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 BLURB:
She’s my best friend’s daughter…

Naive. Sweet. Innocent and don’t forget hot as hell.

I shouldn’t touch her, hell I can’t, not unless I want to lose everything but yet the temptation is too
great.

When her father asks me to watch over her for a few months, I think nothing of it, until she steps
across my threshold with her tone, tan legs, and sassy mouth.

It takes everything in me not take her across my knee, and give her a proper spanking.

And yet, despite her sassy mouth, and naivety, and the fact I’m nearly twice her age she’s everything
I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and I can’t have her… or can I?

Discovering she wants me too only adds to the fire, and before we know it we’re both head over
heels…

The only problem is, what will her father, my best friend say when he finds out I’m not only sleeping
with his daughter, but that she’s having my baby?
 CHAPTER ONE

BRIDGET

I had never thought I would be that girl. The girl who fantasized about her dad’s best friend
and wanted nothing more than to be taken by him, but there wasn’t any denying that I was, in fact, that
girl when it came to Reid. With his buzzed dark black hair, sharp jaw line covered in a dusting of
scruff, and piercing blue eyes, with a dazzling smile, I always seemed to be weak in the knees
whenever he was around.

It helped immensely in the looks department that he was an ex-marine, making his body bulky
with muscles all over. The cords of his neck were built, and he still had that boyish grin even though
he was over forty-years-old. His forearms were thick and veiny, and I imagined his cock being just
the same and that thought alone caused a wetness to form between my thighs.

Reid had always been a member of the family though lately he seemed to be more distant.
He’d only been coming around during holidays and birthdays as of late, and I suppose it didn’t really
help that he lived a couple hours away.

I nibbled on my bottom lip, trying to stop my thoughts from turning dirty. I knew the obsession
I had with him had to stop, at least some day, but I was still young and hadn’t found a man to curb my
needs just yet and a part of me wondered if Reid would be able to help with that.

If he would be the man to claim my virginity like I wanted him to.

“I’ve arranged for you to stay at Reid’s for the next two months while I’m gone.” My father
was all business like even when it came to parenting. You did as you were told and you were treated
like a good little worker bee. You didn’t, and you got… well, I’m sure you get it.

“Are you sure Reid isn’t upset about this? I don’t want to cramp his style, or invade his
privacy.” I licked my lips, the anticipation killing me. I couldn’t let Daddy know how excited I was to

be seeing Reid for the first time in nearly a year.

If he knew my plan or about the excitement that coursed through me he’d pitch a fit and
probably send me off to a boarding school.

I was eighteen now, and ready to take my feelings to another level. I just needed to get a feel
for whether or not it was something he would be interested in?

“I’ve discussed everything with him and he’s fine with it.” Daddy’s eyes softened. I knew he

was taking this whole overseas business trip a lot harder than he should have been. I could manage to
care for myself after all I was going to have to leave here soon anyway.

“Don’t be sad, Daddy. You know Reid will make sure everything is okay, and that I don’t do
anything that is against “Dad’s” rules.” I smirked, wrapping an arm around his mid-section. Dad
wasn’t much for hugs, stating there was a time and place for them, but today must’ve been a time
because he wrapped an arm around me pulling me into his side, the scent of his cologne filtering into
my nostrils.

“I’m a hard ass, I know, but I can’t even explain to you how much you mean to me, Bridget.”

His voice was scratchy as he pressed a kiss onto the top of my head. Even if I wouldn’t admit it to
him, I was going to miss him greatly. After having my mom walk out on us when I was only five, it left
only the two of us to fall back on each other. Dad wasn’t much of a nurturer, but he tried his best and I
never went without.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I think I see a tear. A small one, a smidge of one, in your eye…” I
snickered, looking up into his deep brown eyes, ones that mirrored my own.

“God, no. I must be growing a heart.” His gruff laugh warmed me and I squeezed him tighter.
If there was one person in my life I didn’t want to disappoint, it was my daddy.
 “When are we leaving? I haven’t even packed anything yet.” I joked, wanting to rile him up a

bit. His face deadpanned, and he gave me that look that told me I should’ve been following his

instructions instead of screwing around.

“Bridget,” He spoke my name in a stern voice, and the grin that pulled at my lips widened.

“You seriously believed that? Do you even know me?” I pulled away, placing a hand over my
heart as if I was wounded. He didn’t say anything, just shook his head and rolled his eyes, but I
couldn’t miss it, the tiny smirk that pulled at his thin lips, he was so serious, so up tight.

“Get your bags and get out to the truck, we’ve got a three hour drive ahead of us, and I want to
get there before nightfall.” He waved me off before walking in the direction of his home office.

I scurried quickly to the spiral staircase that lead up to my bedroom. My hand grasped the
crystal knob, and I turned it opening the door. Stepping in, I paused in the doorway to admire the work
that had recently been done during the renovation. My room looked like it came out of a magazine,
white rustic floors and walls with silver and light pink bedding and decor. It reminded me of what a
princess’s bedroom would look like. My phone began to vibrate, so I fished it out of my pocket,
seeing a text from my best friend Katie scroll across the screen.

KATIE: Hey! Want to go to the mall later?

My fingers hovered over the keys as I stared at her text before typing out my response.

I can’t. Going to spend the whole summer with Reid.

I had no clue I’d be away for the whole summer, and Katie and I had plans to spend the
summer at the beach and con people into buying us pina collada's. Any other time I would have been
thoroughly upset to have to be away from my best friend, but when Daddy said I was staying with
Reid, we couldn't get to him fast enough.

KATIE: WHAT?! The whole summer? Reid? Like your dad’s bff, the one you’re
obsessed with? :P

There was no denying my feelings for Reid, and even my best friend knew I was obsessed

with him. I had been for as long as I could remember and I couldn’t wait to be alone with him and
something told me he felt the same way.

The last time I’d seen him I was seventeen, and even then, his piercing blue eyes refused to
meet mine, only snagging glances when he didn’t think I would notice. I was eighteen now, though,
and there would be no stopping me from testing every single boundary he put in front of me. I plucked
my suitcase up off of the floor and gave myself a once over in the mirror.

My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail, and I was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants
that accentuated my curvy ass, and to top it off I wore a t-shirt that said Not Today across the chest.

I smiled at my reflection, my cheeks glowing. I was ripe for the taking, and I just hoped that
Reid would be attracted to me.

“Bridget, it’s time to go.” My dad’s deep voice carried up the winding stairs and I dashed to
the door with my heavy suitcase in my hands. I descended the stairs, the wheels of the suitcase
scraped across each step, making a loud clanking sound.

“Coming!” I hollered while barreling down the rest of the stairs. I reached the front door and
Daddy met me, extending his hand to carry my suitcase out to the Tahoe. “Thanks, Daddy!” I
exclaimed and followed behind him.

“We should probably stop to grab a quick bite to eat. I know it’s kind of late for lunch and a
little too early for dinner, wait, have you eaten today?” Daddy’s voice was caring, but of course he
didn’t let that show too much.

“Yes, I’ve eaten today. Twice, actually, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m more than
capable of taking care of myself.” I announced even if he didn’t care to hear it. No one like’d to know
their baby was growing up, not even my Daddy.

“Alright then, we'll stop half way and get something since I’m not really sure what kinda food

Reid has…” Dad scratched at the back of his head. He looked as if he wasn’t sure he had made a
good choice sending me to stay with Reid.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll do my own grocery shopping. I don’t need a man to do that for me.” I shoved
up onto my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the scruff of his stubble scratching my lips.

“Thank, God, I raised a smart, strong-willed girl.” He mumbled while pulling away, probably

hoping I didn’t hear him, even though I did.

Instead of responding, I let him keep his dignity. Walking over to the passenger side door, I
gripped the handle in my hand and smiled at my internal thoughts.

I was spending the entire summer with another man, without my daddy enforcing his rules on
me and I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Including the fucking part.

 CHAPTER TWO

REID

My hands were clammy and my stomach was in knots. Why the hell did I sign up to babysit the
temptress known as Bridget yet again? Oh yes, because her daddy begged me to. Pulling a beer from
the fridge, I settled down onto the leather wraparound couch. This shouldn’t be happening, hell,

maybe I can still call him and let him know I can’t do it, that something came up.

Yeah, your cock, dumbass.

“Fuck.” I sighed to no one but myself. There was no one here with me. No wife. No kids.
Nothing holding me to this space. I guess I made things that way for myself, focusing only on my
career as a Marine for the last twenty years. Then there’s the fact that I haven’t been with a woman in
God knows how long, and even a man as disciplined as me would have a hard time keeping their
hands away from a little goddess like Bridget.

She was going to kill me, literally.

My gaze darted to the clock on the wall. Parker had called a little over an hour ago letting me
know they were half way here, which only left about an hour’s drive left, which meant they should be
here… well any second now.

I took another pull from my beer, reminding myself of my rules that I had to follow.

No looking, no staring, no lusting.

No inappropriate thoughts, eighteen didn’t mean I could have her

No matter how much teasing she does, don’t kiss her, touch her, and whatever I do... don’t
fuck her.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway got my attention, and I stood from the couch,

going to the big window that overlooked the countryside. I recognized Parker’s Tahoe at that moment
and I rushed to the door to greet them and help her the brown haired temptress with her baggage.

But before pulling the door open, I inhaled deeply praying to God for the strength I was bound
to need to keep myself away from her. I peeked out the window in the front door and as soon as I saw
Bridget step out of the Tahoe, my heart lurched and my cock perched.

Fuck me.

There was no way she could stay here. No way.

I hadn’t been this tense and worked up over something since my early days in the Marines.
Back when I’d wine, dine, and fuck any woman I wanted.

My eyes skimmed over her body once more, she was tone, but still had curves, curves I could
grip onto while I pounded into her from the ba…

“Stop.” I muttered out loud, trying to gather my wits even as I continued to stare at her, telling
my body one thing while doing another.

Bridget was beautiful with creamy white skin and dark brown hair. She reminded me of a
porcelain doll, fragile, so fucking fragile. Parker finally came into view, setting everything back into
perspective. I twisted the heavy door knob in my hand before pulling open the door.

It was now or never, I suppose.

“Parker…” I smirked at my best friend, not even acknowledging the beauty that was standing
in front of her father. If I gave her the cold shoulder, maybe she wouldn’t seem so appetizing. Maybe
that would make her hate me and make keeping distance between us easier.
 “Reid, what’s it been a year?” Parker raised a dark brow. He didn’t understand my need to

stay away, but he respected it, never questioning when I couldn’t make it to something.

“It’s been awhile.” I countered, finally dropping my gaze to Bridget. She was average height
for a woman, but she seemed short with her father’s and my large statures looming above her. She

smiled up at me. Perfectly straight white teeth showed behind her iridescent pink lips. Lips that I had
envisioned for the last year sucking me off.

I clenched my fist, this wasn’t going to work out.

“Come in, make yourselves at home. I did some grocery shopping and bought new sheets for
Bridget’s bed since I couldn’t remember the last time I had changed the sheets.” I laughed, moving out
of the way so that they could enter the house.

Bridget’s eyes moved over every single item before her while Parker merely crossed the
threshold and went straight for a beer from the fridge.

“Your house is beautiful.” Her voice was like satin against my skin, causing my cock to perk
up at the noise.

You cannot fuck your best friend’s daughter. I reminded myself, even though my body had a

mind of its own.

I turned on my heels, ignoring her comment, even if it was a dick thing to do. Instead I directed
my attention to Parker. “I hope there wasn’t too much traffic I know how much you hate it.” I laughed,
thinking back to the tour we did together in China where the roads were more than crowded. If you
wanted to see a man lose his shit, then that would’ve been a good time to be a fly on the wall.

“It wasn’t too bad. We stopped to get a bite to eat, and I picked Bridget up some essentials
from the Walgreens in town.” I tipped my chin and took another pull from my beer emptying the
contents into my throat. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about her having a period or being mature
enough to take your cock.

“I’m so excited to spend the summer with you!” Bridget expelled, walking over to where her

father and I stood. The excitement she had bubbled right out of her and something inside me warmed
at her smile. I had been cold for so long and lonely for even longer.

“It’ll be loads of fun.” I grinned, grabbing another beer from the fridge. No amount of alcohol
was going to remove the desire I had for her from my veins. Every bone in my body was trying to pull
me toward her. Two months was a long fucking time to be around her day in and day out without
touching her. I wonder if she’s been fucked before? Though I would assume by the way she carries

herself, she’s still a virgin. A sweet pure succulent virgin, the forbidden fruit I couldn’t wait to take a
bite of.

“I hope it’s okay if I stay tonight, I’ll be gone before sunrise, but I need to get some rest before
making the drive back.” Parker questioned. I could tell where Bridget had gotten the majority of her
looks.

