Touch of Trouble (Touch Series)

Touch of Trouble

Copyright © 2013 by Cara Dee

Edited by
Lisa A. Hollett

This book is fictitious. All references to ancient, historical events, persons living or dead, locations and places are used in a fictitious manner. Any other names, characters, incidents and places are derived from the author’s own imagination. Similarities to persons living or dead, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of any wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction.

Warning:
This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Characters portrayed are 18 or older. If you're interested in the BDSM lifestyle in any form, please tread carefully, and don’t dive in head first. Research, research, research. And reach out to people with experience for guidance.

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Special thanks go out to Lisa, Deb, and my readers. If it weren't for you, I wouldn’t have my dream job, and I wouldn’t have made so many new friends.

#4 in the Touch Series

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Previously in the Touch Series

#1. Look but Don't Touch (Nicholas's point of view.)

#2. Twice the Touch (Mark's point of view.)

#3. Touch to Surrender (Brayden's point of view.)

The books are best read in order, as some plots follow throughout the series.

Kayla Brandon

When a waiter arrives at our cabana on the beach with breakfast, I stay quiet as Daddy takes care of everything. Instead I focus on tying the two ends of my white bikini around my neck, and then get my hair up in a high, messy bun at the top of my head.

I do
not
want to get sunscreen in my hair later. It gets all sticky. After a week in the sun, my hair is more red than brown, and a few golden highlights have appeared.

This is our last day in
Mexico, and Daddy's family flew home yesterday. It was fun to see them again, especially his sisters, Lissa and Sydney, who've warmed up to me since last time. At first they were wary of our fourteen-year age gap, but it's all good now.

I've tried to make Daddy extend our stay, but he's set on our flying to
Oregon tomorrow. No matter how much I've bribed, whined, bitched, begged, and bargained, he stands firm. He wants us to get it out of the way so we can move on.

Silly man. Why can't we move on without seeing my family? Ugh.

Especially that damn Amanda.

"Come her
e and eat your breakfast, Kayla."

Scooting closer to the middle of the large, U-shaped couch that basically takes up the entire cabana, I end up next to him, and he's got everything set up on the small table in front of us.

"Do you want me to cut the crusts off your toast?"

I nod and lean my head on his shoulder. "Yes, please." It's pretty early, so I'm still tired.

I intend to make the most of our last day, though, which was why I dragged Daddy down here before eight o'clock. But he didn’t protest; he just changed into his black board shorts, grabbed the book he's reading, and then we headed down to the lobby, booked ourselves a cabana, and ordered breakfast.

"Somethi
ng wrong, sweetheart?"

I place a hand on my tummy and pout up at him. "Maybe I'm getting sick."

"Nice try." His mouth twists into a smirk. "Does that mean you're too sick to go swimming later?"

Dammit. I scowl and look at my plate, grabbing a triangle of toast
he's prepared with butter and jam. I adore swimming here, 'cause the water is so gorgeous. Crystal clear, turquoise, and the sand is almost completely white. Also, if I'm sick, we won't be able to scout for a location for our wedding next summer.

Nicholas's proposal in
Venice just a few weeks ago was so beautiful that it made me cry; it was romantic, heartfelt, and made this girl's dreams come true. Maybe it was clichéd to some: a romantic dinner at a family-owned restaurant, a gondola ride under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset, and lastly a proposal back at the hotel room where he went down on one knee and asked me to marry him, asked me to be his wife, his baby girl, and his love forever…but perhaps with our less-than-ordinary lifestyle, that proposal was perfect for us. It certainly was for
me
.

My next dream is to get married on a beach, which he said he'd like
to do, too. So, we decided that we're going to invite our closest friends and family down here to Mexico next July for a few days of festivities. It'll also be around the one-year anniversary of the day we met.

"Some food might make me feel better." I backtrack and smile sweetly.

He chuckles and takes a sip from his coffee as he unfolds the newspaper he ordered to be delivered with breakfast. "Somehow I'm not surprised you'd say that." He flips a page, all while I worry the pristinely white sofa's gonna be all smudgy from the paper. "You should probably watch yourself, though. There's only so much manipulation I can take."

Oh, crap
.

"I love you." I make sure to maintain
my sweet smile.

He doesn’t turn my way, but I do see the edges of his mouth slanting up a little. "Mmhmm. Love you too, baby girl."

I huff and cram some toast into my mouth, realizing he still won't budge.

Not only are we definitely going to
Oregon tomorrow, but I'm evidently healthy as a horse.

There's just no playing Nicholas Ford.

Then again, was there ever? From the start of our relationship back in July, I've known he's the perfect man and Daddy for me. He's a strict sweetheart; he lets me roam around and talk to people, because I love that—I'm a people person—but he doesn’t take my bullshit.

There's an invisible leash, which he
holds on to 24/7. Regardless of being my fiancé or my Daddy, he's in charge. The only difference, really, is that he gives me more leeway when we're Nicholas and Kayla.

Vacation spots
blur the lines; I'm good at throwing out the Daddy card, because it feels so natural. At the same time, he coddles me more when we're in a foreign place, so we're even. But at home, it's more distinct. We have separate times for play, though everything remains negotiable. We prefer it flexible.

