She must be exhausted, Jordan thought. “You and me too, kiddo.”
He dropped his side-bag on the kitchen table and walked over to Mia. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms like a princess and walked her down the hall. His right fingertips grazed the braless softness of Mia’s right tit over the material of her thin hoodie and his left arm hugged around her powerful thighs. Before they got to her room, Mia’s eyes fluttered open.
“About time,” she yawned, smiling as she grazed Jordan’s cheek with her fingertips.
“You’re already more family than I’ve ever had. I couldn’t pay my wife to do the dishes,” Jordan said.
“Who said I wasn’t going to make you pay?” Mia chuckled. “I’m kidding. Wait. What time is it?”
“Hmm, about eleven?” Jordan whispered.
“Shit! Uh,” Mia exclaimed, lowering herself to the ground; Jordan was forced to let her go. “I have to um, study, for a bit. But it might also be a while. I made a bit of dinner too. It’s not much, but…”
Jordan smiled and pat her on the head gently. “Relax, I’ll take care of the rest. Just do what you have to do and get some rest, okay?” he whispered.
Mia closed her eyes and groaned happily as Jordan pat her head; the sound she made was like a purr. “Okay, well…” she said, opening the door to her room and stepping in. “Good night, Daddy.”
“Good night, babygirl.”
‘Babygirl?’ Why does that sound so enticing? I love it, Mia thought.
Mia held the doorknob tightly and looked at it while she smiled. She turned around slowly, to see the strong man who took her in when she had no else to go but hell. She shook her head, unable to resist the urge to hug him; and so, she did. They shared a hug for longer than the average father and daughter do. After pulling away, she waved her fingers at Jordan before closing the door behind her, fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned against it from the other side.
Fuck. His scent. How am I already getting wet? Mia thought.
That scent. Is there an orchard in her hair? Now I’m hard. Great, Jordan thought.
Jordan knew very well that she wasn’t going to study. Once he was in his room, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his blue laptop on the corner. He was interested in seeing one of Mia’s ‘study sessions’ first hand with an even better angle.
Am I really going to pretend I don’t want to see this girl? Sure, I’m looking after her, but I’m just looking. There’s no harm in that. I think, Jordan thought.
It was like both his evil and holy representations of conscience said: “As long as you don’t fuck her, it should be fine.” It was questionable advice, but Jordan clearly wasn’t good at fighting temptation. He pulled the laptop closer and opened it slowly, and within seconds was at the front page of the camgirl site. He shook his head and laughed, feeling like a teenager all over again.
All Jordan had to do was search for the username he kept tucked away in his brain. It was hard to forget, considering how cute and on the nose it was; DreamerGirl. He typed it in, and after one scroll of the mouse wheel, he saw a thumbnail preview of the honey-glazed girl he’d know anywhere. Reluctantly, he hovered the cursor over the ‘watch now’ button and clicked it. The window opened and made Jordan realize how loud he left his laptop volume since the last time he used it. Mia’s moan echoed through the laptop speakers and around the entire room.