Parker had always been the better looking one out of the two of us, though now I was certain I
was, since I was able to work out every day, eat three healthy meals a day, and didn’t have a teenage
daughter reeking havoc on my nerves.

“You know that’s fine with me, that’s what friends are for. I’ll make you a bed in the second
guest room, so you don’t have to sleep on the couch.” I licked my lips, moving my gaze from Parker
and back to Bridget. She was giving me the same lustful stare that I was giving her, those brown eyes
of hers sparkling with excitement.

“Alright, perfect. Well, let’s get you settled in.” Parker smiled at his daughter. I didn’t think
the man would ever have a child, but when he found out that one of the girls back home was knocked
up, he did the manly thing and stepped up. It was too bad that later she decided he wasn’t what she
needed or wanted. I still couldn’t believe she walked out on the two of them.
 “This way.” I announced as I placed the beer on the marble counter before walking in the

direction of the hall. Bridget pulled her suitcase behind her, following me. I stopped quickly, pushing

the second door to the left open, though she must’ve been distracted because a shriek slipped past her
lips as her face slammed into my back.

I could feel the heat of her skin against mine.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry.” She apologized, her cheeks heating. I wanted to trace a finger against
her face just to see if it was as soft as I imagined. I imagined her skin being as soft as cashmere.

“Everything alright?” Parker questioned as he slipped his phone into the front pocket of his
dress slacks. I blinked clearing the lustful haze from my eyes.

“Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just not paying attention to where I'm going that's all.” Bridget
answered, clearing anything up before Parker could connect the dots.

I watched from the doorway as Bridget entered the bedroom, her gaze swinging over the
simple wooden dresser and bed. It wasn't anything special, but it was better than nothing.

I’m sure this room reminded her of a prison cell compared to her bedroom at home though, I’d
helped Parker with the renovations on it last summer.

“It’s perfect.” She expelled and I let the stale air I had apparently been holding, out.

“I hope so, since it’s all I got.” I let the words pass my lips without thought, only noticing the
frown that marred Bridgets exquisite features after I had spoken. “I mean….” I tried to continue, but
Parker intervened before I could finish.

“It’s fine. There’s no need for anything but the necessities.” Parker slipped his hands into his
front pockets giving Bridget a hard look. She dropped her eyes to the floor and pulled her suitcase to
the bed that I had made up for her. Fuck. I realized then that I didn’t like it when she frowned and that
I would do anything to keep that amazing smile on her face.
 “Okay, so the bathroom’s across the hall.” I pointed to the wooden door directly across from

her door. “And my room’s at the end of the hall if you ever need anything.” I hooked a thumb in the

direction of my room, bringing my eyes back to hers.

“Great, thank you. For all of it.” She released her grip on her suitcase and crossed the small

space, wrapping her arms around my center. Warmth engulfed me, and my body begged me to wrap
her up in my arms.

“Yup, no thanks needed.” I quipped, and Parker smirked, knowing how much I hated hugs.
Bridget released me a second later, taking a step back before gazing up at me. There was too much in

those brown depths, and I needed to get some air.

“Alright then, that’s everything.” I took a step back, and then another. “I’m going to get the
spare room ready for ya, Park.” I shot over my shoulder.

“Great. I’m going to have a word with Bridget and then get ready for bed.” I clenched, and
unclenched my fist ignoring the possessive nature coursing through me. Her hands were so soft, her
fingers small, she smelled like vanilla and blueberries, like a fucking muffin, a muffin I wanted to sink
my teeth into.

I made quick work of the sheets on the spare bed and replaced them with another set. I needed
to keep my hands to myself. I could do this. No, I had to do this because if I touched Bridget, if I let
her under my skin, I wouldn’t let her go.

I’d taste her, caress her, possess her like a real man never has before…

No. Think about what Parker would say, what he would do.

No matter how much I wanted the barely legal temptress, I had to deny myself.

It wasn’t worth it.

 CHAPTER THREE

BRIDGET

I knew it was crazy to approach a man like Reid about something like my attraction to him so I
decided to make subtle gestures instead, knowing he would catch on if he was truly interested in me
as well. Slipping into a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt, I walked over by the sliding glass door
and gazed out over the patio and pool.

My mouth watered as I took in his dark form, he was sitting next to the fire, gazing into it like
he could find the answer to all his problems.

I opened the door slowly, hoping not to startle him.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” His deep voice vibrated through me, sending tingles of pleasure
across my skin and warmth through my core.

“It’s summer and I’m an adult. I don’t have a bedtime.” I gave him a little snark, tiptoeing
around the chair he was sitting in.

“You’re barely an adult.” His voice dropped. I eyed the beer bottle in his hand as he brought it

up to his lips. I nibbled at my bottom lip, his lips were full and firm, and wrapped around the head of
the beer bottle. I was hypnotized, stuck in a trance.

“I’m old enough.” I stumbled over my words, finally finding my voice as I moved toward the
chair across him. Nervous anxiety mixed with excitement swirled in my belly.

A deep humorless laugh escaped his lips, “Barely…” His blue eyes pierced mine and in that
stare I saw lust, mixed with a deep need. I knew it was completely rebellious to be sneaking out here
to see him, with my daddy just inside the house.

“Why do you deny yourself of what you want?” A heat flickered in his eyes, and I ignored it,
moving my eyes to the fire.

“Because nothing in life is free, it all comes with a price.” He sucked his bottom lip into his

mouth and my pussy clenched. My fingers itched to touch him, and I curled my nails into my hand
trying to stop the desire. Would he cross the line even though he knew there was a chance we could

get caught?

I had dreamed of countless nights where he was the man taking my virginity, fingering me, and
opening me in every way possible.

“You know I want you?” I questioned. Shivers racked my body as I gazed up at him, meeting
his stare.

His tongue slipped out over his bottom lip, and he licked at both his bottom and top lip while
looking me up and down. His eyes roamed over the tiny shorts and tight t-shirt I was wearing.

“I know you’re young, naïve, and looking for a bad choice.” Reid’s voice was nothing more
than a whisper, but the words he spoke shot straight through me.

“You’re not a bad choice.” I argued. I wasn’t going to be told he was a bad choice, not when I
was old enough to make that kind of choice.

“If you’re looking for sex, you’re going to need to look else where. I don’t screw children.”
The warmth in his eyes faded and I could see he was battling with himself, over whether or not he
wanted to cross this line with me. The temptation was too great, Daddy didn’t have to find out though.
We could do this for the summer and then I could go off to college with a new look on life. I’d be
prepared for college, and ready to take on the world.

“Does this look like a kid?” I stood gripping the hem of my shirt while pulling it up and over
my head. I could hear Reid’s intake of breath and knew he was turned on, he had to be. I was standing
in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts, with no bra on. The cold breeze, made my nipples harden.
 “Your dad’s right inside the house, and if he comes out here and sees you throwing yourself at

me he’s going to kill both of us.” I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing that what I was about do was

going to cross a huge line.

I moved closer to him, noticing the way he clenched and unclenched his fists, but his eyes

never wavered from mine. I stopped right in front of him, his gaze growing heated. The reflection of
the flame from the fire danced in his eyes.

“I want you,” I whimpered. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I always got what I
wanted, and what I wanted right now was Reid.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for… I’m over forty-years-old. I’m your dad’s best
friend. I’m old enough to be your father.” His voice was gruff. If he was trying to scare me off, it
wasn’t working. It’d never work. I had my eyes on one thing for the last year and it was him.

“None of that matters to me. Age is nothing but a number, and you being my dad’s best friend
doesn’t stop you from sleeping with other women right?” The thought of him with someone else
caused an ache to form in my chest and a tinge of jealousy started to course through my veins even
though I had nothing to be jealous about.

His eyes narrowed, “Those women aren’t my best friend’s daughter.” His growl vibrated
through me, giving me a tiny glimpse of the alpha that was barely restrained beneath the surface.

“I don’t care about those women.” I hissed, lifting a leg and pressing my knee into the fabric
of the chair right next to him. I was going to straddle him if he let me.

A smirk pulled at his lips, “are you jealous, Kitten?” I rolled my lip between my teeth before
shaking my head no, my ponytail whipped from side to side. I slid across the denim of his jeans,
feeling the warmth that radiated off of him as I brought my other leg over his, my center resting against
his cock.
 “I’ve dreamt about this moment.” I murmured, lifting my gaze from his muscled chest up to his

rugged face. His manly scent washed over me, filling up all the air in my lungs with him. He’s

intoxicating and yet I can’t get enough of him.

“You’ve got a death wish climbing on me like this…” His hands gripped my hips, holding me

in place even though his words said otherwise. His grip was bruising as if he was trying to restrain
himself by holding me in one spot.

“I’ve got a wish alright.” I purred with my lips against the lobe of his ear. I could feel his
cock thicken beneath me, pressing hard against my center.He wanted this, just as badly as I did.

“I’ll bet my last dollar you’re a virgin, and you know nothing about what it is that I’d want
from you. Nothing.” I resisted the urge to frown, knowing he was right. I didn’t know what I was
doing at all. I was inexperienced and out of my comfort zone but that didn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop me.

“I’ve been with my fair share of men, and none of them have been able to curb my need.” I
lied, hoping he couldn’t tell. “I want a man, a real man.” I placed both hands on his shoulders before
grinding my pussy against his length. I could feel how huge he was in his jeans, and though it terrified
me a bit, it excited me even more so.

“A real man, huh?” His facial expression was skewed, his emotions unreadable. He leaned in,
forcing my chest against his, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. A whimper of pleasure
slipped from my mouth.

Could he feel how hard they are?

“Yes. A man that can fuck me. A man that can possess me. I’ve wanted you for over a year.” I
purred, feeling his hot breath against my lips as his gaze fell from eyes and down to my lips. He
wanted to kiss me, I could feel it, see it. I knew he was fighting a battle deep within himself to keep
his eyes focused on mine, forcing them to not drift to my bare breasts.
 “I’ll get you off, kitten, but I ain’t sticking my cock inside of you.” His lips brushed against

mine as he whispered the words.

Did he not want me?

The steel rod in his jeans told me he did, but his words told me he didn’t.

“You don’t want me?” I tried not to sound as if I was hurt but it was hard not to be when you
were inexperienced and throwing yourself at man that was older, and more experienced than you. A
darkness flashed in his eyes, and in seconds he was moving us, our places switched.

With my ass now in the chair, and him above me I felt completely at his mercy.

“Want and need are two very different words. I don’t want to do what I’m about to do to you. I
need to.” His fingers dug into my hips, as he adjusted me, pulling my ass to the very edge of the chair.

What was he going to do?

“Untie your shorts.” He ordered gruffly. I did as he instructed without a single word, my hands
shook as I undid the perfectly tied bow.

“What are you going to do?” My voice wobbled with both fear and elation. I had to keep my

composure though. I couldn’t let him know I was afraid, or he’d know I was lying about my virginity.

“Why you worried? I mean you did ask for this?” There was a bite to his voice, and an
arrogance to his body language. He pulled the shorts down my legs, gently sliding his fingers against
my skin, and only stopping once the shorts hit the ground. Goosebumps scattered all across my body
and the wetness between my thighs grew.

“I’m not worried, not at all.” I gulped as my body shook. I was doing a shit job at hiding the
truth and soon he would know that, too.

“So, if I sunk deep inside of you right now you wouldn’t be scared? Because your frail body
is shaking like fucking crazy.” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping onto the cushion. It was dark enough
where we were at that no one could see anything. Hell, we could barely see each other.

“No, I wouldn’t be scared.” I almost cursed as the lie left my lips. I could feel his hand
moving up my leg, over my knee, and coming to a rest at the apex of my thigh. Goosebumps formed on

my skin not long after.

I licked my lips, his fingers trailed ever so gently against my skin until his thumb found my
clit, and the tight bundle of nerves that lived there. The gasp that left my mouth was one I had never
heard fall from my own lips, it didn’t even sound like something I would do.

“Have you done this to yourself?” He whispered. I could feel him above me, and the heat of
his gaze against my skin.

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded my head yes, even though I really never had, then I felt the
warmth between my legs grow. My pussy was throbbing with need like it never had before.

“I bet it’s never felt like this before, like your entire body is soaring and the air you suck into
your lungs isn’t enough, like you can’t breathe, but yet you can all at the same time.” The words
ghosted against my goose bumped skin as he upped the pace, one thick digit sinking deep inside of me

while his thumb rubbed furiously circles against my clit.

“Never.” I croaked, on the verge of screaming. My body was strung tight, the tension built
deep in my belly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he moved that one single finger in and out of
me, angling just right, perfectly right.