This has been my lifestyle since I was eighteen and discovered BDSM and my kind of kink, but
it isn't until now that I feel like I've finally found all the aspects I want. With one man, I had a strict Daddy/Little Girl arrangement, and while it satisfied my body, it left my mind tired because I was worried he'd get sick of me. With another man, he wanted to leave the lifestyle behind him eventually; he said he was just into role-playing, and that's so not me. I can't leave a part of me behind. It's not all about play. It's who I am, to an extent. I need that bond, that real attachment, which I finally have with Nicholas.

"You know," I muse a few minutes later, "if I
'd had more time in Mexico, I would've done my Christmas shopping here. That would make for some fun presents, huh?"

He doesn’t miss a beat.
"Too bad you did your shopping back in November, then—and even before that."

My shoulders slump
in defeat. "May I go swimming now, please?"

He folds
his newspaper and puts it aside, then sighs and places an arm around me. "You've barely eaten anything." There's a frown in his voice. "Do you want me to order something else?"

Feeling bad, I shake my head and swipe up another triangle of toast. "No, thank you. This is really good." No lie. I just crave the water. Swimming is fun, especially when Daddy joins. "I'll eat some more. Then can I go?" I peer up at him.

He smiles and kisses my nose. "After you've let the meal settle, yes. We need to get sunscreen on you, too."

I nod, tilting my head up some more, an
d brush my lips over his scruffy jaw.

It's not often I see him with scruff.

He's told me that before he met me, he usually wore jeans—unless he was working in some of his fancier clubs—didn’t shave every day, and had begun to let go of the style he really preferred. But now…? I mean, he's always impeccably dressed in sexy suits, clean-shaven, obviously not counting vacations, and the last time I saw him in jeans was when we had a barbecue at home before it got too cold outside.

"You need sun
screen, too." I softly run my fingers through his fairly short hair. In his chestnut brown mess, slightly rumpled from sleep, there're a few strands of silver, and I happen to find them incredibly sexy.

Great. Now I'm getting horny.

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"
Is something wrong, Daddy?" I ask, swimming circles around him. "You seem distracted."

There're pretty fish by his feet, but I don’t wanna get too close. Just to look at them. Not t
ouch. Or get bitten and die.

"Definitely not wrong." He pulls me close and makes me squeal when he dunks us underwater.

"Hey!" I splutter and laugh and push my hair back. He just grins. "That wasn’t funny." But I'm laughing…

"I can see that." H
e chuckles.

Humming happily, I lock my feet around his hips and
lean back in the ocean and disappear under the surface for just a couple seconds. Then I hoist myself up again and wipe some water off my face. "I was thinking… What kind of girl would make Rio happy?"

When Evangeline called a few days ago and told me that Brayden had finally surrendered to Mark, I
'd nearly cried with joy for them. They deserve all the happiness they can find, and now I want the same for Rio. He often looks so lonely to me.

"Planning ano
ther matchmaking project?" He squeezes my bottom and pulls me closer so I can feel his semi-hard cock. Good thing there aren't people around! I'm all for public play, but this is kind of a family resort.

"I hope so." I trace the drops of water on his sun-kissed shoulders with my fingers. "I've barely even seen him play at the club." All I know is that he is
very
strict. At Switch, subs call him Master Kelly or Master Rio…and if they don’t?

Yikes
.

It's when only Daddy's around—or my subbie friends—
that I dare to refer to Rio by his first name. But at the same time, there's something gentle about him. It's tough to explain. He can be funny and carefree; other times he's quiet and withdrawn.

"Perhaps he's not ready yet.
" Daddy brushes some water drops away from my cheek, and I nestle my face into his palm. "He hasn't been back for that long."

True.
Rio's job must've given him nightmares. I can't imagine traveling to some jungle—in hostile territory—and offering so much of myself to help others. It's beyond noble, but I'd be so scared! I'm
not
that gutsy. But Rio clearly is, and I want to see him happy.

"What kind of relationship did he have wi
th his fiancée?" I'm curious. Rio's fiancée…I know she died in some kind of accident several years ago, but that’s about it. Her death was what caused Rio to uproot his life and join Doctors Without Borders.

"Vanilla."

"
Really
?" That surprises me. I don’t know Rio that well yet, but to me he's so…
Master-y
.

"Most peopl
e believe he's still mourning her…" He slowly moves us toward the shore. We're pretty far out. My feet can't even reach the ocean floor. "But that’s not necessarily all there is to it. They were having problems when she died." Oh, that’s so sad. "About ten years ago, he went through the same thing I did when I settled for Amanda." I grimace at that, to which Daddy smiles ruefully and nips at my jaw. "Rio came back from a medical seminar in New York and said it was time for him to settle down. Before New York, he'd been raving about how single life suited him, so perhaps something happened there."

I scrunch my nose.
"Didn’t you ask him about it?"

"I asked; he said he didn’t want to talk about it."

Ugh. Men. "You should've pushed." I playfully smack his arm. "That’s what friends do."

"
It was ten years ago, baby girl." He laughs quietly and nuzzles my neck. By now, we're closer to the beach, and the water would reach my chest if I'd let go of him. "Whatever happened back then isn't exactly breaking news today."

"Okay, okay.
" I sigh. "Speaking of New York, I wanna call Chelsea when we get back to the room." She's my friend from New York, and she's the one who told me I had to visit Switch if I ever came to San Francisco. Best advice ever! And she's joining us in Cali soon.