Mimi's Daddy Ch. 26: The Gift

Late in the afternoon, most of the guests were gone. Cake in tupperware containers had been tucked into cars to travel all across town. Jen's cousin had outdone herself. As they swayed on the porch swing, Mimi leaned against Adam's broad body. Feet on the ground, Adam lazily moved them back and forth. Jen had been one of the last to leave. Marge had tucked Sarah into her car with promises to return her tomorrow, after scolding them for not taking more time off.

"I suppose I should take you home, barefoot girl." Her feet were filthy from dancing.

"Don't you want to open our presents?"

He tugged on the fabric of her dress. "I do indeed want to open my present. I'm sure your parents won't mind if the wedding presents linger in their house for a day or two."

"Noah will probably open them."

"If he does, then he will be writing the thank-you notes."

Reaching up, she touched his solid jaw and soft beard. "We didn't ask for presents."

"People do what they do."

He lifted her from where she rested against him and sat her up. "The twins put leftovers in your fridge, so we are free to claim the rest of the night to ourselves," he said as he offered her his hand.

Mimi sheepishly looked down as she slipped her fingertips into his. "Should we just leave?"

"I'm sure they are surprised that we have stayed this long." Standing, he tugged her up. "I will admit I considered carrying you off to the barn earlier. I've never rolled around in hay with a pretty girl before."

"Hay is itchy." Mimi looped her hand into his arm. "Today was a perfect day." The twins were playing ball with Noah, but no one else was in sight. "I guess I can thank them all tomorrow."

"Do you have any idea where your shoes are?" Mimi pointed to where she had kicked them under a table. "I bribed your brothers to break down everything and reload the trailer. When they are done, they know to call Jim and he'll return everything to storage." The big grill was already loaded and waiting.

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As they drove past her house, she turned to look at Adam. "Where are we going?"

"Just two miles more."

"To the farmhouse?"

"To our house."

***

In the distance, she could see the living room lights on at the farm. Who on earth would be there this late in the day? "Someone is at the house. Who would be there? I know I didn't leave the lights on."

"What do you think I was doing Thursday when I couldn't answer your calls?"

"You were at the farmhouse?" Cool spring air flooded in through the open truck windows.

"No." He flashed a smile at her, and Mimi's heart skittered. Adam said, "I met with their lawyer and wrote him a check for the down payment. As soon as I can access my inheritance, I will give them the rest."

"I promise I will pay you back."

"Consider it my wedding present."

Mimi felt a wash of joy. Covering the down payment was a generous gift. She wondered how much he had given them. Whatever it was, she was grateful. She reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze. "Do you think the family came by to say goodbye to the house?"

"No. From what you've said, Mrs. Merril doesn't get around well these days." Mischief was in his smile.

She narrowed her gaze at him. "Why are the lights on?"

"I guess you will have to go in and see."

As soon as he put the car into park, she swung her door open and headed toward the steps. He caught up with her and grabbed a hold of her. The sky spun into view as he lifted her into the air and tossed her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. When she playfully kicked, he swatted her bottom.

"Easy now, Mrs. Martin. I don't want to drop my pretty bride." Effortlessly, he pushed the unlocked door open. Her favorite lamp spread its light across the living room. She pointed at it as they passed. "Is that my lamp?"

"Yes."

A braided rug, like the one her mother had been working on this winter, spread across the gleaming wooden floor. The house was cleaner than she had ever seen it. As he gave her bottom another playful swat, he elbowed the bedroom door open. The sagging ancient mattress had been replaced and the bed frame shone with fresh polish. Someone had made the bed with linens she didn't recognize. When he tossed her onto the bed, she giggled and stuck her feet over the side so she wouldn't make the pretty comforter dirty. "My feet, Adam."

"I can fix that. Didn't your brothers do a beautiful job on the dresser and the bedframe?"

"Yes," Mimi gasped. Everywhere she looked, there was something wonderful. The old dresser had been brought back to life. "Oh my gosh, the twins did all of this?"

From the bathroom, he said, "Yup. I let them know where the key was. I hope you don't mind." He came back with a basin of warm water and a washcloth, with a towel resting on his shoulder.

"Do you have a glass slipper in your back pocket too? Because I feel like I'm in a fairy tale."

He sat down on the bed and pulled her feet toward him until her calves rested on top of his thighs. The sweep of the warm washcloth was heavenly on her tired feet. Tossing her arms upward, she let them rest on the pillows as her fingertips traced the carving on the headboard. "Don't you think the Millers will want this beautiful bed back?"

"I asked. They said they already had what would fit at their son's house. The bedframe comes with the house." She sighed happily as he scrubbed her feet dry until her skin tingled. Adam got up and took the bowl with him. Past him, through the window beyond the lace curtains, the sky was turning to peach, streaked with a tinge of purple. She had dreamed of watching sunsets from this exact spot. Those fantasies had never included a handsome, thoughtful man. Well, not until recently. She reached for her zipper.

"Can I help with that?"

"Are you sure you aren't too tired? It's been a long day."

He gripped her ankle and gave her a playful tug toward him. "What I want is you out of that dress."

She flipped her fingertips across a ruffle. "What? This old thing?"