“You’re such a liar, kitten. Telling me you aren’t a virgin, I know better. I can tell...” A cry
escaped my lips as he sunk a second digit into my tight entrance, my pussy clenching around their
thickness. His pace was relentless and the sound of my wetness and his fingers connecting filled the
air.
 I clawed at his chest, watching as he dropped to his knees in front of me. What was he doing?

I couldn’t even…

“I’m….” I cried out, my pants growing louder as I rode the wave of pleasure, waiting for it to
crest.

“Better be quiet, kitten. You wouldn’t want Daddy knowing you’re getting your tight pussy
finger-fucked by this best friend, now would you?” He moved his other hand from the inside of my
thigh, trailing it up over my chest, before rubbing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip.

“Suck.” He ordered, slipping it into my mouth. I did as instructed sucking with all my might on
that thick digit, his fingers owning me with every slip inside my channel. The taste of his skin was
salty.

The pleasure inside me crested and before I could stop it I was falling, tumbling, waves of
euphoric pleasure slamming into me over and over again.

My legs shook, and my pussy rocked against his hand as he built another orgasm deep inside
me. I had never come twice at once, but I was about to find out what it felt like. My clit was sensitive
but Reid was relentless, his pace never faltered, even as I fell apart against his hand.

“It’s… too… much…” I cried out between breaths feeling as if I was going to explode. His
eyes shifted from my pussy and up to my eyes, a glint of darkness filling those sea blue orbs. The fact
he was watching his fingers enter me was erotic enough, but now he was looking at me like he was
ready to eat me.

“You can manage it, kitten, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers again.” He ordered, his
fingers moving in a scissoring motion inside me. It was all too much for me, the need, the desires, and
then there was the fact that he was making me cum on his hand, which was a first to me too. With little
effort, I came again, my teeth sunk into my hand as I muffled the deep moan that ripped from my throat.
 Light flickered behind my lids, and every hair on my body stood on end. There was nothing

that would ever amount to the feeling that was coursing through my veins right now. And just as fast as

it all had started, it ended. Reid pulling his fingers out of my entrance slowly, leaving me cold all
over.

My eyes drifted down to his cock, his arousal was more prominent than it had been before and
I missed his touch and the heat of his body as soon as he was gone.

“What… What about you?” My voice cracked, and with a shake of his head he took a
deafening step back. I sat up, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs. The wetness of my arousal

dripped down my inner thighs.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” His voice was strained and I could tell he was barely
controlling himself.

Controlling the need.

“But I want to please you too.” I made a move to get up, and he put his hand up, stopping me
in my tracks.

“Not tonight. Just… Not tonight.” He ordered, the darkness in his eyes radiating out as he

slipped back inside the house, through the sliding glass door never even speaking another word as he
did.

I stood, slowly, my legs wobbly and my heart bursting at the seams as I fetched my shorts, and
t-shirt off the ground. Slipping them back on, I extinguished the fire, and headed back inside. When I
came in he was nowhere in sight.

Next time I would please him.

Next time I would get him to break.

 CHAPTER FOUR

REID

I never should’ve touched her and even days later, after her Dad left, and she wandered
aimlessly around my house I felt the need to be with her again. I was consumed with need when it
came to her.

What if Parker had heard? That one thought replayed in my mind. Parker was my brother, even
if he was no longer in the Marines, and a part of me felt as if I was betraying him by messing with his
daughter.

And I was, but I also couldn’t deny myself what I wanted because when you did that you just
made yourself want it more, and I wanted Bridget, a-fucking-lot.

I kept my distance, watching from afar, and leaving the house as much as I could. The
temptation was too great whenever we were in the same room together. She didn’t ask questions she
didn’t want answers to, and I was thankful for that because I wasn’t the fairytale guy she wanted,

anyway.

“Can we order out tonight?” She emerged from her bedroom where she had been nearly all
day, plopping down on the couch next to me. I was trying to watch a baseball game, but instead, I was
thinking about Bridget playing with my balls.

“Uhh…” I cleared my throat. “Sure.” My eyes looked her up and down, slowly, soaking in
every inch of her. She was wearing a yellow sundress that complemented her tan and dark locks. I
hadn’t been concerned about being alone with her when I told Parker I’d keep an eye on her for the
summer, but now… I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off her since I’ve already gotten a
feel of her tight sweet pussy. I hate that I allowed myself to touch her and give in to her wishes, but

temptation got the best of me.

“What are you hungry for?” Bridget asked in a sultry tone as she scooted closer to me. I could
feel the heat from her body against mine. A hum of electrical currents shot through me as she placed a

hand on my thigh. I wanted to tell her I was hungry for her sweet succulent cunt, but I refrained.
Looking down at her hand, I wondered where she was going with this. If I didn’t stop her, would she
grab my cock?

Stop her. The words echoed through my mind. Giving into the temptation again wasn’t worth

it. Not when her Daddy was my best friend, not when she was barely of age, and not when I wasn’t
the kind of man she really wanted.

Placing my hand against hers, I stopped her from making any move toward my dick because if
she touched me with her trembling hands there, I would be good as dead. I would flip her over on this
couch so quickly and rip her clothes off of her body without gentleness.

“I’m thinking not the same thing you’re hungry for?” My eyebrow rose in question. I needed to
rein in the need that was burning through my veins. Bridget was off limits, more than off limits…

“My dad’s not here anymore, and I told you I wanted you.” She purred. She was bad, and she
was practically begging to be fucked.

I licked my lips, my cock jumping at the need that saturated her words. “And I told you you’re
too young, to naïve, and under the impression that I can give you something that I can’t.” My voice
was menacing, even though my words were soft, and my hands itched to touch her.

“I don’t want anything but you.” I sucked in a deep breath, shoving from the leather couch as if
it was burning beneath my ass.

“You’re asking for something you cannot handle.” I growled. I had kept myself away for the
last year feeling the pull toward her, trying to stop the inevitable from happening, and yet here we
were. I was on the verge of losing my patience and when that happened, I would cross a line and then

what?

“I told you, I’ve been with other men. I can handle you, I’m sure you aren’t any bigger than

they were.” I squeezed my lids closed, rubbing at my temples with my fingers. She was lying to me
again, and all because she thought I wouldn’t fuck her because of her lack of experience.

“Don’t lie to me, kitten. I’m not fucking dumb. Your pussy was so tight, squeezing the life from
my fingers when you came. A woman that’s been with a man or two wouldn’t be that tight. You’re a

virgin.” My eyes opened, revealing the truth of my words in her features.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was popped open. If she lied to me one more time, I
was going to spank her ass until it was pink.

“Is that why you don’t want me?” The sadness that filled her dark orbs cracked my chest open.
She was so fragile, and I was a man that wanted to possess her, and if I didn’t get the hell out of this
room and away from her scent, I was going to do just that.

“No. That’s why I do want you, and exactly why I’m not going to take you.” I needed to get

away, go hang out with the guys or something.

It’s only been a week. My mind mocked my emotions.

I fished my keys from my pocket and headed in the direction of the front door. I hated being a
dick, the guy that treated her like shit, but I was older and wiser. If I took her, it would show nothing
but a fault in my hard exterior. I should be strong enough to resist her touch, but I’m not and that means
I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.

“You don’t have to leave, I’ll stop.” I could see the panic in her rising. She had no idea how
much I wanted to stay and give into the things that she wanted.
 “Stopping isn’t good enough, kitten. Hell, it isn’t even your fault. I’ll be back later.” I shot

over my shoulder, refusing to look at her again. I gripped the door handle in my hand, trying to stop

myself from going but knowing I needed to.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, breaking my resolve. I opened the door, slipped outside and

slammed it shut behind me. The pain seared through me. This was just another reason, another
example of how I wasn’t good enough for her.

I’d do nothing but break her, hurt her, and she needed better.

Pulling out my cell, I scrolled to my friend Darren’s number and typed out a text asking him to
meet me at the bar uptown. I needed a drink, and someone to vent to.

“It’s for the better…” I muttered, trying to give myself the pep talk I needed to get on my
motorcycle and haul ass to the bar so I could meet Darren instead of going back inside and ravaging
Bridget like I truly wanted to.

Slowly, I slipped onto my bike. Turning the key, the feeling of the engine roaring to life
beneath me vibrated through my legs and chest. I cranked the throttle once more before backing out of
the drive.

Space. That’s all I needed.

***

“Can I get a shot glass and bottle of whiskey?” I questioned. Marci, the bartender, grabbed a
shot glass and a new unopened bottle of whiskey, and then set the shot glass in front me. Marci
opened the whiskey bottle and poured my first shot before setting the bottle down. “Thank you,” I said
in a low tone.

“You doing alright, Reid? You seem a little on edge tonight.” Her voice was soft, and her
brows furrowed bringing a look of concern to her face.
 I nodded, “I’m fine, thanks.” I picked up the shot and tipped it to my opened lips, gulping it

down, cherishing the burn from the alcohol. I pushed the center button on my phone so that it’d light

up, I looked at the time and saw that Darren should be arriving anytime within the next five minutes or
so. Picking the bottle of whiskey up, I poured another shot in the glass.

What the fuck was I doing?

What the hell was I thinking touching her in the first place? If I had a daughter, and the shoe
was on the other foot with Parker and me, I’d slit his fucking throat without remorse. I cringed at the
thought of how wrong I was for fooling around with Bridget, but at the same time it felt so right.

There’s something about that little vixen I couldn’t explain and maybe it was the fact I hadn’t been
with a woman in so many years.

“Jesus.” Darren’s deep voice filled my ears, and I twisted around on the barstool.

“You said five minutes, I’ve already drank three, maybe four shots.” I sneered gearing up to
pour myself another shot. I was clearly frustrated and the only person I could be mad at was myself,
for making such a foolish choice.

“What the hell is going on?” Darren questioned, taking the stool next to me.

“The better question is, what isn’t wrong?” I mocked, tipping the glass back, letting the
warmth of the whiskey melt away all my pain.

“Seriously, spit it out already. I could’ve been balls deep inside a chick right now, but instead,
I’m here being supportive.” Darren flashed me a grin that would’ve had any lady lying in a heap at his
feet.

I snickered, “You should’ve stayed with her, God knows I wouldn’t be your shoulder to cry on
if I was getting laid.” If. What was I talking about? I could’ve been screwing the daylights out of
Bridget right now.
 Darren gestured Marci over, ordering a beer while I poured myself another shot of whiskey.

“Okay, so what the hell is going on? I know you signed up to babysit Parker’s daughter, but I hadn’t

heard from you since then.”

“That’s just it. That woman, she’s under my skin…” I growled, gripping the shot glass hard

enough to crack it. Darren widened his eyes knowing full well what was coming next.

“No way, man. You fucked her, huh?” Darren grabbed his beer from Marci and took a swig.

I shook my head no, vigorously. “No, no, no. But she wants me, Darren. She fucking wants me

and she’s barely legal pussy. Not to mention the fact that she’s my best friend’s daughter.” I let out a
deep sigh that felt like I’d been holding it in forever, then I grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured
another shot.

“Don’t lose your shit over it, Reid. She’s eighteen, right?” His eyes softened a little as he
noticed how distraught I was over this whole ordeal.

“Ugh, yes. She’s eighteen and fucking beautiful.” I tipped the shot back and my lips began
feeling warm and tingly.

“Then why the hell are you so bent out of shape about this? She’s a woman, a legal adult, and

she wants your dick. How can you put up that big of a fight with yourself over it?” Darren laughed,
then took another pull from his beer before continuing. “Hell, man. I wouldn't even think twice about
it, just make sure she knows you’re only looking to fuck otherwise she’ll get clingy and Parker will
surely find out.” His eyes darted in the direction of a woman walking past us, eyeing her up down as
he let out a quiet growl. Darren was a ladies man and he could get away with being a vile pig toward
them because he’s got a lot of money and he’s a fucking dashing fella.

“I can’t do it, I can fuck my best bud’s daughter. If I was Parker, I’d slit my goddamn throat!” I
exclaimed, a little too loudly.
 “Then just hit it once. Hit and quit it. Make it clear to her that's all it is and that it's just

between you two, no one else and not even her little girlfriends that I’m sure know all about you

already.” Darren didn't get it. If I crossed that line once would never be enough, and I was man
enough to admit that.

“She's not the hit it and quit it kind. If she gets her heart broken, it could come back to bite me
in the ass.” I swallowed hard as the truth I’d just let spill from my lips was too much for me to handle
right now. Whiskey just wasn't going to cut it tonight.

“Sounds to me like you already know what to do then, Reid.” Darren motioned his thumb up to

Marci to let her know he needed another beer.

“Knowing what I want to do and knowing what I need to do is where the battle comes into
play, Darren. I’ve never been in a situation like this in my whole damn life.”

