Daddy's Little Wild One

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

I woke up to the smell of c***k caffeine.

My body was stiff from the long hike yesterday, as well as sleeping on the couch.

The metal restraint irritated the one wrist made of flesh, and the other ached dully with delusional pain, as if my arm below the elbow were still there and suffered from its wound. The cuffs were an extreme measure. On the other hand, I wasn’t a female. I didn’t know what it felt like to be prey and live in the middle of the woods. Selfishly, I was willing to go along with anything it took to have a warm place to sleep.

And now coffee. Please God, let her give me coffee.

There was an additional spicy sausage odor that made my belly grumble. I rose, stretched my back, and walked toward the finger-l*****g aroma.

Good God, coffee and whatever sizzled in the cast iron pan on the woodstove weren’t the only things that whet my appetite.

She looked amazing, if not a little too thin, in her gray sweatpants, hips bouncing from side to side in time to Patsy Cline.

My renegade c**k was jacked without needing coffee and couldn’t decide which lascivious thing to do first.

Fuck her from behind! Put her on her knees in front of you. Punish her for being such a potty mouth last night.

Instead, I politely said, “Good morning. Don’t suppose I could bother you for a cup of coffee?”

She spun around, sucked in a gasp, and looked at me, blinking rapidly. The wooden spoon in her hand stuck out comically at her side.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.“

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people!” The tendons in her neck stood out, and her face had drained of color.

“For real, I’m sorry.” The last thing I wanted to do was exacerbate her uneasiness, even though her response seemed a little disproportionate to the situation. “Do you think I’ll be so lucky as to get some of whatever you’re cooking?“

“Of course. We feed our prisoners well here.”

Was that a joke?

I admired the way she gracefully maneuvered a generous pour of the life-affirming liquid into a sizable mug while continuing to stir breakfast. “Don’t make yourself at home though. Right after breakfast, I’m hauling your a*s back to town.”

Just watch your mouth, okay, baby? But it wasn’t like she was my baby girl, so I really couldn’t expect her to slough off that coarse tongue of hers with its disrespectful tone.

I told my soft Dom self to take a seat as I informed her, “My truck is parked up on the ridge by the road. Not in town.“

“Whatever.” She jerkily put away the last of the dishes in the drying rack, jamming them into the cupboards with loud clinks and clanks. It was surprising they didn’t break.

God, she was prickly. I heard the unspoken words in my head. Say “whatever” again and I’ll s***k you; is that what you want? The idea made my palm itch with the urge to smack her succulent bottom. I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew what I was thinking?

My traitorous thoughts ran rampant with fantasies flashing across my brain. I’d take her outside, strip her n***d, and tell her to run on the count of three. Then I’d prove to her she couldn’t escape, shoving her up against a tree….

I tried to hide the fact that I wanted to eat her up by saying, “Is it always this foggy here?“

“It’s never predictable. Weather changes from one minute to the next. You were asking to get lost, no matter how experienced you are in the woods.”

“Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. I appreciate it.”

After breakfast, she actually put a blindfold on me before taking me to my truck, and as an extra layer of precaution, she drove in circles, on side roads, away from town, and back again to disorient me, so I would have no idea where she lived or how to gain access to her property.

“Paranoia will destroy ya, you know, little girl?”

“‘Better safe than sorry,’ I always say. Think you can find your way back to town?” She pulled the Glock out from under her jacket and uncuffed me, her eyes backlit with the glimmer of amusement and crinkled at the corners.

“Careful now, that looked like the beginning of a smile. Don’t want your ‘tough girl’ reputation being sullied.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d tell you to get lost, but such tactics landed you at my front door the last time.”

This time my internal voice was Daddy, not Dom. Okay, baby girl, Daddy’s going now. I promise I’ll be back soon. Instead, I said, “Wasn’t so bad, was it? I’d do it again, if it weren’t for the handcuffs. Those were a bit much.” I rubbed my one good wrist under my arm to soothe the irritation. “By the way, you never told me your name.”

“You never asked.”

Her sass made my one good palm tingle with the urge to deliver discipline. “Tell you what, next time we see each other, you can tell me if you feel like it. I’m Jasper, by the way.”

I ducked into my pickup and watched her for as long as I could in the rearview mirror.

Idiot, you let her get away.

And so the s****l dry spell continues.

Avoidance of women was my modus operandi since my accident. It had been hard to feel attractive when a piece of me was missing—a by-product of the explosion that no one really talked about. I was a big fucker and worked hard to keep my existing parts in good shape, so it wasn’t like I never got offers from the ladies.

But I had arrived at a point where hookups didn’t do it for me anymore.

When I thought about my fascination with the mysterious girl from the mountains, I had a before-its-time feeling it was plenty more than s*x alone that I ached for.