"Yes," he said as he drew her out of the bed and up to standing. "Lift your arms, pretty girl."

When she raised her hands, he eased the zipper down her back before floating the dress up her body. Because the sun was setting, the temperature in the house was dropping. Cool air kissed her skin. His fingertips skimmed her pale peach underwear set, the one they had purchased together with the Demi cup bra. The lace barely covered her nipples.

Carelessly, Adam tossed her dress to the floor, and she started to complain, but the way he was looking at her body stopped her short. In his eyes, she saw raw hunger. With her fingertips, she explored her curls, freeing pins. One faded bloom that had survived her dancing fell to the floor. When he knelt before her and pressed his cheek against her belly, she felt like a goddess. As his powerful arms wound around her, she reached down and stroked her hands through his thick hair. As if in an act of worship, he looked up at her and said, "Mimi, you make this seem real."

Toying with the hairs at his nape, she asked, "And would that be such a bad thing?"

Looking up at her, eyes full of vulnerability, he whispered the word, "No." As his lips skimmed the curve of her belly, he slid his calloused hands up the back of her thighs. Heat and tingling danced across her skin. When she felt his breath through the silk, Mimi couldn't bite back her groan. He pressed his face against the join of her thighs and licked her most tender places through the silk. Was this how the divine feminine felt, being worshiped by a king?

He held her in place, with his wide hands cradling her hips as he tasted her through the thin silk. Mimi reached for the bedpost behind her for balance. "I'm going to fall down, Adam."

Speaking against her intimate places, he said, "I won't let you." Tucking his fingertips into the edge of her panties, he eased them down her legs. When they pooled on the tops of her bare feet, she stepped out of them. Fully dressed, he bent low and brushed his cheek against the outside of her calf. The fabric of his t-shirt drew taunt across his wide, muscular back. His touch swept away her resistance, igniting ache and want. A line of feathery kisses along her thigh left her breathless. When he lifted her leg and settled her thigh on his broad shoulder, she gripped the post tight. Exposed, she turned her face upward as he looked at her. The fading light cast orange across the ceiling.

When the heat of his mouth came against her center, her knee buckled, but he kept her standing. The hot swirl of his tongue and the furnace of his mouth made her pant and arch her back. Mimi locked her knee and moved into his stroking, holding on as her nails slid across the wood. Fire burned in a line up to her nipples. Heat coiled in her belly and electricity skittered across her thighs. She tightened her heel on his back as pleasure collected within her. When her orgasm took her, he held her in place and kept her from falling. Pleasure burst through her in overwhelming waves. Panting, body humming with release, he rolled her back onto the bed. Stunned, she lay there, with one thigh trembling, muscles fluttering.

She threw her arm over her face and watched as he drew his t-shirt up over his head. She loved his solid body. The hard work he did layered muscle under his skin. Gaze locked on hers, he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. His boxers had little cupids all over them. Amused, Mimi touched her fingertips to her lips.

Looking down, he grinned and looped his thumbs into the tops of the boxers. "Each of the guys gave me a present when they shook my hand after the wedding. Want to see what Lee gave me?" The boxers fell to the ground. She almost expected there to be a bow around his johnson. Adam said, "Reach under the pillows."

Biting her lip, Mimi pushed herself higher on the bed and snaked her hands under the pillows, enjoying the feel of the crisp, clean linen. The bed smelled like sunshine and sandalwood. With his cock jutting from his body, solid and glistening at the tip, Adam chuckled as he watched her search. She found a red velvet bag and drew it out from its hiding spot.

"Lee brought that up here while we were cutting cake. I think the scowl on your dad's face was the only thing that kept them from making a show of the gift giving." When he extended his hand, she placed the gift in his palm.

Naked, wide as a tree, he opened the bag of treasures.

"Are the gifts for you, or for me?"

"Both." He drew out a small bottle and read it to her. "Cinnamon Roll"

"What is that for?"

"It turns the human body into candy." He ripped open the plastic seal and lifted her chin. "Take off your bra."

Curious, she reached behind her and unfastened the hooks. The heat and lingering desire from her orgasm made her feel bold, so she tossed it to the floor and lay back, languid, inviting.

Adam claimed the space on the bed next to her and opened the little bottle. Cinnamon perfumed the air. When he dropped tickling cool drops onto the tips of her breasts, her nipples responded, drawing into firm peaks. He traced her areola, coating her with the flavored lubricant. Inviting his mouth, she arched her back as he toyed with her nipples. She felt his breath first, warm across her taunt skin. The heat of his tongue surprised her, sending sparks in lines down to her sex. As he took her into his mouth, he gently bit down, holding her tender flesh captive as he stroked the tip of her nipple with his tongue. Tangling her fingers into his hair, she touched the curves of his ears and drew him more against her. As he kissed his way to the other breast, he spoke against her skin, "Delicious."

When he claimed her nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a hot, intense suck, she gasped. His wide hand spread open across her ribs as he bit her gently. "It's not safe to make you even more tasty to me." He bit down on her shoulder hard enough to hurt. The pain and pleasure made her sex throb. He murmured, "How will you explain your bite marks?"

Mimi wet her lips. "Mark me."