“May I clear the table?” she presses.
“Yup.”
I fold the paper after she removes the plate from in front of me, then watch her as she piles hers onto mine, then walks around to her brother.
Once she has them all stacked, she walks out of the dining room leaving me and Richter alone.
“You’re not fucking her today,” I warn him as I lean toward him.
“Okay.”
I nod as I lean back in my chair and reach for my glass of orange juice.
“Um, Dad?”
My eyes wander toward him over the brim of the glass, and I wait.
“Then why did we need to eat our breakfast?”
“Well,” I say as I set the glass down and get to my feet. “Last night, you learned how to eat her pussy. This morning, you get to find out what it feels like to get your dick sucked.”
His eyes dart toward the dining room entrance when Skylar walks back in. He’s probably wondering if she heard what I said.
Like it matters or will change anything.
“Come here, girl,” I say, holding a hand out to her before she has a chance to plant her ass back in her chair.
When I close my fingers around her soft flesh, I look up into her eyes.
Today, I don’t see Darby or Taylee.
I’ve never seen Jocelyn there either.
She’s finally becoming her own person in this family and, hopefully, I won’t think about the other ones for much longer.
I pat my leg and she dutifully sits down.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lean my face down toward her neck and inhale her scent.
Her body begins to tremble as I place a hand on her stomach.
She doesn’t have anything to worry about when it comes to me.
I could love her properly and show her how it should feel, and even though she doesn’t remind me of her mother today, I know her will is still buried deep inside my little girl.
Placing my forehead against the side of her face, I slip my fingers underneath her shirt and gently caress her stomach.
“Skylar?”
“Yes, Daddy?” she asks in a shaky tone.
“You know how you make Daddy feel good sometimes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Think you can do that for your brother?”
“I can try.”