Treat me, p.16
Treat Me, p.16Part #8 of One Night with Sole Regret series by Olivia Cunning
But maybe it was okay to imagine a future with Jacob in it. A little dreaming couldn’t hurt.
Jacob’s voice softened on the next chorus and softened yet again on the next. Amanda peeked into the room to find him sitting on the edge of Julie’s bed, stroking her hair gently as he sang to her. Julie’s eyes were closed and her face had gone slack. The tender smile on Jacob’s face and the love in his expression melted Amanda’s heart.
Amanda’s own father had always been a minor player in her life. He’d doted on Tina, as all men did. Amanda had a much closer relationship with her mother. Seeing Jacob with Julie made her ache for the kind of blind devotion a father had for his little girl. Julie would probably never realize how lucky she was to have this man’s heart in the palm of her tiny hand. Amanda hoped Julie didn’t mind sharing a bit of it.
Jacob finished the song on a whisper, and his hand went still. He waited for a moment, watching Julie for signs of wakefulness. He carefully stood, disturbing her mattress as little as possible as he moved away. He shut off her lamp, which looked a lot like the castle at Disneyland, and tiptoed out of her room.
Amanda smiled at him and said, “I think—” But Jacob’s finger against her lips silenced her.
He took her arm and led her to his room, not releasing her until the latch clicked shut behind them and he’d locked the door.
“Whatever you do, don’t wake her up,” Jacob said.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“I’m in desperate need of some adult time.”
Amanda released a breathless laugh. “I’m with you on that.”
He tugged off her clothes while she pulled his off. They were mostly naked when his patience reached its end and he lifted her off the floor to carry her to the bed. They collapsed on the mattress, a tangle of arms and legs. He shattered her with deep passionate kisses while he used hurried motions to cover his length with latex. Amanda cried out in bliss when he filled her. He took her hard and fast, his breaths excited and ragged against her ear. She dug her nails into his shoulders and hung on as he brought her closer and closer to the brink of release. Unexpectedly, he called out, clinging to her hips with strong fingers as he buried himself so deeply, it stole her breath. And then he shuddered against her as he let go.
She couldn’t believe he’d finished so fast. He usually outlasted her several times over.
“Sorry,” he murmured against her jaw, his sweat-slick belly bumping against hers with each of his labored breaths. “I probably should have rubbed that one out in the shower.”
She hugged him close and snuggled into his neck. “I’m glad you rubbed it out in me.”
He chuckled and went slack in her arms, pressing her into the mattress. “Just let me catch my breath and I’ll make it up to you.”
She had absolutely no doubt that he would, but lying beneath him, with his breath in her ear and his heart thudding so hard in his chest she could feel it in her breast, meant more to her than she could express. She was pretty sure what she felt for Jacob was love, but she was in no way prepared to tell him she felt so strongly. He was already much too close to her, and he didn’t realize that loving her could destroy an important part of his life.
But she had no time to fret. His touch soon chased every troubled thought from her head until nothing mattered but the two of them, their bodies connecting in a way she wished was someday possible for every facet of their lives.
Jacob smeared extra waterproof sunscreen on the bridge of Julie’s nose. He couldn’t help but smile when she scowled at him and wiped at the goop dripping from the tip.
“Don’t want you to get burned,” he said, splattering another glob on her nose.
“Can I get in the water now?” Julie asked, peering out through the sliding patio door at the inviting blue pool in the backyard.
“Wait for your aunt. She’s putting on her swimsuit.” Thank you, God.
“I can swim,” she said, rubbing the excess sunscreen off her nose again. “I take lessons and everything.”
“I know you can. Amanda should be out any minute.”
Jacob heard a throat clearing and turned his head to smile at Amanda. The smile dropped along with his jaw as his gaze traveled up her legs. The well-muscled curves seemed to go on for miles, accentuated by the high cut of her tiny orange bikini bottoms. He sucked drool back into his mouth as his stare moved up her flat belly to the beguiling cleavage spilling from the cups of her bikini top. His heart was thudding so hard by the time his eyes met hers that he feared it might burst.
He patted Julie on the back. “Go sit by the pool,” he said, rising from his crouched position to his full height. “I need to ask your aunt something.”
“Can I jump in?”
“Not until we’re out there with you. Go sit and don’t move.”
“But I’m a big girl.”
“Julie,” he said sharply.
“Fine,” she grumbled, and her bare feet slapped against the decking as she headed out the door and toward the water.
Jacob watched to make sure Julie sat outside the pool and then took the two steps that separated him from Amanda and pulled her against him. His mouth claimed hers as he filled his hands with her scrumptious ass and lifted her slightly so he could press his suddenly attentive cock into the beckoning crevice between her thighs. How long had it been since he’d been buried inside her? An hour? Two? Jesus, this woman had him out of his head.
