Page 110 of A Little Twist
“You’re kind of young to be worrying about regularity.” Doug chuckles, nodding to my parked car.
Shit. “Don’t ask.” I pull the glass door open, leaving the two of them snorting behind me.
* * *
When I’m finallyat the house again, I grab the razor tool off the counter and carefully scrape the bumper sticker off my car. She kicked it up a notch, but I’m here for it.
Inside, my little princess is standing on the step stool at the bar with her red hair in a bun on top of her head and a cupcake tin in front of her. Cass is at the stove, stirring ground meat in a pan. It smells delicious.
“Daddy!” Pinky yells when I walk through the door. “I’m making cheeseburger cups! Look!”
Walking over to the counter, I see she’s mashing what looks like flattened bread into the muffin cups. Beside her are bottles of mustard, ketchup, and small containers of shredded cheese and pickles.
“That’s creative.” I kiss her head, continuing past her to Cass. “Where do you find these recipes?”
“Google.” She turns to kiss my lips, and I pull her closer, nuzzling my face into her neck and making her laugh. “Stop, you’re going to make me spill.”
Lifting the pan off the stove, she carries it to the sink to drain. Pinky watches her with fascination, and I can’t wait another minute.
“Penelope?” I lift her off the ladder, putting her on my hip. “How would you feel about making Cass part of our family?”
“She’s already part of our family, Daddy.” Pinky props her little elbow on my shoulder, threading her fingers as she studies my chin. “She’s more like my mama than Jessica is.”
The pan clatters on the stove, and Cass’s eyes are wide when she turns to face us.
Catching my daughter’s chin, I lift her gaze to mine. “What do you mean, baby?”
“Jessica said I was her daughter, but she wasn’t like a real mom. She was like Drizella, so I picked Mama Cass instead.”
“Who’s Drizella?” My forehead wrinkles.
“Cinderella’s step-sister,” Cass answers quickly, joining us and taking Pinky’s hand. “Jessica told you she was your mother? When?”
“She told you, ‘Thank you for taking care of my daughter’ when she got here.” My little girl uses a nasally, affected tone, and I can’t help a chuckle.
“You heard that? Why didn’t you say anything, Sweet P?”
“I didn’t want her to be my mama.” Bright blue eyes meet mine. “I want you to marry Mama Cass and have a carriage and live happily ever after like the princesses.”
Cass slides her hand over Pinky’s back, and my daughter reaches for her. “Will you do that?”
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to tell you. I asked Cass to marry me, and she said yes.” Saying the words warms my chest. “We wanted to be sure that was okay with you.”
Pinky nods, her little lips pursed. “It’s okay with me, because I already said it was, and we’re already a family.”
I don’t know where she’s getting all this, but I can’t argue. It’s a fact that’s only grown stronger the more time has passed.
“You’re right.” Reaching out, I pull Cass to my side, and the three of us share a hug. “We just have to make it official.”
* * *
“I don’t want to wait,”my voice grinds out, and I’m doing my best not to come until she’s with me.
“So close…” Cass’s voice has turned into a growly moan, and fuck me, I love that sound.
She’s on my lap in a straddle, and my cock is buried balls-deep in her clenching core. She’s riding fast, and her breasts bob right at my mouth. Pulling a hardened nipple between my lips, I give it a firm suck.
“Oh, God!” Her back arches, and I feel her break.