“Don’t be a pussy about it, Reid. I’m sure she’s not a virgin or anything so don’t worry about
it. She just wants a good fuck, so give it to her.” Darren smirked with his lips against his beer bottle.

I shook my head at him knowing that he couldn't possibly understand. She was a virgin I knew
it, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

“And what if she is?” I baited him, wondering what obnoxious excuse he could muster up.

He shrugged, “Then you give her the best first time she's ever had and let it be.”

I rolled my eyes, the need to ask for something stronger to drink was right on the tip of my
tongue.

“You know me, Darren…. I'm not the heartbreaking type.” I was so tore up over this that I was
considering calling Parker and telling him that something came up. That I couldn’t watch over his
daughter.

“Lay the rules out beforehand. Tell her what's going to happen and how it's gonna happen. If
she can't deal with it, then don't touch her.” Darren scrunched his brows, giving me a look of
seriousness.

“Alright, man.” My mouth began to dry because the alcohol had started to dehydrate me. My
body felt warm all over and I knew I’d had too much to drink, there was no way I could drive home

and neither could Darren.

“Ay, Marci.” Darren called out to her. She peeked up from washing glassware in the sink,
showing he had her attention. “We’re ready to close out our tabs, girl.”

“Sure thing, sweetie.” Marci turned the faucet off and dried her hands on a dishrag before
walking over to the cash register to close out our tabs. Marci walked over to us with two receipts and
our cards. “You boys better not be driving tonight. You need me to call a cab?” Her voice chirped
with concern.

“No, no. We’re fine,” Darren responded through slurred words. Marci arched an eyebrow at
him and rolled her eyes.

“We’re okay, Marci. I’m calling one now.” I held my phone up and shook it, smiling at her. I
slid my finger across the screen of my phone, unlocking it so I could call a cab. Unfortunately, I’ve got

it saved in my phone already as I’ve had to make a few too many of these calls.

“I don’t need a cab, man. I’m good.” Darren tried to convince me that he was sober enough to
drive, but I knew better. He was slurring his words and getting loud, even with me being shit faced I
knew he wouldn’t be able to drive. Ignoring him, I listened to the phone ring and ring before someone
finally picked up on the other end. I gave them our location and set my phone back down.

“The cab’ll be here in about fifteen minutes or less.” I said to Darren as he finished off his
last beer.

“Okey dokey.” He pushed his empty beer bottle out in front him toward Marci’s side of the
bar a little too hard and it tumbled off the bar, crashing onto the floor and making a loud shattering
sound that sent a wave of fear throughout my body.

“Get down! Get down!” I hollered out as I stood, looking around cautiously for the shooter. “I
SAID GET DOWN! HIDE BEHIND SOMETHING NOW!” I shouted to everyone. Goosebumps

covered my arms and I could feel the hair on my neck standing, sweat began dripping down my face.

Darren sat there and stared at me with wide eyes. I looked around once more and saw
everyone in the bar staring at me just as Darren was. I felt the blood that had been boiling through my
veins surface to my face.

Oh God.

“You okay, Reid?” Marci's concerned voice filled my ears. I hadn't had an incident in years.

“Yeah…” I swallowed hard, and fought the cry that was begging to escape my throat.

What happened?

Darren stood up from the barstool and placed his arm around my shoulders, “Come on, man.
Let’s get out of here.” I let him guide me to the door as I was too numb with embarrassment, a lethal
mix of emotions, and of course, alcohol.

As soon as we reached the door Darren pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket along
with a green lighter. I watched as he pulled a cigarette from the pack and extended it toward me.

“Want a smoke?” He offered with a low soft voice. I hadn’t smoked since the day I got out, but
I felt the desire to take a long drag from a cigarette and feel the smoke captivate my lungs as the
nicotine coursed through my veins.

“Yeah,” I reached my hand out, taking it from his fingers. “Thanks.” I took the lighter and
flicked it, watching the flame dance out of the little green plastic tube as it lit the cigarette. I puffed
and the calming feel of breathing in the smoke, mixing with my drunkenness, hit me instantly. Darren
and I stood in silence puffing away on the cigarettes until the cab showed up.

We both slid into the backseat and gave the cab the addresses of where we needed to be. I

knew shortly I’d be home with Bridget there hopefully fast asleep. If she wasn’t, I just might take her
tonight.

The desires were too much for a sober me, let alone a drunk me.

The cab came to a stop outside my house. Darren was texting on his phone, probably meeting
up with someone. At least one of us would be getting laid tonight.

“I'll let you know how everything goes.” I pulled a ten from my wallet and handed it to the
driver before stepping out of the cab.

“If you need anything, let me know. I'm always here, whenever you need something.” Darren
hollered out to me. He was a good friend, when he needed to be, but he wasn't Parker.

I walked up the pathway to the house, my legs were wobbly and my hands were clammy. The
cigarette had done nothing to calm my nerves now that I was here.

I squeezed my eyelids shut and gripped my keys in my hand, the metal dug into my flesh.

I shouldn't have drank all of that whiskey.

I pushed the front door open, a squeak filling the air as it opened. My eyes scanned the living
room. She was nowhere in sight.

Thank God!

I slipped my boots off, pulled out my cell and wallet, placing them both on the counter. The
kitchen was clean as was the rest of the house.

Had I left it that way or did Bridget clean?

I shook the thought away and tugged my shirt off over my head as I walked down the hall. I
resisted the urge to open her bedroom door and peek inside.

She didn't need a dirty man like me touching her porcelain skin. She'd never been touched or

tainted before and I didn't want to be the man to take that innocence from her. Plus, it was clear I was
still battling my own demons.

I neared my bedroom door, the sound of a soft feminine snore met my ears, and I pushed the
door open, my eyes going straight to my bed.

“Fucking Christ.” I growled under my breath taking in her sleeping form. She looked so

fragile, so fucking perfect in lying in my bed with her soft brown hair in a mess on my pillow.

My steps flauntered. I should turn around and march my ass back down the hall and crash on
the couch, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

I weighed my options, my eyes roaming over her soft features. The blanket, my blanket was
pulled up over her waist and I noticed then that she was wearing one of my t-shirts. Though, I suppose
there was a chance her dad could've given her a t-shirt or two?

I bit my bottom lip, my fingers working at the button of my jeans without thought. What was I
doing? Was I going to fuck her?

No. I shook my head, feeling the walls I had put up crumble. I would sleep, physically sleep
with her. I would enjoy her warmth and scent, and tomorrow I would make my choice.

If she still wanted me, then we would cross that bridge. But tonight, tonight I was too drunk to
care if I was giving in to what we both wanted. I crawled into bed with nothing but my boxers on. I
laid down and turned onto my side to face her, smelling her hair that was merely centimeters away
from me. I held myself back from wrapping my arms around her and pulling her sleeping body into
me, to keep her warm and safe.

The very thing she needed protecting from was me though.

 CHAPTER FIVE

BRIDGET

I woke in the middle of night, feeling a warm breath upon the back of my neck. I turned slowly
to face Reid, smelling the strong scent of whiskey and sin that he’d been soaked in and it turned me
on.

Just a touch.

I reached my hand over to his cock, gently placing my fingers and palm against his shaft. It
wasn’t even hard, and it was hanging low, long and thick. My center began to ache and my thoughts
drifted to the other night when Reid fingered my tight hole for the first time. The need to be touched
like that grew in my bones.

Slipping my other hand down my lacy pink panties, I dipped a single finger into my wetness
and I pressed onto my clit like Reid had done, and it sent tingles throughout my body. Moving my
finger over and over against my clit, a small moan escaped my throat.

Reid stirred a little in his sleep and the thought of him waking up and catching me as I touched

myself for the first time, made the pressure in my body that needed released rise and rise to the brink.
I added another finger to play with myself and dipped it into my tight hole, giving the come here
motion just as he had done.

My hips shifted causing my fingers to go deeper. I took my other hand away from his length
and began playing with my clit as I fucked myself with my own hand, flicking against the bundle of
nerves. I let out a loud moan this time. Reid’s eyes bolted open, and he grabbed me roughly, pulling
me against him.

Reid’s rough hands and firm grip sent electricity through my core. His hand slid up the shirt of
his that I was wearing, he grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple twisting it in his fingertips firmly,

but gently at the same time. My center was drenched for him and I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him

to take away everything that I could never get back, no matter what.

“I told you, I’m not going to fuck you. So why do you insist on taunting me, kitten?” Reid

growled as he got over top of me, his nose pressing gently against mine. I could smell the whiskey on
his breath, and I wanted to taste, I wanted to taste him. Craning my neck I puckered my lips in an
attempt to kiss him, but he quickly backed away, leaving me hanging as I desperately craved his lips
against mine.

“Because I want you.” I was breathless, and aside from a smidge of fear, completely
consumed with need. I wanted the man before me. I wanted him with all of my being. I needed his
thick cock to stretch me and fill me for the first time.

“You don’t know what you want, you barely know how to care for yourself.” I could see the
walls coming back up. His eyes were bloodshot, and I wondered what all he had done last night? Did
he not want me because he was with someone else? Or was he still denying me because of my father?

“I might not know everything there is to know about life, but I’m not afraid to grab what I
want. I’m not afraid to try.” I was angry, hurt, frustrated, and the sexual tension was seeping out of me.

All I wanted was one taste.

“I’m trying too hard…” He fisted the sheets, his eyes pleading with me. “I’m trying to be the
better person. I’m trying to give you a chance to find someone better. I’m begging you to stop…
Just…” I couldn’t handle his words anymore. I had to stop them. Pushing up from the bed, I invaded
his space, pressing my lips to his before he could object.

Emotions swirled deep inside me as his lips melted against mine, his hands came up to grip
my arms as if he was going to push me away.
 But he didn’t. He gripped me, possessed me, held me in place while his teeth nipped at my

bottom lip begging for entrance into my mouth. I let him in, he slid his tongue into my mouth and

swirled it around mine. The heated exchange had us both moaning between kisses, we couldn’t get
enough of one another. There was instant magnetic pull as soon as our lips touched. I could feel his

erect length between my legs and my pussy ached for it to be deep inside of me. Reid pulled away,
both of us breathing heavily.

“No. This has to stop.” Reid stammered, catching his breath. He looked as if he was barely
restraining himself.

“But, I don't want to stop.” I pushed my lower bottom out and shot him puppy dog eyes, hoping
that’d reel him in, in a more playful sexy manner than how serious he seemed to make this. His eyes
narrowed in on mine and he furrowed his brows.

“Goddamn it, Bridget. No! This has got to end right now. This can’t happen.” He scolded, a
darkness twinkling in his eyes.

“Why the hell not? I’m a grown ass woman and I want you to fuck me, so do it. You know you
want to. My daddy won’t find out, I promise.” I purred while ripping the shirt I was wearing off and
over my head. I watched with bated breath as he swallowed.

I was now lying before him with only my panties on, one single scrap of fabric separating us.

“This is more than just about what you want. You don't think it's killing me not to take you? I'm
trying to be a better man here.” He was visibly shaken his eyes roaming over my almost naked body.

“Don't be.” I ordered, making another grab for him. This time he cut me off, his body pressing
mine into the mattress, his weight searing through me.

“If I do this there won't be any going back. It's just sex. That's it. It's just sex….” His voice
was just above a whisper and it seemed like he said the last part more to himself than to me.
 I gulped down the fear and nodded yes before the words finally escaped my mouth, “Got it.

Just sex.”

The tension seeped out of him, making the air thick. His muscles flexed as he eyed me up, “I
haven't been with a woman in a long time so I'm not sure you've picked the right man to experience

your first time with.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, watching as his eyes glazed over while I pulled my
panties down over my hips.

If he was too scared and too consumed with need to make the first move, then I would do it.

“I don't care how you take me, so long as you do.” I was blunt, having dreamt about this
moment for the last year when Reid stopped coming around.

“You sure about that, kitten?” He rubbed his hardened length through his boxers, my eyes
going wide as I took his length and girth in.

His fingers were amazing, so I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do to me with
that python. I couldn’t wait any longer and I didn't have the patience to respond to his question, I
needed him right now. I needed him a year ago.

I sat up and my hands fumbled around the waistband of his boxers as I tried to tug them off of

him. He gripped my hands and finished tugging them the rest of the way off of his body, his long hard
cock standing straight in my direction.

Reid kicked his boxers off from around his ankles, then towered over the top of me. With both
of his arms next to either side of my head, he did a push-up motion and planted his lips upon mine,
rough with passion. Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach and my center ached for him more
than ever before.

He slipped a finger between my lips, swirling my arousal against his finger before smearing it
against the head of his cock. The gesture was erotic and had me hypnotized it place.
 “You ready for this, kitten? To feel every single inch of me inside of you?”

