It’s more than fate.
It’s destiny, I know it is, but I don’t tell her that right away.
With introductions aside and a silently mutual pause on what just happened here, I relax and so does she.
We sit in the little lounge room area, her in her robe and me with my coat over my lap, talking about everything apart from the convention.
Everything apart from what just happened. But I can tell from her eyes, her little glances, and her own body that she’s not put off by it.
Not by a long shot.
“My bath!” she suddenly announces, leaping up and forward so quickly she almost leaps right into my lap, but she scrambles sideways and darts to the bathroom, opening the door and letting out a sound of relief.
“It’s okay, still hot enough,” she says to herself, the echo carrying to my ears.
“I’ll let you freshen up,” I call out, trying not to crane my neck to see her from behind as she bends over to check her bathwater and failing.
My dick is harder than before, and with a slick of wet heat at the tip now, I almost wish I had finished for her.
But I know it would’ve done nothing to quell the fire I feel stoking inside me every time I even think of her now let alone look at her.
“Maybe we could grab a bite to eat after?” I ask, trying to sound casual, standing to go to my own room and seeing her fine ass in the mirror over the fireplace I feel my hand gripping myself again, stifling a groan as I tear myself away.
“Uh, yeah, that’d be nice,” she calls back, her voice trembling a little.
I find my room and sit on the edge of the bed. Ordering myself not to look. Forcing my eyes shut and screaming in my mind to give her some privacy.
Slowly I get up to close the door, and can’t help but notice the bathroom door is ajar, just enough for me to have a full view of her body if I use my new best friend, the magic mirror.
This is going better than I could have possibly hoped for, in the space of an hour I’ve gone from wondering where she could be to watching her get into and take a bath, mere feet away from me.
I feel my whole body tense, jaw clenched and fists balled to the point of me wanting to bite my white knuckles though.
How the hell am I gonna get through one night of this, sharing a suite with her let alone get through the whole weekend?
I’ll have to tell her.
There’s no way I can go a night alone with her in the room right across from me.
Tell her what? That I just met a girl old enough to be my daughter and I can’t rest until I fill her full of my babies?
The singular thought. A very idea.
Snatching another quick glance in the mirror as I watch one of her legs shift up through the suds.
It’s the only thing that feels real anymore.
It’s like my whole life has been leading up to not just this weekend or this moment, but to meeting her.
To making the first steps towards a future that has two people in it instead of just one.
I must have her.
She will be mine.
Chapter Five
Lucy
Although there’s no doubting Nathan’s excitement once I wake up, I do have my doubts by the time I try my best at being forward. Announcing I’m having a bath, even leaving the door ajar.
Too much too soon?
It’s about as forward as I can think to be, and I have to admit, I feel a little stab of hurt when he suggests food instead of what I thought he had in mind.
But then again, that dick. The whole man, I mean he’s massive and next to him even I feel tiny.
Struggled with my size my whole life, being told a thousand different ways how big I am, but when I’m near Nathan I feel dainty. Almost fragile.
I don’t do much relaxing in my bath, and I can hear Nathan going off to his own room, making me wonder if he’s really interested in me after all or did I just catch a guy doing what guys do when they think they’re alone?
But he was looking right at me, moaning like a wild animal.
Don’t they all though? I mean, that’s what I’ve heard.
An underwear catalog could set most guys off if they are horny enough, right?
I should be flattered, honored even but by the time the water’s cold enough to shock me out of my own arousal, I feel a little stupid for even thinking someone like Nathan Cartwright could or even would go for a younger, thicker girl like me.
It’s called fantasy for a reason, remember?
I tell myself I should just settle for the most amazing day it’s been so far and what a weekend that’s bound to follow.