Would he ever get enough of her? He hoped not.
“After Julie goes home,” Amanda whispered in his ear, “I want to go swimming with you alone and mysteriously lose my swimsuit bottoms.”
“And I mysteriously want my—”
A loud splash made his heart skip a beat. He pulled away from Amanda and rushed around the corner to the tiled decking around the pool. Julie was not where he’d left her. Ripples marred the surface of the water at the deep end of the pool.
“Julie!” he yelled before diving into the water and swimming to the bottom. Chlorine stung his eyes as he searched the pool. He located Julie sitting calmly on the bottom of the pool, bubbles blossoming from her nose and an impish smile on her face. He didn’t know whether to be terrified or angry. Admittedly, he was both. He grabbed Julie by the upper arms and kicked off the bottom of the pool, launching them upward until their heads surfaced.
“Oh, thank God,” Amanda said from beside the pool.
“I can hold my breath for a really long time,” Julie said, beaming with pride.
“Don’t you ever, ever jump into the pool when I’m not with you!” Jacob shouted, his heart thundering so hard in his chest that his ears were ringing.
“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m a big girl.”
“It’s not okay, Julie,” he said, his voice still booming. He didn’t know the best way to get his point across. He’d never yelled at her before, and he refused to spank her. He knew how much she hated time out, but this lesson needed to stick. “You could have drowned.” He hauled her to the side of the pool and sat her on the edge. “If you can’t do what I say and stay out of the water until I tell you it’s okay to get in, then you can’t go swimming.”
“But, Daddy . . .” Her tiny lips pursed, and her eyes filled with tears. His thudding heart twisted at the look of devastation on her face.
“Do you understand why I’m mad at you?”
Her tears began to fall, and he could see how much his words affected her by the way her face twisted. “You’re mad at me?” she asked brokenly.
And boy was it hard to cling to that anger when all he wanted to do was hug her and tell her everything was all right. She looked like her entire world was crumbling at her tiny feet.
“I’m very mad at you, Julie. You scared me. I thought you were hurt.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She held out her arms for a hug, but he wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily, no matter how much he wanted to.
“You’re in time out.”
“Go sit on that chair,” he said, pointing at a nearby lounge chair that sat low to the ground. She should be able to climb into it without his assistance. He really hoped he didn’t have to bodily drag her to the chair and make her sit in it.
“But, Daddy, I won’t do it no more. I promise.” She touched his shoulder, the look on her face so sincere that he almost laughed.
“You won’t do what anymore?” he asked.
“Go swimming by myself.”
“I’m glad. Now go sit in time out so you don’t forget.”
She wailed a protest as she climbed to her feet and ran to the chair, flopping herself into it with dramatic flair. “I hate time out!” she screamed.
“Four minutes,” Amanda said, handing Julie a kitchen timer.
“Four minutes?” Julie shouted. “I only have to do it for three minutes!”
“You had a birthday, remember?” Amanda said. “You’re four—a big girl—so that means time out is now four minutes.”
Julie frowned at her aunt, but didn’t argue. The timer beeped as Julie started the countdown and sniffled miserably. Apparently, this was not a new punishment to her even if it was the first time Jacob had been forced to use it. And why did he feel so bad for yelling at her and putting her in time out? She needed to be punished so she learned an important lesson.
Amanda slid into the water beside Jacob and patted his shoulder. “You handled that well,” she said quietly.
He flashed her a brief smile for the vote of confidence. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”
“She needed to see how upset her actions made you. You don’t get cross with her often, so when you do, it has a big impact on her.”
“It breaks my heart when she cries.”
She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Your tenderness with Julie is what I like most about you.”
“Hmm,” he said and shrugged. “I thought it was the tight leather pants.”
Amanda chuckled and slid a hand down his back, gripping his ass beneath the surface of the water. “Maybe I should reevaluate my priorities,” she murmured near his ear.
“Three minutes!” Julie announced. She was watching the countdown on her timer as though she was about to celebrate the arrival of a new millennium, which gave him the opportunity to reciprocate Amanda’s exploration. Only he slipped his fingers beneath the seat of her bikini. His hand gripped the curve of her ass and then shifted until his fingertip breached her tight back entrance.
Amanda’s mouth dropped open and she pulled away. “Naughty,” she hissed at him.
“Are you going to put me in time out?” he asked quietly, not even trying to conceal his ornery smirk.
“Your punishment shall be slow and torturous,” she promised. Her hand slid into the front of his trunks, but stopped short of touching him where he most wanted her slow, torturous touch. “But it will have to wait until after lunch.”
