Chapter 8KentMy emotions are all over the place. One minute I’m pissed off because of the time I lost with them—moments of my daughter’s life I’ll never get back. Then, I’m sad. Not for me, as much for Delaney and Kendrix. They’ve been living a lie by thinking I didn’t want them. I can’t imagine what that must have felt like for her. Waking up, finding out you’re pregnant, and thinking the father of your child doesn’t want you. That’s when the anger kicks back in, and it’s all toward her parents. How could they do this to her? To both of them? I don’t know how they sleep at night knowing that they kept that little girl from her father. And just thinking about her, about Kendrix and her bright smile, her curious mind, and the happiness takes over.
When I heard Delaney talking to her earlier, I was angry because I couldn’t do the same. I feel it deep in my soul that little girl is a part of me. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. I know the truth, and soon, we’ll have the official documents to prove it. I just wanted to get a glimpse of her. To see the smile that shined through her voice, the smile of my little girl. I didn’t expect Delaney to turn her phone toward me. I didn’t expect her to let me actually talk to her. It’s a moment I will never, for the rest of my life, ever forget. The day I met my daughter. The only thing that can top this is when I get to see her in person. When I get to tell her who I am and pull her into a hug. That moment is one I’ve not stopped thinking about since the moment I learned of her existence.
It’s five minutes before six when I pull back into Delaney’s driveway. I rushed home and took the world’s fastest shower to get back to her. I’m still shocked she agreed to come with me tonight, but then again, earlier today, she rocked my world when she said she believed me that Kendrix is mine. I'm dying to ask her all day if she remembers me. If she remembers us. So many times I started to abandon the job and go in search of her, but I couldn’t do that to the guys. We’re a five-man crew for a reason, all hands on deck. Besides, I’ve been distracted enough on this job. I need to make sure I’m pulling my weight and not leaving them to pick up my slack.
Leaving the truck running, I climb out to greet her. She’s already walking down the front steps of the porch by the time I reach her. Her long blonde hair is in curls hanging down her back, and her blue eyes are bright. She smiles at me, but I can tell she’s nervous.
“Hey.” I stop in front of her. I’m a step below so she’s more my height. Not able to help myself, I lean in, wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
“Hi, Kenton,” she whispers.
“You know you only used to call me Kenton when you were mad at me.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, taking my offered hand and letting me lead her to the passenger side of my truck. I open the door for her and wait until she’s strapped in before shutting the door and racing back to slide behind the wheel. “Did I get mad at you often?” she questions.
“Usually only during sex.” Her quick intake of breath tells me I’ve shocked her.
“What?” She whips her head to the left to face me. “I’m going to need you to explain that one.”
I chuckle. “I used to hold off on your pleasure. Push you to the point of no return and then back off.” My voice is deep and husky, and my cock twitches thinking about making love to her. I’ve been inside her more times than I could possibly count, and my cock remembers. I remember. I keep my eyes trained on the road, but I can feel her stare.
“You did?” she breathes.
She doesn’t remember. “I could never get enough of you. I liked to drag out your pleasure. I thrived on making you want me.”
“H-How?” I glance over to see her swallow hard. “How did you make me want you?” Her voice is soft.
My hands grip the wheel and I’m two seconds from pulling over to the side of this fucking road and showing her. I know she’s not ready for that. I shift in my seat, trying to make room for my growing erection in my jeans. “You really want to know?” My voice is thick with desire as sparks ignite between us in the cab of my truck.
Her reply is whispered, but it could have been yelling for the resounding sound in my ears. “Yes.” No hesitation.