“I think you already know the answer to that…” I was being brave, even if my heart was

beating furiously against my rib cage. He smirked, and I felt him press the head of his cock to the
opening of my tight virgin hole.

Would it hurt? Would he hold me afterward?

“Last chance, kitten. I'm giving you an out. A chance to stop me because once I'm inside you,
once I've claimed you, there won't be any stopping me.” The tone of his voice was animalistic,

sending shivers down my spine. He wanted me and I wanted him.

“Take me,” I ordered. The look in his eyes said he made his choice even though he didn’t
make a move to do just that, yet.

Then as if something inside of him snapped, he pushed inside me, his cock piercing through
the soft tissue of my pussy. I slick with need, but the burn of him taking me still seared through my
middle, making any pleasure I may feel non-existent.

“It’s going to hurt like a bitch, kitten. You’re so tight and I’ve got a huge ass cock, there just
isn’t anything I can do…” He hissed through his clenched teeth, his forehead resting against mine, his

eyes never wavered.

I could feel tears pricking from my eyes as the air rushed into my lungs, every inch of his cock
impaling me slowly.

“You okay?” Concern filled his voice as his lips, ghosted against mine. I nodded my head up
and down, my eyes drifting to where we connected.

“It only burns a little now.” I gathered up the nerve to speak, unsure if my voice would show
the fear or pain I was feeling.

Reid grinned, and my heart fluttered back to life, “Good. That means you’re adjusting well
kitten, you feel how full you're, how tight of a fit we are for each other.” His dirty words made my
pussy throb, and I clenched myself around his thickness.

He had claimed my pussy now, taking my virginity just as I dreamed he always would. The
tension in his muscles grew as he slowly worked in and out of me until I was panting beneath him, my

insides turned to mush.

“Reid.” I cried out, his gentle, but long strokes, rubbing me from the inside out. I was burning
up with need for more, something rougher, deeper, something raw.

“Shhh, kitten, I’m barely holding on and your moans are close to sending me over the edge.”
My cheeks flushed, and I melted as he brought his thumb down on my sensitive clit. He worked the
tight bundle of nerves slowly, building the pleasure inside me until it was too much to take. My legs
shook and my eyes fluttered closed. I gripped onto the sheets, holding on for dear life as Reid upped
his pace, his thrust coming harder and faster as I clenched around him.

“I can’t….” I moaned, my back bowing off the mattress. The pleasure was so great, my pussy
throbbed as he brought me to new heights.

“Just a few more strokes, kitten.” He nibbled on my earlobe, his heavy breaths sending me

over the edge all over again. I tumbled through the abyss, a warmth settling into my bones. I expected
it to be good, but never this good.

I opened my eyes, wanting to see Reid fall apart. His hips thrusted upwards hitting the back of
my channel, and his fingers bit into my flesh, holding me in place while he plowed into me, again and
again.

He was relentless and I wouldn’t have wanted to have him any other way.

“Oh, fuck…” He growled, his eyes darkening as he unloaded inside me, ropes of warm semen
filling my cunt.
 I had never felt the emotions I was feeling right now before, but I wanted to feel them again

and again, but only with Reid.

Silence settled between us and our pants of pleasure filled the air. We were both spent, the
line that Reid had refused to cross was obliterated. We hadn’t just crossed the line, we destroyed it

and I had no regrets about it either.

“Are you okay?” Reid broke the silence.

“I’m fine.” I smiled, feeling more at peace than I ever had been before.

“Good. I didn’t want to hurt you.” He murmured, placing his lips against my sweaty forehead.
The smell of sex and whiskey filtered into my nostrils.

“Why did you leave?” I questioned, wincing as he pulled out of me. His eyes went straight to
mine as he got up from the bed and went into the a-joining bathroom.

“I had to stop myself from doing something I thought would be a major regret.” I couldn’t help
but feel angry at his comment. I hoped like hell he didn’t regret what had just taken place between us.

He appeared seconds later with a washcloth in hand. “And I’m sure you’re wondering if I
regret taking you now, aren’t you?” He smirked, and that dazzling smile made all of my insecurities

fade away. Very gently he wiped at my sex, the warmth of the washcloth sent goosebumps across my
skin.

“I don’t want you to regret this or me.” I pouted. If my father found out about Reid and me, he
would ban us from seeing each other, even if I was a big girl who could take care of myself.

Reid shook his head, discarding the washcloth onto the floor. “I thought I would regret taking
you. I thought I would regret touching you and even kissing you but the truth is….”

He wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me into his chest. I could hear the steady beat of his
heart beneath my ear. “I don’t regret a damn thing. If anything, I regret not giving myself to you
sooner.” I sighed into his body, melting away the thoughts that could take this moment away from us,
all while letting the fact that I had agreed to nothing more than sex with him enter my mind.

“I’m sorry for pushing you.” I announced. I had pushed him to do this, so if there was any
downfall from what happened it would land on my shoulders.

“Shhh, kitten.” He placed his finger onto my lips before he continued, “I wanted this as much
as you did, and I’m a grown man. If your daddy has a problem with what we did, then I’ll let him
know that he can take it up with me.” His nose burrowed into my hair, making it harder for me to
speak. My eyes drifted closed, and I settled into the mattress, feeling more at ease than I ever had

before.

With Reid’s warm arms around me, nothing could go wrong. Nothing.
 CHAPTER SIX

REID

The pounding in my head woke me up, squinting my eyes from the sunlight pouring in through
the window in my bedroom, I force them fully opened to see that Bridget was lying asleep in my
arms.

Oh, fuck. Reality hit me quickly as I remembered what I’d done just a few hours ago with her.

I took her virginity. I claimed her virgin cunt. I know I made it clear to her that this wasn’t going to be
anything more than meaningless sex, but after I’d had her… really had her….there was no way in hell
I could deal with just that.

I needed this damn girl. A feeling I haven’t felt for many years crept its way into my gut and I
shivered from the physical chill it gave me. It was a rush. I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to hear
her scream my name while her tight hole clenched around my cock, and next time I wanted to smack
her perfect plump ass while I sunk balls deep into her.

Reaching my hand up to her silky brown hair, I ran my fingers through it, gently combing out

the small rats in her combination of sex hair and bed head. Bridget shifted and stirred, turning to face
me. She opened her eyes, deep and dark, and I instantly fell speechless and numb as I was
mesmerized by her natural beauty.

Frozen in time, never wanting to let go of this moment.

“Well hello there, handsome.” Bridget yawned a sleepy smile pulling at her lips. My heart
lurched at the second her lips pulled into that smile.

“Good morning, kitten.” I said as I ran my thumb down her cheek and across her jawline, her
silky skin causing my cock to twitch.
 “What are we doing today?” She asked while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

We? What are we doing today?

I took that as my cue to toss the blankets off of me and get out of bed. She sat up quickly with a

look of concern washing over her face.

“I have to get some work done. There’s a pool close by, though. You can go hang out there.” I
stretched my arms and walked toward the bathroom, hearing soft footsteps quickly behind me.

“You’re acting weird now, why?” Bridget held the bathroom door open so I couldn’t shut it.

“I’m not acting weird. Just have a lot to do today. This is just sex, remember? We don’t need
to be hanging out and doing other shit together.” I regretted the harshness almost immediately, but I
had to protect her from myself. I don’t want her to fall for me, she can’t. This can’t be anything more
than sex. I know I told her that, but I needed to start telling myself that as well before all hell would
break loose at the end of the summer.

Bridget crossed her arms over her chest and ran away from the bathroom door, and out of my
room. I knew she'd was about to cry and I hated that I did that to her, but I had to. I shut the bathroom
door and walked over to the toilet, pulling my cock out from my boxers to take a leak.

I fucked up. I needed to apologize, and it was going to kill me not to.

Shuffling over to the shower, I slid the door open and pulled the knob to the left, turning to hot.
I stood there, waiting for it to warm up, and heard a creak as the bathroom door began to slowly open.
Bridget peeked her head around the door and her eyes widened as she soaked in my naked body. Her
little pink tongue slid across her top and bottom lip, my cock peaked as I imagined her running that
tongue from my balls to the head of my cock. My balls tightened, aching to release inside of her
throat.

“Come on, kitten.” I turned slightly to face her directly and gripped my hard cock.
 “Oh, so that’s what we’re doing today?” She winked at me as she slid her bottom lip between

her teeth. She removed my t-shirt from her body that she had put back on last night after we’d had sex.

“No, kitten. It’s what you’re going to do.” She strutted her beautiful naked body over to me
and I wove my hand into her soft brown hair, gripping it and tugging gently, to see if she’d like getting

her hair pulled on during sex or while I was fucking her face.

Bridget moaned at the pull, a soft sensual moan falling from her plump lips. The sound alone
made my cock twitch. She stepped in before me and I firmly gripped her ass in my hand.

This is mine and I’m going to take that, too. Maybe not today, but someday soon.

“One day I’m going to take you here too…” I mumbled against her earlobe, my cock, slipping
between her ass cheeks with ease. I could hear the audible gasp as it escaped her lips, and I
wondered if it was out of fear or curiosity?

“Will it hurt?” She questioned naively, as I navigated her further into the shower, so that I
could step in behind her.

“Not if done right, and you know more than anyone that I would never do anything to hurt
you.” I turned her around, forcing her to face me. She was so short, maybe a little over five foot, and

my body dwarfed hers. I lifted my hand cupping her smooth cheek in my hand. Letting her go when
Parker came back was going to be harder than hell.

“Then why were you so cold to me just moments ago?” She looked up at me, her dark eyes
piercing straight through to my heart. Didn’t she know I would do whatever I could to protect her?
That I’d stayed away for over a year just so I didn’t risk taking her, or giving into my needs to be with
her. It was never my choice to be with my best friend’s daughter, it was what my heart wanted and I
was weak enough to give in.

“Because I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t want you think this is anything more than sex.
It’d be bad enough if your father found out about us having sex, add in him discovering we’re together
and you might as well start picking out my grave site.”

I stepped into the hot spray, feeling Bridget’s eyes on me. I had to make this clear and just for
her, but also for myself. We couldn’t be together, no matter how badly we both wanted it. It needed to

end with sex, and only that. Nothing more. Ever.

“I wish things could be different.” She mumbled under her breath. I whirled around, lifting my
hand to cup her cheek. The desire to take her was still there but so was the need to make sure she was
okay.

“Me too, kitten, me too. So we have to make the most of our time together.” I swooped down
my lips grazing hers. I knew she was probably sore from what we had done hours ago, but I had to
have her, again and again.

“I want you, Reid.” Her voice was a cry for something deeper, something better and I’d be
damned it I didn’t give in to that need.

Placing a gentle peck against her lips I dropped to my knees, watching as Bridget kept her
eyes on me. She was so naïve, so new to all of this and I loved being the man to take all of her firsts.

“Turn around, kitten. Put your hands against the tile and spread your legs real wide.” I ordered
restraining the growl that wanted to rip from my throat. When it came to Bridget, I was a savage a
man with a need and desire to claim.

“What are you going to do?” Her voice trembled as she gazed at me over her shoulder,
following my directions just as I had told her to do.

“Pleasure you.” I answered, licking my lips as the folds of her pussy came into view. They
were so slick and pink, and I couldn’t wait to devour them. Squeezing each round globe of her ass
cheeks, I sunk between her thighs, my tongue swiping against the entrance of her pussy.
 “Dear, God.” Bridget squeaked, jutting her ass out more. I smirked, giving her another full

lick, my tongue wiggled back and forth between her folds and flicked against her engorged clit. She

was turned on, and more than ready for me to take her, but I wanted more. I wanted her release on my
face, against my tongue.

I wanted to lap up all of her juices that she made just for me.

Sucking her clit in between my lips, I gently nibbled and she let out a moan as she tilted her
head back. Her legs began to twitch, and I knew she was close, I knew she was only moments away
before my thirst for her would be quenched.

I brought my hand away from the grip I’d had on her plump little ass, and stuck a single digit
inside of her tight cunt, then I flicked my tongue against her tiny bundle of nerves and pressed against
it as I finger fucked her. Bridget let out a scream and her juices came squirting out of her center, right
onto my tongue and all over my face.

I was salivating, unable to get enough.

“Oh my fucking god!” She screamed, her legs still shaking. I stood tall, taking in all of her wet
beauty, then I rinsed my face in the hot spray from the shower. Turning back to face her, she was

flushed and out of breath.

“What did you just do to me? That is not normal. Is it?” Her voice was panicked and I could
tell she was feeling insecure about squirting her release all over my face.

“I just rocked your world, that’s what.” I smirked as I placed my pointer finger under her chin
and my thumb over the top of it, pulling her face up to mine for a kiss. “Now, it's your turn.” I guided
her gently down onto her knees and her eyes widened.