She didn’t need to say why. That was Julie’s naptime. And Jacob planned to exhaust the poor child with swimming and then fill her up with plenty of food so she’d sleep soundly.
“Two minutes,” Julie said, still staring down at the timer, but getting a bit squirmy in her seat.
“For as much as she protests, she doesn’t seem too upset to be in time out,” Jacob said, not feeling quite so bad about making her sit there.
“It’s the timer,” Amanda says. “If she has something to focus on, she doesn’t scream bloody murder the entire time and she knows exactly how much time she has left.”
By the time the gadget beeped, Julie had stopped sniffling and fidgeting. “Can I come swimming now?” she called from her chair.
“You’d better,” Jacob said. “Your Aunt Mander is pretty boring. All she does is float on her back.” And he was doing a piss poor job of not ogling the shiny wet globes of her cleavage peeking above the surface of the water. Her orange swimsuit could not be ignored.
Amanda sent a half-assed spray of water in his direction for his insult. “I’m relaxing,” she said.
“Watch me jump, Daddy!”
He turned just in time to catch the splash from Julie’s rather impressive cannonball directly in his face.
Amanda laughed as he wiped the water from his eyes, and then he held out his arm for Julie to hold onto as she surfaced and treaded water.
“You got him, Julie Bean!”
“That was a huge splash,” he said to Julie’s smiling face. “My turn.”
Julie swam over to Amanda as Jacob climbed out of the pool. Julie was still mostly doggie paddling, but she added a few breaststrokes to expedite her journey through the water. She took to water the same way Jacob had as a child and somehow that little connection between them made him proud.
“Are you ready for a tidal wave?” he asked as he climbed the diving board’s ladder at the deep end of the pool.
“Can I do the diving board, Daddy?” Julie asked.
“When you’re older,” he promised. He’d love to teach her to dive, but not until he got past the fear of her getting hurt. Which would likely be never.
When he was sure his two guests were out of harm’s way at the far end of the pool, he took a brisk step toward the end of the board, feeling it dip beneath his weight. At just the right instant, he used the momentum of the upward swing of the spring board to push himself into the air. He did a front summersault in midair—yeah, he was totally showing off for the ladies—and extended his body to enter the water with a quiet slosh. He surfaced to cheers and a vigorous round of applause.
“That was an awesome flip,” Julie said. “But you only made a tiny splash.”
“Guess I need more practice,” he said with a soft chuckle. He showed Julie how to dive from the side of the pool. She dove in head first, climbed the ladder, hurried around to the edge of the pool and dove again. He couldn’t believe how quickly she caught on or that she wasn’t exhausted yet.
“Maybe I should get her a diving coach,” Jacob said to Amanda.
“I think you’ve got yourself a little Olympian there,” Amanda said, still floating lazily on her back. He mostly used the pool for exercise, but was starting to think Amanda had the right idea. “Wish I had half her energy.”
“Can I do a flip this time?” Julie asked, jumping up and down in the puddle she’d made on the decking.
“You need the diving board to do that.”
She eyed the diving board without a shred of fear in her gaze.
“And if you try to climb that thing and jump off without permission, you’ll be in time out for four years,” he threatened.
“I wish I was big,” she said glumly.
And he wished she would stay this size forever.
To divert her attention from the diving board, Jacob collected pool toys from the deck box. Amanda joined their games, though she really sucked at diving for batons. She kept grabbing Julie’s ankle instead. Julie giggled every time. They had sword fights with pool noodles and contests to see who could hold their breath underwater the longest. By the time Julie said, “I’m hungry,” a couple of hours later, Jacob was running low on fuel and energy. Who would have thought a tiny little girl could completely wear out two adults?
“I’ll start the grill,” he said and pulled himself out of the pool with shaky arms.
While he got lunch cooking, Amanda started a rousing new game of Who Can Float on Her Back the Longest without Sinking. He supposed it was her version of the Quiet Game. Julie didn’t have flotation devices built into her chest yet—and thank God for that—so the game was a real challenge for her and kept her well occupied.
“Do you want a hamburger?” Jacob called from behind the grill. “Or I can cook some brats?”
“I’m not a brat,” Julie assured him. “Don’t cook me.”
Jacob grinned and shook his head. “I’m talking about a bratwurst.”
“What’s worse than a brat?” Julie looke
“This,” Jacob said, holding up a bratwurst for Julie to see.
“Oh, a fat hotdog,” she said and crinkled up her nose. “I don’t like those kind.”
“One hamburger for Julie,” he said. He flopped a raw patty onto the grill. It hissed satisfyingly. “Amanda?”
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