Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave by Scarlett Skyes Page A

he buried
his face into the curve of my neck.
    Natural instinct kicked in and I
tilted my head back, allowing him access to the soft skin behind my
ear. My pussy trembled with the gentle sweep of his tongue. Who the
hell would have believed, all those books, about that area being
one to have me almost climaxing from only the touch of his lips?
Digging my fingers into his scalp I held him close to me, my
breathing became difficult from the little attention that he was
showing me.
    “Not by blood, you’re not really
my dad.” I managed to object through my moans.
    His head easily moved away from
my neck despite my effort to hold him in place. No my inner
cheerleader cried. She wanted him sucking on my neck again.
    His pools of whiskey drowned me
with the reflection of my own need. He seemed to be thinking of
something. Biting my lip I stopped myself from begging him not to
end what we had started, not to leave me wanting. His eyes darted
to my mouth, his head made a minute action similar to a nod and in
a show of strength he lifted me into his arms, clashing our mouths
back together.
    Wrapping my arms around his wide
shoulders and my legs around his hips, I held onto him as tightly
as I could. His muscle-bound frame made me feel small, something
that I knew I wasn ’ t. His tongue glided
over mine. Feeling bolder I tried one of the moves I had read
about. On the next pass of his tongue I clamped my lips around the
wet muscle and sucked. Daddy groaned, a tremble vibrating through
him and into me. I hadn ’ t even realized
we had moved until my back made contact with the rough surface, of
the cabins exposed wood wall. With my legs around his waist his
cock was perfectly aligned with my kitty. His hips rocked against
mine, mimicking what I wanted him to do without the barrier of
material between us.
    The need for air made me pull
from his mouth. His weather-aged face, inches from mine, showed
anger once again. The sight scared me as much as it turned me on.
He was a trained Navy Seal, he had the skills to bring men to their
knees and have others following him into war. But at that moment,
even with his hips still rubbing a delicious pattern against mine,
the look on his face had me wondering if this was the right
decision.
    “Da… Chief —”
    “Don ’ t, Myka. Do you know what you ’ ve started?”
    I could only nod my head at him;
I didn ’ t know what he wanted me to say
because I didn ’ t exactly know what I had
started. Something had taken over my body when I ’ d seen him standing there. I was blaming the
cheerleader that was still doing cartwheels and telling him to
hurry up and get this show on the road. My mind was a little more
hesitant as I studied his irate face.
    “We shouldn ’ t be doing this.” The way he said it, made it sound
like he was trying to talk himself out of being with me. My stomach
dropped at the thought of him leaving me unfulfilled.
    “ Chief —”
    “ Not
Chief. ”
    I was getting a little confused.
His face was a mask of anger, his eyes pools of whiskey lust. His
cock continued a hypnotic dance against my core. Thinking was
becoming difficult. He must have noticed my confusion because he
answered my unspoken question. “Don ’ t
call me Chief.”
    “Then what do you want me to
call you. Eric?” It was the first time I had ever called him by his
name.
    “No, Daddy.” With that his lips
recaptured mine. A naughty thrill coursed through me with the
knowledge that he wanted me to call him daddy. Moving us away from
the wall, I expected him to carry me down the short hallway that
led to the bedrooms. Instead he turned us around and made his way
over to the thick rug that filled the space in front of the
fireplace.
    With each one of his steps I
could feel the muscles of his arms flex. Confident in the fact that
he wouldn ’ t drop me I pushed my hands
between us, searching for the opening of his jacket. Wanting the
cumbersome fabric out of the way.
    I squealed as our angle