Daddy’s Orders (Silver Fox Daddies)

“Someone’s a million miles away.”

I should’ve been focused on the moment. Because the moment was a damn good one. Cool air breezed into the bedroom through the open windows, the hush of the waves upon the shore audible in the distance. Then there was the gorgeous, impossibly sexy woman curled up at my side.

Emily had noticed that my mind was somewhere else. In my defense, how could it not be? It’d been less than an hour ago that I’d fought off a damn invasion and attempted kidnapping on my own goddamn island.

Rage burned deep inside. I wanted to kill Charles, to rip him limb-from-limb. My island was one thing—a belonging that could be replaced like any other. What truly caused the anger to boil was how he’d put Emily, his own daughter, at such great risk. All it would’ve taken was a single bullet to shoot wide.

Emily sat up, an expression of concern on her face.

“Seriously, something’s wrong.”

That was another bother, how easily Emily made my emotions come to the forefront. I took pride in not being easy to read. The way I felt about Emily, however, caused me to wear my emotions right there on my sleeve.

I wasn’t normally one to talk openly about my feelings, and I wasn’t planning on starting. All the same, I had to say something to her. She’d gone through it with me, after all.

“Thinking about the attack.”

She let out an amused snort. “Logan, why not let me in a little bit? Are you worried? Scared? Tell me.” Emily reached forward and placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

Scared? Worried? I didn’t have time for such frivolous, useless emotions. Anger wasn’t much better, but at least that particular emotion had the potential to motivate.

“Just pissed that it happened, pissed that you came so close to getting hurt.”

“But I wasn’t hurt. You saved me.”

“Yeah, I did. But if I had shown up just a few minutes later…”

Emily shook her head. “You didn’t show up a few minutes later. You showed up right on time. And damn, that was something else to see you at work. Where the hell did you learn those kinds of moves anyway?”

I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation about my past.

“Don’t worry about it.”

She opened her mouth to object, but closed it before saying anything, shaking her head with a smirk on her face, as if she’d been silly to have expected any other answer.

“And letting Marta onto the island,” I went on. “That was sloppy and foolish.”

“Never in a million years would I have guessed that Marta would do something like that, that she’d betray me to my freaking dad. I always thought she was on my side, you know? I thought she was looking out for me. Turns out I was wrong.”

“Could be. Perhaps in her own way she’d convinced herself of the rightness of her actions. Might be that she thought she was doing you a favor.”

Emily sat up, running her hand through her thick, dark hair. “It’s too much to process.”

I sat up with her. “Not to mention that you don’t need to worry about anything right now other than getting better. I’ll find out the how’s and whys of what happened.”

Still sitting up, she turned her attention to her twisted ankle.

“Be careful on that thing,” I said. “You lucked out by not fracturing it. You go too hard too quickly and you might make it worse.”

Without replying, she rotated her ankle slowly. I watched, expecting her to let out a cry of pain. That didn’t happen. Instead, she turned toward me and flashed a smile.

“Barely hurt at all.”

“That’s good. But don’t—”

Emily didn’t even let me finish my sentence before she slid off the bed and onto her feet. Instead of buckling under the pain, she stood normally.

“You OK?” I asked.

“It hurts a little bit. But nothing crazy. Much better than earlier.”

I watched her step around the room. The sight of Emily moving around, completely naked, was almost hypnotic. Her heavy breasts bounced with each step, the muscles of her long, slender legs tensing. She was a thing of beauty. When she was done testing out her ankle, she turned to me with a smile.

“Good as new, I think.”

“Maybe. Still, I wouldn’t go running on that thing if I were you. Give it a few days before you’re back to normal.”

Emily came over and sat down on the bed next to me. I glanced ahead at the open door to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “Why don’t you relax here for a little while. Lie down and rest, at least until I’m done in there. Give your ankle a little time to recover.”

She nodded, as if seeing the sense in my words.

“Alright. Only because you asked.” She followed up her words with a wink, then scooted back onto the bed and laid down.

I rose, eager to step into the shower. I was still tense from the fight, and a little high-pressure soak sounded like just the thing to work through it. As I stepped into the bathroom, I cast one last glance over my shoulder.

Emily was on the bed curled up, laying on her side in a way that drew my attention to the sensual curve of her hip. We’d only just had sex, but a single orgasm hadn’t come close to satisfying my desire for her. My cock twitched to life, stiffening by the moment until I forced my eyes away from her.

I closed the door slowly. My bathroom was huge, perhaps excessively so. A clawfoot tub was at one end, a jacuzzi in the corner on the other side of that. A massive mirror with two sinks was situated on the opposite side of the door.

The real piece de resistance of the room was the enormous shower sauna that took up a third of the space. It was gigantic, big enough for a dozen people, at least, that’s what the contractor had told me.

I stepped into the shower, the floor and walls dark wood, a bench going all around. The electronic panel lit up as the sensors detected me, numbers appearing as I waved my hand in front of the control panel. After a bit of tooling with the settings, I had a triple-stream shower going, hot water hitting me from just about every angle.

