Good Girl (Sugar Life #2)

16. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Hudson

My cock is rock hard in my pants, and I’m thankful I have the barrier of my briefs against my zipper.

Standing just outside the fitting room and listening to Emmy orgasm as I used an app on my phone to control the vibrator I’d inserted into her is a fantasy that I’ll replay in my head for the rest of my life.

Her surprise when it had first turned on . . .

The way she’d tried to stay quiet . . .

Her whimpers and moans . . .

Fuck.

I didn’t even need the app to tell me when she orgasmed—I heard it. I doubt she even noticed she was whispering my name and begging Daddy to let her come. I think I even heard her say something about a viper, but I’ll have to ask her about that later.

My cock pulses, and I reach down to give it a squeeze, slightly worried I might come in my fucking pants like a goddamn teenager, right here in the middle of the store.

I’ve never played like this before. No woman has ever allowed this kind of control and depth of fantasy. The way I just spoke to Emmy, like she was my toy to play with as I pleased, made her pupils blow wide and her pulse increase. Most of the women before her had run from my filthy words.

With how Emmy reacted today, I’m looking forward to seeing how far I can push her tonight.

Noise from inside the fitting room lets me know that it’s my cue to leave. I scan the store and spot Derek and Xavier at the register, collecting several bags. While we didn’t say yes to everything Emmy had tried on, there were very few things we said no to. This was her first self-selected reward, after all.

That plaid pleated mini skirt and white blouse combo was a hard yes from all four of us.

When my attention lands on Darcy, the asshole is smirking at me. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

I jerk my head toward the doors, then leave the store, the quiet music replaced with the hustle and bustle that is a mainstream mall. The door opens and closes behind me and then Darcy is right there.

“That was . . .” I can’t find the words.

“That was the start to our weekend,” he says, finishing my sentence but not using any of the words swirling around in my head.

Stunning. Exhilarating. Perfection.

“I think—” I don’t get to finish my sentence. The store doors open once again, and Derek, Xavier, and Emmy walk out.

Emmy is back in that fucking amazing blue dress, has her backpack on, her cheeks are rosy, and there is a sparkle in her eye only an amazing orgasm can give a woman. Derek is holding her hand, and both he and Xavier are carrying bags.

When they get to us, Derek looks down at Emmy and gives her hand a little squeeze. She looks up at him, the rosy hue of her cheeks deepening, before turning to look at me. Her gaze darts to the woman eyeing us as she walks by, not making it any secret that she is being a judgy bitch.

Emmy straightens her shoulders and stares back at the woman before returning her attention to me. “Thank you for my orgasm, Daddy.”

Not giving a fuck that Derek is holding her hand, I step in close and kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome, kitten.”

I cup the side of her face and pull her close until she places her head against my chest. Soaking in the feel of her against me, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment.

Before I really want to, I step back from the cuddle and look to my three best friends. “Lunch?”

“Actually, I wanted to go grab some more charcoals. You four go on without me, and I’ll join you at Lizzote’s,” Darcy responds, already taking a step back from us toward his preferred local art supply store.

“Charcoals?” Emmy asks. “You draw?”

I snort a laugh. Does Darcy draw? She’s lucky he hasn’t turned up the last two days covered with some sort of artistic medium splattered all over his clothes or under his nails.

Darcy smiles at Emmy. “I do. I sculpt and paint as well, but drawing is my preference.”

And he is equally good with each. The galleries who fight for his latest collections can attest to that.

Darcy takes another step back, and Emmy tracks him with her eyes. I watch her intently as she brings a hand to her mouth and nibbles at the side of her nail.

Does she not want him to leave, or is it something else?

“You still have one more reward of your choosing. Do you want to go with Darcy to the art supply store?”

Her gaze snaps from Darcy to mine, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and wonder. “I can buy art supplies?”

Something twists in my chest. “Of course, you can. It’s your reward. You get to choose whatever you want.”

“And you won’t take them away from me at the end of the weekend?”

That twisting sensation turns into a red-hot poker. I had suspicions last night after seeing the state of her backpack and the few belongings she’d tucked away in there. Her reaction to the backpack this morning also firmed up those suspicions.

I don’t think Emmy’s life has been as easy and bountiful as we’d like to imagine.

“No, we won’t take them back from you. Everything you receive this weekend is yours to keep,” I reply, but my voice is rougher than I’d like. “Why don’t you go with Darcy, and we'll put all your bags into the car, and then we can meet up for lunch?”

When she hesitates, Derek makes the decision she so clearly wants to make for her. “Go on, baby. Darcy will help you pick the things you want.” He lets go of her hand and gives her a gentle push in Darcy’s direction, who is holding out his hand to her.

With one final glance, she takes his hand, and they head off in the direction of the art supply store.

“She’s off-balance,” Derek comments, a small smile on his face.

“Mmm,” I agree, still feeling a pinch of concern. “Lunch is going to be interesting.”

“I think we might need to do a little interrogating over lunch,” Xavier rumbles, his voice barely above a murmur.

I nod. Yes, we definitely need to find out more about her.

And I know exactly how we are going to do it.