wanted her something fierce, but now that he knew how truly innocent she was, he didn’t want to ruin her. He didn’t deserve someone as pure as she was. But the more he thought about it, how could he walk away from her? She had awoken something inside of him. So for now he was going to be a selfish bastard because he wanted a little good in his life for once.
“Tessa, I won’t ever pressure you into doing something you’re not ready for.” He didn’t want her thinking he’d do something like that. He kissed her forehead tenderly.
“I know you wouldn’t. I just wanted you to know now, just in case that was a deal breaker for you. I-I don’t know how all of this works, and I figured it would be best to be honest with you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight to his chest. “Don’t get me wrong, I want you. I want anything you’re willing to give me, but we can take our time. If and when you’re ready to go there, I would love nothing more than to be that man.” That was the god’s honest truth.
He felt her lips against his neck, and just like that he had a hard on again. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his covered dick. He heard her suck in a breath.
“Wow!” she breathed. Her hand slipped up and down his cock, and it ached to be let out. Covering her hand with his, he halted her movements.
“Baby, you need to stop or I’ll embarrass myself.”
Her brow was furrowed, but then her eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked nervously down at his cock, and he watched her bite her lip. She was killing his self-control and she didn’t even realize it.
Once he had himself straight, he gave Tessa a tour of his house. She seemed sincere in her appreciation of the work he was doing, asking questions about the updates he was making. He knew he was rambling on, but his home was his pride and joy. It was a three-bedroom ranch, the master bedroom had an en suite, but the other bathroom was in the hallway. One of the other bedrooms had a weight bench, free weights, and a punching bag. The other had a futon and dresser. He had wanted to decorate it for Abby, but he didn’t.
Journey and he had talked at great length about him repairing his relationship with his little girl. They both agreed they’d talk to her together when she was older. Now she was just too young to fully grasp why Journey and Dylan were raising her. She knew he was her dad, but she didn’t remember why she wasn’t living with him.
He shook his head and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He laced his fingers with Tessa’s and led her back outside, instructing her to get in the hammock. Again the sight of her cute little ass sticking up in the air mesmerized him. When she was settled in, he went around and lit the tiki torches. He ran inside and grabbed his guitar.
She smiled as he approached her, her eyes going to the guitar. “Are you going to play for me?”
“Yep. Make room for me, darlin’.”
She took his guitar from him as he slid in next to her. Once he was settled in, he took it back from her. His guitar always felt like an extension of himself. For as long as he could remember, he played. He and his dad would sit for hours just playing together, but when Cash started to play better than his own father, things changed. His dad had extremely high expectations of him.
When he wanted to hang out with his friends, his dad wanted him to practice. He quit sports and worked on his music and his song writing more and more. He quickly turned into the typical after-school special. He never smoked weed, but started popping pills. It was recreational at first, just hanging out with friends, getting high, and playing music. It spiraled out of control so fast.
“What is that you’re playing?” He hadn’t even realized he was playing.
“Nothing special, just some random notes. Do you have any requests?” He turned his head to look at her. The tiki torches
“Tessa, I won’t ever pressure you into doing something you’re not ready for.” He didn’t want her thinking he’d do something like that. He kissed her forehead tenderly.
“I know you wouldn’t. I just wanted you to know now, just in case that was a deal breaker for you. I-I don’t know how all of this works, and I figured it would be best to be honest with you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight to his chest. “Don’t get me wrong, I want you. I want anything you’re willing to give me, but we can take our time. If and when you’re ready to go there, I would love nothing more than to be that man.” That was the god’s honest truth.
He felt her lips against his neck, and just like that he had a hard on again. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his covered dick. He heard her suck in a breath.
“Wow!” she breathed. Her hand slipped up and down his cock, and it ached to be let out. Covering her hand with his, he halted her movements.
“Baby, you need to stop or I’ll embarrass myself.”
Her brow was furrowed, but then her eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked nervously down at his cock, and he watched her bite her lip. She was killing his self-control and she didn’t even realize it.
Once he had himself straight, he gave Tessa a tour of his house. She seemed sincere in her appreciation of the work he was doing, asking questions about the updates he was making. He knew he was rambling on, but his home was his pride and joy. It was a three-bedroom ranch, the master bedroom had an en suite, but the other bathroom was in the hallway. One of the other bedrooms had a weight bench, free weights, and a punching bag. The other had a futon and dresser. He had wanted to decorate it for Abby, but he didn’t.
Journey and he had talked at great length about him repairing his relationship with his little girl. They both agreed they’d talk to her together when she was older. Now she was just too young to fully grasp why Journey and Dylan were raising her. She knew he was her dad, but she didn’t remember why she wasn’t living with him.
He shook his head and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He laced his fingers with Tessa’s and led her back outside, instructing her to get in the hammock. Again the sight of her cute little ass sticking up in the air mesmerized him. When she was settled in, he went around and lit the tiki torches. He ran inside and grabbed his guitar.
She smiled as he approached her, her eyes going to the guitar. “Are you going to play for me?”
“Yep. Make room for me, darlin’.”
She took his guitar from him as he slid in next to her. Once he was settled in, he took it back from her. His guitar always felt like an extension of himself. For as long as he could remember, he played. He and his dad would sit for hours just playing together, but when Cash started to play better than his own father, things changed. His dad had extremely high expectations of him.
When he wanted to hang out with his friends, his dad wanted him to practice. He quit sports and worked on his music and his song writing more and more. He quickly turned into the typical after-school special. He never smoked weed, but started popping pills. It was recreational at first, just hanging out with friends, getting high, and playing music. It spiraled out of control so fast.
“What is that you’re playing?” He hadn’t even realized he was playing.
“Nothing special, just some random notes. Do you have any requests?” He turned his head to look at her. The tiki torches