It was heaven. Not quite as nice as being in bed with Emily, but the shower did wonders to help me work through tension that had taken hold since the attack.

The attack… A fresh wave of anger ran through me as I remembered it. I’d done the right thing by letting those pricks go. All the same, I couldn’t help but imagine what could have happened had things gone differently back there. It’d be a simple matter of grabbing one of their guns and popping them off one by one. I’d leave Marta alive so that she could inform her asshole boss of what had gone down.

There was a hell of a lot to do. I’d need to meet with Roberto and discuss the assault and come up with a plan to defend against the next one. On top of that, I’d need to add more guards, make sure they were armed with top-of-the-line weapons, no room for mistakes.

Through the sound of the rushing water from the shower, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned where I stood, my blood running hot at the idea of someone getting the drop on me. But beyond the fogged glass of the shower, I made out a figure I’d be able to spot anywhere.

Emily approached the shower with slow, sensual steps, and as she drew closer, I could see that she hadn’t bothered to put her bikini back on. She approached the glass and knocked softly.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah. You can.”

She opened the door, steam from the heated water cascading over her perfect body. Emily entered, looking around at the space.

“You’ve got your own steam room in here?” she asked.

My eyes were locked onto her body. I’d barely processed her question.

“Yeah,” I said, coming back to the moment. “Jealous?”

She chuckled. “Extremely. Don’t get me wrong, my bathroom is nice. But this is on another level.”

I turned, water running down my body and my cock.

“Something I can help you with?” I asked. “And aren’t you supposed to be staying off that ankle?”

She raised her foot, rotating her ankle as if nothing was wrong in the slightest.

“Feels better by the minute. Anyway, I thought a shower sounded pretty nice. And…” She trailed off, looking away with a smile on her face.

“And what?”

“And… Well, I thought that there might be something I could help you with.”

“Is that right?”

She began making her way over to me. “Mmm-hmm. I was thinking that after all you did back at the beach, you could use a little relaxation.” Emily closed the distance between the two of us, draping her arms over my shoulders.

“What kind of relaxation did you have in mind?”

“I could tell you. But I’d rather show you.”

Emily stepped up on her tiptoes, coming in for a kiss. Part of me wanted to resist and tell her we needed to pump the brakes on what was happening between us. But how the hell was I supposed to refuse a woman like her naked in my damn shower?

So, I didn’t. I kissed her right back, letting my hands fall onto her perfect tits, then down to the curves of her hips.

“I hope you had more in mind than just a kiss,” I said with a grin.

“Someone’s presumptuous.” She reached down and took hold of my stiff cock, wrapping her fingers around it. “Presumptuous and eager.” Emily stroked me for a bit, the pleasure beginning instantly. “OK, so… I wanted to do something. But I’m not exactly sure how.”

I said nothing for a moment, savoring how damn good it felt to have her hand on my cock like that.

“Tell me.”

“I want to taste you.” I nearly came right then at her words.

“Just don’t use your teeth and we’ll be fine,” I said. Emily grinned, standing on her feet for one more kiss. I kissed her back, but her lips only stayed there for a moment before she moved them to my cheek, then to my jaw, then my neck. Bit by bit, she made her way down my body, marking her path with kisses. Soon she was down on her knees, my cock right in front of her face.

She turned her attention to it, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the end. I watched as she opened her mouth, flicking out her tongue and using it to tease me a bit more before sealing her lips around my end.

Emily looked up at me, and the sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth was about the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. She went down slowly, taking more of me into her. I placed my hand on the back of her head, guiding her down, down until she stopped. Once she hit about the halfway point, her eyes flashed wide and she went back up.

“That was a lot,” she said.

“You’re doing fine,” I said. “Hell, better than fine. Just keep doing what you were doing.”

She nodded, then went back to it. Emily brought my cock into her mouth, forming a tight seal as she descended down my length once more. After reaching the halfway point again, she went back up and gave my head another lashing with her tongue.

She soon had a steady rhythm going, her lips going down my shaft, up and down, up and down.

I took her hand as she sucked me, placing it on my balls. Emily got the hint, squeezing me gently as she sucked. The pleasure was intense, and I felt myself grow weak in the knees as the orgasm built.

Right as I was approaching the edge, Emily took my cock out of her mouth and stood up.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, Emily took me by the hand and led me over to the benches on the other side of the space. Once there, she turned around and sat down, spreading her legs before me.

“That was more of a turn-on than I expected,” she said. “Now let’s finish together.”

I stepped closer to her. “Ask me nicely, and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

Emily licked her lips. “Please. Please fuck me until we both come.”

I took hold of my cock and drove it into her. She moaned loudly, her pussy soaking wet. Emily wrapped her legs around me and I wasted no time driving into her with wild abandon, bringing the both of us closer to orgasm until we released at the same time, my cock draining deep inside of her.

We said nothing for a time, catching our breath and recovering.