“Um… I’ve never done this before. I will probably be awful at it.” She looked up at me with
concern written all over her beautiful features.
 “Just don’t bite and you’ll be fine.” I laughed. “Lick it, run your tongue from the base to the

tip, and suck. You’ll do just fine, kitten. There isn’t any wrong way to suck a man off.” I ran my thumb

along her bottom lip and pushed it into her mouth to open it, with my other hand I held onto my cock,
guiding it to her pretty lips.

She tilted her head and opened her mouth farther, sliding her pink tongue out and running it
along my shaft. The sensation sent chills down my spine and caused my balls to tighten. I clenched my
fist resisting the urge to fuck her face.

“Mmmm…” She moaned, sucking the head of my cock. I stared down at her, my eyes half

open. I had been with numerous women in my life, and I had, had my cock sucked more than enough to
know what was good and what wasn’t, but there was nothing like Bridget at the mercy of my cock.

Her movements were slow and precise, her mouth closing over a few more inches until she
choked, her eyes watering as she tried to take more of me into her mouth.

“You look so fucking adorable with my cock in your mouth, your pink lips wrapped tightly
around my length.” I hissed out, brushing the air from her face. The muscles in my belly tensed, and I
thrusted gently into her mouth, gauging her expression as I did so.

Her eyes widened, and I knew it was going to take a bit to get used too, still the way she was
looking up at me said she wanted to do nothing more than please me and she had no fucking clue how
much she already was.

“Up.” I growled, feeling on edge. I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wanted to come deep
inside her.

She released my cock with a loud pop, and squealed with excitement as I lifted her, pressing
her back against the title wall on the far side of the shower. Her heels dug into my lower back, and I
relished in the feel of her legs wrapped around me.
 “I liked sucking your cock.” She pouted.

“I like coming deep inside of you.” I nipped at her bottom lip, sinking my entire length into her

warm wet cunt all at once, stretching it. A whimper left her lips, but there was no sign of pain in her
features. Pulling out slowly I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head, my cock bottoming out

inside her.

“You’re so tight, and perfect, and fucking christ, I don’t want this to end.” I gazed down at the
space where we connected, my cock entering her. I watched as I pumped inside of her, in and out.

It was a memory I never wanted to forget.

“Reid….” She called out my name, her tiny finger nails sinking into my shoulder blades. I
could feel her core tightening around me, she was close to coming.

“Come for me, Kitten. I wanna feel your tight pussy convulse all around me. Look down and
watch my cock as it slides in and out of you.” My teeth ground together as I held off plowing into her,
giving her slow, hard, strokes. She glanced down and bit her bottom lip as she watched me pumping
in and out of her tight hole.

“Fuck. Fuck, Reid.” She slammed her head back against the wall, leaving her neck exposed. I

leaned in, sucking at the sensitive flesh just below her ear lobe.

It was no more than two strokes and she was squeezing me, her pussy throbbing around my
length, her release saturating my cock. I smirked against her skin as I held her in place by the hips,
pulling out and pushing back in, in and upwards motion.

My cock pressed against the back of her channel, and I upped my pace, my hips thrusting
harder with every stroke. My balls tightened and my grip went slack as my own release crested deep
in the pits of my stomach. It ripped through me, sending euphoric shock waves all the way to the base
of my spine.
 I relished in the feel of Bridget’s tight cunt full of my hot semen. The thought of her belly

swollen with my babies, our babies, slammed into me. I wanted a fucking future with her and I

wouldn’t get it.

“Nothing will ever compare to you, kitten.” I whispered into her hair, letting her scent sink

deep into my pores. I wanted her again and again, forever, and ever.
 CHAPTER SEVEN

BRIDGET

The distance I thought that would grow between Reid and I never came. Instead love
bloomed, a need and desire that neither of us knew how to handle. We slept together every night, and
had sex nearly every day, against numerous surfaces in the house.

I never knew sex could feel so good.

I was sitting on the couch, with a container of Chinese, waiting for Reid to come and join me.
I could hear him on the phone and knew as soon as he walked out of the room that he was tense and
pissed off about something.

“What’s going on?” I questioned as he walked out of the bedroom.

“Your dad’s coming home early.” He spoke through clenched teeth. Sadness pricked at my
heart. I wasn’t ready for our time together to come to an end.

“Why?” I placed the takeout box on the small table in front of me and moved towards him. He
lifted a hand, stopping my perusal.

“This has to stop here. We can’t risk it anymore.” His eyes lifted to mine, and I knew it hurt
him more than he cared to admit.

“We can keep it a secret, we can still do this.” I was pleading, grasping for something that
wasn’t there.

“Bridget… stop. It’ll be okay, we discussed this before. It was only sex, and you were okay
with that.” His voice was cold, and I felt my heart shatter to my feet. Why was my Father coming
home early, and why couldn’t I decide for myself if I wanted to stay here with Reid or not? We still
had a month and a half.
 “I’ll ask him to stay, and even if he says no, I’m old enough to make my own choices.” I tried

not to cry, I held back the tears and swallowed down the knot that had formed in my throat.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair in frustration before lifting his eyes to mine. When he
looked at me I always felt warmth, love even, but this time when he looked at me I seen nothing but

anger.

“You’re going to go with him, Bridget. You’re not going to draw attention towards something
that was merely for fun. I fucked you, you enjoyed it, hell you begged for it, and I did you a favor,
since now you don’t have to go off to college with your virginity intact.” He scoffed, and sadness

filled me.

“You knew as much as I did that, it was all a lie, just something we told each other to cover up
the real feelings we had.” I spoke the words before I could stop myself.

Reid shook his head, “You’re very naïve Bridget, so I’ll make it simple for you since you
aren’t understanding.” He crossed the space that separated us, his heavy footfalls echoing throughout
my mind.

“There is no us. There is nothing.” He spat the words at me, his tall frame engulfing me,

making me feel weak and inferior to him.

I never thought there would come a day where a single bone in my body could ever despise
Reid, but right now, I did.

I turned on my heels and ran towards the guest room that I was supposed to be staying in. I
pulled open the door, letting the door slam into the wall behind it. Then I rushed over to the bed,
flying into it and burying my head into the pillow like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

This was bullshit. I was old enough to make my own choices, and I chose Reid.

I didn’t want the time between us to end. I didn't want to lose out on a proper goodbye. I
needed more time with him and just as things were getting started, they were getting forced to come to

an end. I wasn’t ready for that.

“Your father will be here in two days, so pack your shit.” Reid called out down the hall. His
voice was full of venom. There was no way he wasn’t feeling the same pull I was. I knew it had to be

killing him, I knew he was fighting a battle within himself to keep him from running in here and
kissing me and comforting me. He had to be, he couldn’t convince me otherwise there was no way.

“Got it, asshole! Doing it now, don’t worry!” I spat back as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I
sat up quickly and hopped off the bed to retrieve my suitcase. I flopped it onto the bed and then

walked over to the dressers, emptying them each one by one until all of my belongings were scattered
upon the bed and the surrounding floor.

I could barely breathe and my entire body begged me to go to Reid, and make him admit that
he cared for me, and that this was all more than just sex. I was going to get it out of him. He was going
to cave, and it was going to be because I demanded him to do so.

Footsteps stomped down the hallway and I looked over my shoulder to see Reid standing in
the doorway, his face red with fury.

“You do not talk to me that way, do you understand, kitten?” He growled, his eyes piercing
mine. He stepped toward me, slowly and with purpose. Reid had determination exuding from him and
I should’ve been afraid, but I wasn’t, not of him.

“Back to calling me kitten already?” I snarled, baiting him, wanting him to snap straight down
the middle, and let the love I knew lingered inside of him out. “What? You just gonna stand there and
huff and puff at me?” I tried him again, testing my boundaries. I swallowed the tinge of fear that began
to creep up my spine. His eyes narrowed in on me as he moved toward me more quickly now.

We were nothing more than a few inches away from each other when he reached out, his large
hands gripping me firmly by the sides of my shoulders and lifting me up.

“I warned you, kitten.” Reid snarled before planting his lips against mine. I so badly wanted

to hold myself back from kissing him, I didn’t want to give in that easily, but he had a power over me
that I couldn’t do anything about.

In his presence I was complete mush. Under his control and at his mercy.

“I’m mad at you.” I fought back, somehow finding the ambition to move my hands. I pushed
them against his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense at my touch. Immediately hoping he would

use his strength to pin me on the bed and make me his.

His grip grew harder, and I tensed up, biting my lip to not show it kind of hurt. I wanted him
like this, at least he wasn’t emotionless now.

“I’m going to let you go and give you five seconds to get your ass up on that mattress. I want
you on your knees with your hands outstretched in front of you, you understand?” The words entered
my ears, but I didn’t digest them.

What did he want from me?

“Bridget.” Impatience laced his words, and I knew he was close to losing his shit. Instead of

saying something smartass-like, I nodded my head yes, and his hold on me went slack. I scurried
across the floor and to the mattress. I crawled up onto it, fear and excitement zinging through me. My
mind drifted to all the possibilities of what he was about to do to me, I already knew he wasn't going
to be gentle.

I knew this would hurt and that excited me.

“You want to disobey me so badly? You want to feel what I’m feeling right now?” His voice
was low, and deadly and I chanced a look at him over my shoulder. He had removed his shirt and was
undoing his black leather belt.
 “I’m sorry.” I apologized, even though I knew it wouldn’t stop the inevitable from happening.

He smirked at me, our eyes colliding as he ripped the belt from his waist and headed toward me.

Reid pulled my hands together behind my back, the warmth of the leather biting into my wrists.

Was he tying me up so I couldn’t fight against him if I wanted to? So I couldn't stop him from

whatever it was he wanted to do to me.

“Why’re you tying me up?” Panic clawed at my insides even though I knew he wouldn’t hurt
me, it was the fear over the loss of control.

“Because I want you at the mercy of my hand and my cock. I want you writhing with need. I
want complete control over you.” He tightened the belt as hard as possible and I winced from the
slight pinch and pressure of the belt. Reid tugged my clothes off of me and shredded my shirt with a
quick rip. Immediately making the wetness between my thighs grow.

I couldn’t find the words to say so I just went with his flow. Reid turned me onto my stomach,
face down into the mattress. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, tilting my head back. His
lips touched my sensitive lobe, and he sucked it in between his teeth gently nibbling.

“This is going to hurt, kitten, but with how wet you are it shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll be back in

just a minute, I have to go get something.” Reid got off of the bed from behind me and walked out of
the bedroom door.

My nerves were going haywire now as I didn’t know what he had to grab, and since we hadn’t
used condoms the last two times we had sex, I had no clue what it could be. After a brief moment I
heard Reid’s heavy footsteps coming back down the hall and I inhaled deeply and exhaled.

“What'd you have to get?” I asked after lift my head slightly in an attempt to see what he
needed to retrieve. He pulled a small metal box out that was covered in dust and he wiped it off
before opening it.
 “Toys.” He smirked at me.

“Toys? What kind of toys? Why the hell would you bring toys when you’re about to fuck me?”

My voice was saturated in annoyance.

“Kitten, calm yourself before I spank that plump ass of yours.” He reached out and gripped a
handful of my ass cheek.

“Well, I’m being serious. I’m not wanting to play with toys, I’m wanting to get fucked. I know
I’m young but come on… I’m not that young.” I rolled my eyes and laughter escaped Reid's mouth

instantly, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

What could be so funny?

“Kitten, they're sex toys. We’re not going to be playing with fucking baby dolls and toy
trucks.” He laughed again at my naivety and I scowled. I could hear the clanking and shuffling of
items as he rifled through his metal box, then I heard the snap of him opening a cap, and the squirting
sound followed.

Not long after, I felt his fingers bring a cool wetness to my warm pussy, and I twitched. He
slid his wet finger from my center straight through the slit to my tight rosebud. He slowly pressed his

slippery finger inside of my ass and I gasped.

The feeling was foreign and unknown, I didn’t understand why he would do that. People can
get pleasure there? My face burned with embarrassment, uncertainty, and fear. The farther he slid his
finger in and gently moved it in and out, the more comfortable I became.

“Relax, Kitten. You’ll love this, I promise.” He spoke through a soft growl.

“Why are you doing this?” I squeaked.

“Because I can.” He pulled his finger from my rosebud and I heard him squirting more liquid,
then something cold and wet, that felt like metal, was placed at the entrance of my hole. He pushed it
slowly, stretching my rosebud gently. It was uncomfortable again, but his touch was reassuring.

“What is that?” I asked in a soft whisper, my voice catching from my wince.

“It’s an anal plug, kitten. I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy while that’s stretching your

ass for my thick cock.” He sounded proud, excited, and determined.

My eyes widened and my heartbeat began to race.

