mom and give her a smile. The grin she returns is a little too bright.
“There you two are,” Daddy says as he approaches our table.
Mom jumps and places her hand on her chest as Daddy sits at the table with us. We haven’t ordered yet. We were waiting for him.
“I’m sitting down to breakfast. Can I call you back later?” Mom asks her boss.
With a smile and goodbye, she ends the call and sets her phone down. She closes her laptop as well and slips it into her bag that’s leaning against the leg of her chair.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mom asks Daddy just as she asked me.
“It’s fine,” Daddy says. “But after this, will you be done? I was thinking we that after Esther and I explore Channel Islands National Park, we could head south.”
“How far south?” Mom asks.
Daddy shrugs. “We were supposed to have two weeks. It’s only been a few days. We could spend a week in Mexico.”
“Oh. Maybe,” Mom says hesitantly.
Daddy huffs out a sigh. “Do you want to just fly back to the main land?”
“No,” Mom says too quickly. “I’ll get as much done as I can over the next two days. Then, maybe I’ll power down my laptop and let work go.”
Daddy and I share a look because we both notice she said Maybe.