Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(14)

I was coasting on the wave of bliss when he moved to kiss the insides of my thighs. I looked down and saw the smile of a man that wasn't done with me yet. I almost exploded all over again.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

We heard the screams, and Michael stilled between my legs.

We heard Elizabeth roaming around at the top of the stairway, and panic set in. It took all of one second to realize how this would look to her. Here I was, stripped bare and spread-eagled on the living room floor, while her naked father - his stiff cock still on full display - had his head buried between my legs.

This was not good.

Michael jumped up, grabbed for his boxers, then tossed my robe at me, "I'm coming honey," he yelled and then turned to me and grimaced at his choice of words.

I tried not to laugh, but the situation really was funny - in a terrifying sort of way.

"Daddy! Where are you?" we could hear tiny footsteps coming down the stairway as he stepped into his boxers. The thin fabric was no match for his raging hard-on, so he reached for my silky robe. With a quick apology, he slipped it on.

The demure robe wasn't much better at hiding him, and I had to cover my mouth to keep silent. He rolled his eyes and gathered up as much material as he could to cover himself and started for the door. "I'm on my way, sweetie," he yelled back, "just stay right there!"

In one swift move, he rushed back to my side, "I'm so sorry about this," he whispered playfully, "wait for me in your bedroom and I'll be there as soon as I can." His kiss was brief but forceful and my stomach did flip-flops over the thought of what he was going to do to me next.

He rushed out of the room and bounded the steps to meet his daughter.

"Is Devon with you?" I heard her ask with pure innocence.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He avoided her question with one of his own.

"I thought I heard you playing," she explained, clearly vexed at being questioned, "are you playing Candyland without me?"

"No sweetie," he laughed, "I would never play Candyland without you."

I heard the two of them head down the hallway to her room and took the opportunity to sneak back to mine. With a backward glance, I noticed that the storm was over - had been for some time. It had left behind a slate clean, and I was looking forward to a fresh start.





Chapter 10





I plodded up the stairs of the Victorian house, or Vicky as Elizabeth had taken to calling it, and I tried to let go of all my recent disappointments. My life seemed to be filled with nothing but highs - like the erotically themed thunderstorm, and then lows - like how I spent the rest of the night alone.

I needed to get my mind off the drama and onto something productive. It had been too long since I had spent any time at the house and was itching to get things moving again.

As soon as I opened the door, I knew something was wrong.

"What the fuck is this?" I yelled much louder than I should have as I struggled to gain entry. I was able to push hard enough to see that a pile of dirty tarps was caught under the door. After negotiating that problem I saw a much bigger problem.

Stuff.

Lots of Stuff.

Boxes of tile, piles of lumber, kitchen appliances and cheap laminate countertops - the wrong countertops - filled almost every empty spot on the floor.

"FUCK THIS!" My anger was unleashed and all my frustrations came tumbling out. I was still angry that I waited all night for Michael to show up and angrier that I never confronted him about it. By the time I got up, he and Elizabeth were already gone to work and daycare and I was left alone and dejected - again.

Since then all our conversations were through voicemail and text message because every moment was spent either swamped with work or ferrying Elizabeth to more activities than I even knew existed. The only break was when she went on a three-day camping trip with her wilderness kids group - and of course, Michael went too.

I wasn't angry that he went - or even that they went without me. She was his daughter and he should put her first. That's the way it was supposed to be. Angry wasn't the right word - frustrated was… but sexually frustrated was the most accurate description.

I walked around the piles and as I got closer to the kitchen, I could hear the steady drip, drip, drip of the leaky pipe in the kitchen.

"One thing," I hissed, "I specifically asked him for one thing."

I went to the faucet and flipped the handle a bit more harshly than I should have. I heard a slight gurgling right before everything seemed to explode and water started spraying from every direction.

It was the wettest I had been all week.

I sputtered and adjusted the handle, but it just seemed to get worse. I finally gave up and dove under the sink to find the valve that turned off the water supply.

"What the hell!"

I heard Michael swearing in the parlor while I struggled to turn the rusted valve. Water still sprayed from the faucet and I could feel the droplets cover my back and slide down my legs.

Great - this is just how I wanted him to see me - down on all fours with my damp clothes clinging to my body, my blonde hair pulled back in a tangled heap, and my ass waving in the air.

"What the fuck happened here!" His deep authoritative voice rumbled out and I felt the vibration run through my body.

Too late. I gave up on the valve and folded myself out from under the sink in an effort to regain my dignity. As I turned around, I saw him glaring at me. Every muscle in his body was visibly taut, and if I wasn't so angry I would have been impressed.