He was going to fuck me in my ass? No, no, no! No way....

“I'm not ready, Reid.” I pleaded, squirming against his hold.

“Breathe, Kitten, trust me. You know I would never hurt you.” His lips brushed against the
base of my neck, and I exhaled trying to relax into his touch. This was the man I craved, the man that I
wanted to be my first with everything.

Reid placed his hard cock at my soaked entrance sinking gently into me, stretching my hole. It
felt even tighter than before because of the plug in my rosebud. I let out a soft moan and Reid flexed
his cock.

“Fuck, Kitten. You are so tight… and all mine, understood?” He growled as he moved in and

out of me from behind.

“Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching around his length.

“Yes, what?” He asked, pants becoming heavy.

“Yes, I understand.” I moaned out.

“Good girl, Kitten.” His pace picked up and electricity coursed through my veins. My body
tensed, just before he sent me over the edge with only a couple more thrusts. “Tell me you're coming,
Kitten. I wanna hear you say it.” He growled.

“I-I’m coming!” I screamed out in ecstasy, my fingers digging into the sheets. Shock waves of
pleasure were still coursing through me, when he pulled himself out of my pussy, his fingers grazing
the butt plug that filled my puckered asshole.

“I'm going to fuck your asshole now.” Reid growled, pulling the anal plug out gently. My body
tingled from the removal of the warm metal.

He grabbed the cool liquid again as I heard it snap open and he squeezed it onto my asshole. I
could feel his cock was at the hole of my ass where the plug had been, and he entered me ever so j
loudly.

“You’ve got to learn to appreciate the pleasure that comes with pain, Kitten. It’s much more
enjoyable.” He leaned his body down onto mine, pressing me into the mattress. His hand brushed the
hair off from my shoulder and gripped it, pulling it firmly. “You know I really hate your bratty
attitude, right, kitten?”

Oh, God. He’s going to punish me. Isn’t he? He’s going to spank me like a bad girl.

Excitement ran through my core and the wetness in my center grew and grew at the thought of
him smacking my ass with his thick palm. He pushed himself back away from me and gripped onto my
hips, his cock resting inside of my ass. His hand travelled to my butt cheek, and he rubbed gently on

the right side, keeping his firm grip on my left hip. He removed his right hand and seconds later a
whack echoed through the room, a strong stinging sensation burned throughout my right cheek and I let
out a tantalizing scream.

“Mmmm…” Reid moaned gruffly. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You like it rough, you
like getting spanked, kitten?” He asked through a deep rugged breath.

I nodded my head yes, the pressure of his cock pumping inside of my ass began to make my
toes curl.

“I can’t hear you when you nod, kitten. You need to scream for me.” He snarled. I wished I
could see his face while he claimed my ass just as he had my virgin pussy.

I wanted to see the hunger in his eyes and watch his veins pop in his temples as he released

his hot cum inside of me. The image of him in my mind turned me on even more. “Kitten, I said
scream for me.” A crack of his palm graced my ass cheek again and another scream escaped me.

Pleasure overwhelmed me. I had never felt so free, and full all at the same time.

“Reid.” I screamed his name, feeling spurts of his warm semen fill my asshole. I was still
angry with him for pushing me away, but I was happy to have this last moment with him.

“I’ll never forget this moment with you, kitten.” His voice was husky, and I sunk deeper into
the mattress, wanting to drag him down with me.

This couldn’t be the end of us, it couldn’t.

“You won’t have to forget, Reid, because whether you like it or not I’m going to be with you.”
He pulled out of me gently and undid the belt at my hands.

“I wish, kitten, I fucking wish.” He mumbled into my hair, his eyes seeking mine out as he
pulled me into his chest, our noses rubbing against each other’s. I couldn’t look away, even if I
wanted to. Everything I saw in Reid was all I could ever want in a man.

The desire to whisper the three little words that no man wanted to hear, was rushing through
my veins. I bit my tongue, though, holding back the need. I would tell him when the time was right.
When we could finally be together.
 CHAPTER EIGHT

REID

Three Weeks Later

Her father showed up two days later, taking her away from me. It took everything in me to let
her go, to watch her walk out the front door. I knew she hated leaving, and I hated myself more for
letting her go, but it was what needed to be done.

“Just tell him how you feel about her.” Darren butted into my thoughts. I was going to drown
myself in a bottle of whiskey before I did something as stupid as follows Darren’s advice.

“Nope.” I spoke clearly taking another swig from the bottle.

“Actually, you need to slow down.” Darren grabbed at the bottle of whiskey but I brought it to
my chest, shaking my head no. I hadn't drunk this much since I enlisted but there wasn't anything that
could fill the space in my heart that Bridget owned.

She let me claim her, and she knew how badly it would hurt me to watch her walk away.

“Touchhh the botttle and I'll break your f-fingers.” My words slurred a bit as I narrowed my
eyes at him. He smirked, seeming unafraid.

“I’ve never seen you drink this much before.” I knew Darren’s concern was real. Hell, I was
concerned, but if I wasn’t drinking then there was a chance, I would go straight to Parker and tell him
how much I cared about Bridget.

“Ya have now.” I tipped the bottle back again, the whiskey numbing my senses. I couldn’t
handle the need, the desires pulsing through me.

“I’m worried about you, man. And I’m not worried about anyone, ever.” That was true, but
what did I care? My reason for breathing was gone, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it,

because if I did, then I would risk a twenty year friendship and I couldn’t do that.

“Don’t be worried about me, this whiskey here will keep me in my place.” I placed the bottle
on the island, swaying on my feet. I hated myself for letting go of the one woman I could love.

“How do you even know he wouldn’t approve?” Darren eyed me, and my staggering.

“I know.” I swung around, coming to face him, my fingers gripping onto the edge of the
counter to steady me.

“I guess…” He shrugged, “I could call some girls and help you get over her. I know there isn’t
anything like virgin pussy but…”

I clenched my fist in rage, his words heated me right now, “Don’t ever talk about her like that
again.” Darren knew I was angry because he slithered off the barstool with his hands up as if to say
he didn’t do anything.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know that.” I shook my head, the memory of her lips against
mine slammed into me. I needed to move on, to let go of the feelings I had for her. There was no way
we could be together, no way we could have our happily ever after without ruining someone else’s

life.

“I…. I know.” I squeezed my lids closed. Anger. Pain. Sadness. It all engulfed me. I needed to
be alone so I could wallow in my own misery. “Get out of here.” I muttered, stumbling out of the
kitchen and in the direction of the bedroom. I used the wall to guide me, down the hall to my
bedroom. I swear I could still smell her as I sucked in a breath of air.

I pushed through the door, tugging at my t-shirt, and unbuttoning my jeans. All I wanted was
her, her touch, her lips, her hands against my skin. I was devoted to her completely, my body refusing
to admire another woman ever.
 If it wasn’t my kitten, then it wasn’t anyone.

“Are you going to be okay?” Darren’s voice carried down the hall and vibrated through me.

Hadn’t I told him to leave?

“Go away.” I grumbled sagging against the mattress, the same mattress where I claimed her
for the very first time. I didn’t hear Darren’s voice again, and I hoped he had taken my advice and left.
Emotions overwhelmed me, and I pulled my iPhone out of my jeans, my fingers gliding across the
screen as I stared at the picture that graced it.

I had gotten one picture of her while she was here with me, one single picture and I would
cherish it so long as lived.

“Be a man…” I muttered to myself, feeling tears sting my eyes. I couldn’t cry over her, I
couldn’t. I’d lost men at war, watched people I love lose their fight with cancer but nothing broke me
like losing Bridget.

The desire to text her was consuming me, so I typed out the message I wanted, the words a
jumbled mess, then I clicked on her name and hit send. I shouldn’t have done it, I know, but I had to I
had to tell her how I felt even if it was wrong.

I slammed back onto the mattress, tears slipping from my eyes. I had let her go. I didn’t fight
for her, for us, and the pain I was feeling was my own, for being stupid enough to think I could live
without her.

The sound of my phone ringing registered somewhere in my mind, and I clutched it to my chest
like a lifeline, watching Bridgets name flash across the screen.

I hit the green answer key, her sweet voice filling my ears. “Are you okay, Reid?” I could tell
she was panicked, afraid even, and I hated that I had stirred that emotion in her.

“I’m not. I miss you, so fucking much.” I whispered the words, feeling as if I was talking to
the memory of a ghost instead of actually her.

“Reid.” She said my name with so much anguish I could feel the words stabbing deep into my

heart. I bit my lip, stifling the sadness that wanted to escape them.

“I should’ve told you.” The words vibrated through me.

“Reid, I have to tell you something.” I sat up in the bed, clutching the phone to my ear tightly,
waiting for her to speak again.

“What is it, kitten?” I waited with bated breath to hear what she had to say.

“I’m pregnant, and my dad knows, and he’s livid…” I blinked, the whiskey in my veins
evaporated into the air. As soon as the words slipped from her lips and through the speaker on the
phone, I sobered up.

“Pregnant? How?” I asked myself more than her. She told me she was on birth control, did she
lie?

“You’re the daddy, Reid. I forgot my pills and didn’t realize it until I got home. I’m sorry.”
She sniffled, as if she was on the verge of tears. My heart shattered into a million pieces hearing the
sadness that radiated out of her voice.

“Daddy?” I whispered the word, letting it sink in. I was going to be a dad. A-fucking-father.
Did Parker know?

“Yes, Reid. You’re going to be a dad. I’m sorry, if you don’t want the baby then I’ll figure
something out, I don’t want you to be upset with me.” I shook my head, hating that she thought I didn’t
want the baby.

“Stop. Shhh, kitten.” I sucked in a breath. “I want the baby. I want you. Fuck, you’ve consumed
every single thought I’ve had since you left three weeks ago.” I could hear her gasp through the phone.
Did she expect me to be happy that she was gone?
 “I thought you were mad at me. I thought you wanted me to leave.” I licked my lips

envisioning the things I would do to her if she were right in front of me.

“Never, kitten, never-fucking-ever.” I needed to get to her, to be the man she needed. I’d put a
ring on her finger. I’d support and cherish her like a real man should.

“I want to be with you.” She pleaded.

“You will be kitten, you will be. You’re mine now. Our child grows inside you and you’re
mine baby, mine.” I growled. I would have to sleep off the whiskey that still coursed through my veins

but when I woke up in the morning, I would make the trip to come see her.

“He knows, Reid. My dad knows. He doesn’t know you’re the father, but he blames you. He
thinks you let me go out and sleep around.” I scrubbed a hand down my face, anger surfacing fast.
Parker didn’t understand the dynamics of mine and Bridget’s relationship, but he would shortly.

“I’ll be there in the morning, kitten, and when I get there you better be ready to go because I
ain’t leaving without you.” I announced. Knowing Bridget was carrying our baby inside of her sweet
womb changed everything, it removed the need to be away from her, if anything I needed to be with
her, inside her, and beside her. Forever.

I would be the man she needed, and the father our child deserved.

“Okay….” Her voice wobbled again. “I…. I love you.” She whispered, her words slamming
into my gut. I wanted to whisper them back, and I should’ve but when I said them to her, I wanted it to
be right, and right now wasn’t the time to be saying them.

“I know you do, kitten, and when the time is right, I’ll whisper the same words back to you,
but when I do...it’s going to be perfect because you deserve only the best.” My eyes felt heavy, and my
breaths evened out as I waited for Bridget to say something.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Reid.” She spoke softly, and then the line went dead.
I sagged back against the mattress, my eyes closing, the things Bridget had just told me running

rampant in my mind.

I was going to be a daddy. I was going to be a husband. I was going to be the best fucking man
I could be for my sweet little kitten and the best fucking father to our sweet baby growing inside her

belly.
 CHAPTER NINE

BRIDGET

I wrung my hands together in despair. Daddy was being ruthless with his comments, and
though I tried to shrug them off, they were starting to get the best of me.

“We’re going to go straight to Reid’s house and you’re going to tell him and I both who you
slept with.” His voice radiated disapproval. I knew he wanted the best for me, but what he didn’t

know was that Reid was the best.

He was the man I had wanted since I was a teenager. I saved myself for him, and now we
were going to get our own happily ever after. I wish I could bravely tell my daddy that and have him
understand, but I knew he wouldn’t.

They had been best friends for years and Reid was supposed to be like an uncle to me, but he
never was. He was always something more in my eyes. I couldn’t believe a piece of Reid was
growing inside of me.

Our baby.

“Do you hear me Bridget? Do you? This is going to ruin your life. This boy, whoever he is
doesn’t care about you. All he wanted was to screw you and now look, look what you’ve done to
yourself.” I swallowed down the words that I desperately wanted to say. Reid wasn’t a boy, he was a
man and he would make right of his word to me.

