Spoil Me, Daddy(4)

She might be my new babysitter, but there was no fucking way I’d be able to keep my hands off her.





Chapter Two

Mary



I’d finally found him – the guy who was going to take my virginity.

I’d begun to worry – that I’d go to college without ever going past second base. I didn’t want to be the last of us among our friends to finally do it. To lose my V-card. Jane had succeeded with a home-run just a week after we graduated. She’d told me all about it. Well, most of it and I was so jealous. I’d lay in bed at night, touch myself and think of my own hot guy. A man who’d tell me what to do, to take me, fuck me, fill me. Night after night I dreamed of the one and now I’d found him.

It’d been a month since graduation. Aside from the whole virgin thing, I just wanted to get away from my house because it felt like every time I was home, my stress levels were off the charts. My mom was to blame for everything. Going to the local college would’ve been much more affordable, but she was willing to pay thousands of dollars more per semester to have me across the country so she could have alone time with her new fiancé.

Yeah, the whole “that college has the best early education program” speech was bullshit. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t hear their mating calls from my bedroom. They didn’t even care if I heard or saw everything they were doing. Dinner with those two was a nightmare. They were always feeling each other up, more than they would eat their food – and right in front of me.

I wanted out of the house as much as she wanted me gone, but I didn’t need to go two time zones away to give them space. Going to dinner at Mr. Parker’s house to meet a guy who needed a summer babysitter was great timing. I couldn’t miss my mom leading Bob into her bedroom. Gag. But Jane had called and I’d accepted. I just had to remember that Mr. Parker wasn’t my teacher anymore and I was supposed to call him Greg.

But I wasn’t interested in Greg. I wanted Gabe. I wanted a man’s touch. I wanted his touch. His kisses. His cock. I wanted him to claim me and fuck me. Gabe was practically God’s gift to women with thick dark hair and soft, mesmerizing blue eyes. Not to mention his body…I’d thought Mr. Parker was one fit man and Jane always gushed about him, but the moment I saw Gabe, I tried my best not to let him see that my nipples were hard and I had to wonder if he knew that my panties were ruined after the first glance. I managed well, since I had the job.

After that, when Mr. Parker and Jane excused themselves to go to the kitchen, Gabe and I got down to business – but not that kind. He told me about my working hours – six hours a day – and how much he was paying – twenty dollars an hour. It was double what I would get working a retail job. I’d never worked before, and thankfully, I didn’t have to, but having some experience, even babysitting, was always good for my resume. Not only that, but I really enjoyed kids. They were always so full of innocent energy, and a part of me missed that.

High school was all about pretending to know more than what we actually did. We couldn’t let anyone know we were virgins. We pretended we were “too cool for school.” We played games like Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare as if we’d been playing it all our lives. Honestly, it was a breath of fresh air to be finally done with that. I just needed to lose my virginity before I went to college, or else I’d be back to square one and pretending I knew more than I did.

I took a left turn and drove further up the street until I saw his house number – sixty-nine. I couldn’t help but smirk and start shaking my head when I saw it. I never even knew a house sign could make me feel so hot and horny. The idea of doing something like that with Gabe, well...I squirmed in my seat while pressing on the brakes and turning the engine off. I took my time getting out of my car and walking up to the front porch.

Gabe’s house was easily a standout from all the others on the street, the subdivision even. Being an architect, there was no doubt that he put his time, effort, and imagination into creating the place of his dreams. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, to the wood and black iron detailing of the structure, the design was something I hadn’t seen anywhere. Sure, it looked similar to those in high-end home magazines, but it wasn’t anything like the carbon copy houses on the street.

He was so buff, probably because he was an architect – him being so fit, tanned, and muscular. I remembered Gabe mentioning during dinner how he had a few projects lined up and was constantly visiting sites to overlook the construction. My mind suddenly started to whip up thoughts of him carrying sacks of gravel or driving bulldozers and whatnot. I could picture him opting to go shirtless from the heat of the afternoon sun with beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled body. Lifting a sledgehammer, swinging it, muscles rippling.