“I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you, Daddy.” My eyes slipped to the floor. I had more than
disappointed him. I had enraged him. He was furious with me.

“Disappointment isn’t even the word I would use. I should’ve known Reid wouldn’t be able
to keep an eye on you.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is my fault. Dammit.” He
slammed a fist against the marble counter.

I shook my head, the rage in his eyes scared me, but it also made me angry. He couldn’t blame

himself, but he couldn’t blame Reid either. This was all on me. I had forgotten my pills, and I had
come onto Reid.

“It’s not your fault.” I mumbled, resting my hand against my belly. My father’s eyes drifted
downward to wear my hand settled against my stomach.

“Don’t cradle your belly like you care about that baby. You don’t, because if you did you

wouldn’t have just slept with anyone willing to give you the time.” I exhaled, trying to remind myself
that he didn’t know it was Reid who was the father.

“I care.” I lifted my eyes to his, seeing the anger in them burn. I loved my daddy more than
anything in the world, but I couldn’t handle his hate towards me right now.

“Reid will pay for this. Best friend or not I’m going to kill him for letting you out of his sight.
He knows better, he fucking knows better.” Panic gripped me, holding me in place. If he was this
angry over something so small, then how would he react when he found out Reid was the one who
knocked me up?

“Daddy, it’s not Reid’s fault.” I shuffled toward the living room. It was a few minutes after
one and I knew Reid would be here at any minute, or at least I’d hoped he would be. Daddy was
getting angrier with every second that passed.

“I’m done listening to you stick up for him. Sit down and think about what you did to get into
this situation. Now you have no one but me to support you and that damn baby. What the hell were you
thinking, Bridget?” He sneered, slamming a cupboard or two. My heart was breaking at his choice of
words. The roaring of a motorcycle filtered in through the front windows and my heart leapt into my
throat as I caught a glimpse of Reid pulling into the driveway.
 “Reid’s here.” I hollered to my dad, who stomped across the kitchen and into the living room.

His fists were clenched at his sides.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He growled, going to the door before I could. Reid shoved
off the bike and strolled up the sidewalk, his form oozing confidence and darkness. This was my

knight, my protector, my future and not even my daddy was going to stand in the way of him, of us. I
rubbed my clammy palms against my shirt before following behind Daddy. He pulled the door open, a
scowling forming against his features.

“Parker.” Reid greeted him, a smile pulling at his lips the second he saw me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Venom dripped from my dad’s words.

“I’m here for her.” Reid pointed at me, and my father’s eyes moved from Reid and back to me.
Anger vibrated through him.

“You aren’t taking her anywhere, not after what you got her in to. She’s pregnant, Reid, and all
because I trusted you to protect her, to watch over her, instead you let her whore herself out to anyone
and everything.” Reid went from happy to angry in seconds, and I was stuck in the middle, my mouth
hanging open at my father’s words.

“Whore? Did you just call your daughter a fucking whore?” Reid was toe-to-toe with my
father and I knew a fight was seconds away from breaking out.

“If she doesn’t want to be called one, then maybe she shouldn’t act like one.” The words were
barely out and Reid was slugging my father in the face, his fist colliding with his nose, a loud
crunching sound filled the air.

“She’s mine, and the baby in her belly is mine. I’ve wanted her since she was sixteen, but I
knew better than to cross that fucking line, but now…” Reid’s dark gaze lifted to mine as my father
rolled over, cradling his nose in his hands. “Now, I don’t give a fuck. You can say whatever you want
about me, but don’t say a fucking word about Bridget.”

I was a ball of emotions. Angry at my father, at myself, at Reid for having to put him in his

place. I wanted this to go smoothly, not cause a big huge argument. I wanted my father to be a part of
mine and the baby’s life, and I wanted him and Reid to have a friendship.

“You’re my best friend, Reid. How could you even do something as nasty as that?” Horror
etched into my father’s features. Didn’t he understand love?

“It might be wrong in your eyes, but in mine it’s beyond fucking right. You’re my closest friend

so I’ll let what you said go, but if you ever talk about Bridget, your daughter, my future wife like that
again I will knock you the fuck out.”

“Reid.” I whimpered, wanting the moment to end. All I wanted was to be in Reid’s arms and
away from the hate and anger.

“Marry? You can’t marry her, Reid.” I could see my father grasping at straws, trying his
hardest to find a way to keep me here.

“I can and I will. She’s carrying my baby, and I’m going to do the right thing and put a ring on
her finger, making her mine for as long as we both live.” Reid’s eyes bled into mine. My heart was

aching, bleeding for him.

“If you do this, Bridget, you will never be welcome in my house again.” I watched as my
father, the man that raised me, push up from the floor. He was angry right now, but eventually he
would come around, he would have to.

“She won’t need to be welcome in your house. She has me now.” Reid stepped around my
father and extended his hand out toward me.

“I have to get my backpack.” I moved toward the hallway, grabbing the bag I had hidden in the
linen closet last night.
 “You can’t do this, Reid.” My father was pleading with Reid as I reappeared.

“I can and I am. I love her, Parker, and if you can’t or won’t understand that, then that’s on

you. When you’re ready, you can come and visit. Until then, stay the fuck away from us.” Reid’s
words held a warning and my father stared at both of us in disbelief as we walked toward the door.

My father didn’t say another word, not even as we walked out the door and toward the bike. As soon
as we were out of earshot, Reid cupped me by the cheeks and pressed his lips against mine.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, kitten, it’s not even funny.” He whispered between kisses. I
missed him, too, more than he would ever know.

“Do you think he will be okay?” I asked, worry, and guilt eating away at me. I wanted to run
back to Daddy and hug him, tell him I was sorry but I couldn’t. I was angry and hurt.

Reid grunted in response to my question.

“He just needs time to come to terms with what is going on and when he does everything will
be okay. I’m done hiding my desire and need for you and if that hurts your father, then so be it. He’s
my friend, and I respect him, but me loving you don’t have to hurt him.”

Reid was right, and even though I knew that, the tears still slipped from my eyes. I felt like I

was losing a member of my family. The only person I have ever really had.

“Shhh, kitten. I’ve known your daddy for a long time. He’ll come around. He’s just a hard
ass.” Reid assured me, releasing my face, and helping me onto the back of the bike. I adjusted my
backpack and settled onto the leather seat.

“We’re going to need to get a minivan.” I joked, taking the helmet as he settled it into my
hands. I slipped in on, feeling the tightness against my head. Reid examined it making sure it was snug
and in place.

Where was his helmet?

 “We will talk about that. I’m not sure I’m ready to rock a minivan yet but we will see.” He

smirked, and butterflies fluttered in my belly. Reid. The dark knight. The man I craved and desired

since day one was now mine.

“I love you.” I whispered, thinking he couldn’t hear me.

“I know, kitten, and you know I feel the same way.” He took the seat in front of me, bringing
out bodies together. I wrapped my arms around his middle as he started the bike. I could see the front
door of the house was still open, and a sadness clung to me. I hoped Reid was right that he would
come around, eventually.

“Ready?” He hollered over the roar of the motorcycle. The engine vibrated through my thighs,
sending pluses of pleasure straight to my core.

“Whenever you’re.” I squeezed him tighter, his scent, and the warmth of his body against mine
calmed me. Everything was going to be okay so long as Reid was beside me.
 EPILOUGE

One Year Later

REID

The phone rang and rang. Patience wasn’t a strong suit of mine but I stayed on the line, and
thankfully there was an answer a few seconds later.

“Hello?” Parker’s tone was full of confusion and bit of irritation.

“Parker, hi. I’m not going to pussyfoot around this and ask how you’re doing and all that
bullshit, because I knew you well enough then to make small talk. Come to dinner with me tonight at
six. We need to talk.” I was straightforward and waited for his response as he sighed heavily and
grumbled into the speaker.

“Where at? Usual spot we used to go?” He asked sharply.

“Yes. I’ll make reservations now for six o’clock. See ya then.”

Parker ended the call without saying goodbye and I shook my head. This wasn’t going to be an

easy dinner tonight, but I had to do what I had to do. I typed the number to the restaurant into my phone
and made the reservations for this evening.

Parker hadn’t come around when it came to Bridget and I, but he didn’t make any comments
about us being together, and we never heard from him unless it was something that had to do with
Ellie, mine and Bridget’s baby girl.

I watched Ellie as she laid on her pink soft fleece blanket sprawled out in the middle of the
floor, playing with her toys and cooing. She had bright blue eyes like me and Bridget’s cute little
button nose. I had never been happier in my life and I never thought the day would come that I’d be a
dad, but here I was.
 Admiring the beautiful little being Bridget and I had made together, a child of fate and pure

love. She was everything and the longer I watched her, the more I thought about giving her brothers

and sisters. I wanted more of our love running around and eventually making differences in the world
around us.

“Do you think Mommy and I should give you a brother or sister next?” I asked her softly. It
was just Ellie and I here during the day with Bridget gone at classes I made her enroll in.

Her education was important to me as was her happiness, and I was more than capable of
caring for Ellie even if the shitty diapers made me gag. I wouldn't change any of this for the world. I

was wrapped so far around both of my girls’ pinkies and I always would be. I’d do anything in my
power to protect these two and to make them happy.

The day slipped by us in a breeze and it was nearing time for me to meet Parker at the halfway
point. Bridget had just gotten home from classes and I was rushing to leave.

“Where are you going? Why the rush?” Her eyes widened as though she was thinking
something was wrong.

“Oh, just a last minute business meeting I have to attend.” I hated lying to her.

“Business meeting? I thought your work was all done at home now?” She questioned.

“I know, I know. It is, but unfortunately the client wants to talk numbers over dinner and this is
one of our biggest clients. I promise I won't be long.” I placed a soft kiss to her forehead and tilted
her chin upwards leaning down to kiss her against the lips.

Then I walked over to Ellie who was lounging in her swing and I kissed her adorable chubby
cheek.

“Daddy loves you, Princess.” I whispered softly, and she smiled a big gummy smile.

I kissed Bridget once more before rushing out the door and hopping onto my motorcycle.
 After about an hour drive I finally pulled into the parking lot of the steakhouse and I saw

Parker standing out front puffing on a cigarette.

Something I hadn’t seen him do since we were in the military together. I took a deep breath
and let it out, prepping myself for the talk that neither of us wanted to have. I nodded at him since

we’d made eye contact and I shuffled over, quickening my steps as it started to sprinkle.

Great. I rode my bike here so no matter what we’d or at least I would be stuck here until the
rain stopped.

We walked in together, not even exchanging a word to each other. I was here for Bridget that
was it. The hostess seated us with a smile leaving us to ourselves.

“What do you want?” Parker asked impatiently as soon as the hostess sat us down at our table,
and I frowned, hating that my best friend and I were nothing more than acquaintances.

“First and foremost, I wanted to meet up and discuss you seeing, Ellie.” I paused, taking a sip
of water from the glass in front of me. “I’m going to be taking Bridget out for a weekend away but
we’ll need a babysitter, someone we trust, someone we know will protect her like she is theirs….”
Parker and I might’ve had a falling out, but I knew more than anyone that Parker would protect his

granddaughter with his life.

“Okay, consider it done. I’ll watch her. I have no problem watching my grand baby.” I smiled.
I already knew he would say yes, the hard part was getting him to agree to letting me marry Bridget.

He licked his lips and eyed my hand where the tiny box was sitting. I placed it on the table in
front of him.

“What’s that?” He narrowed his eyes on the small black velvet box and then looked up,
meeting my eyes with a glare.

“That’s my promise to, Bridget, to my daughter, to protect and uphold my promise to be the
man they both need. I want to make Bridget my wife, but I’m going to do it the right way.” I paused,

my hands were sweaty, and my belly was nothing but knots.

“Are you asking me if I approve of you marrying my daughter?” There was a smugness to
Parker’s voice that I didn’t like.

“Yeah, I fucking am, but not because I need your approval to do so, but because I respect you
and care about you, and want you to know and approve. I’m not required to get your approval, your
daughter’s old enough to make her own choices. But I would like for you to put hard feelings aside so
I can have your blessing.” I withheld the disdain from my voice. I didn’t want this moment to turn

ugly. I wanted us to be on good terms.

“Hey…” Parker called to the waitress. “Can you get us two beers please?” I exhaled, feeling
as if I could finally relax into my chair.

When Parker turned his attention back to me he spoke, “I want you to know that my
disapproval of you being with Bridget was out of fear. She’s my little girl, my baby, or at least she
was…” He trailed off. I knew how he felt about Bridget, his heart beat started and ended with her,
same with me.

“I’m not going to hurt her. Not ever. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not twenty years from now. She
is mine. My forever.” I sounded possessive as fuck, but I was. What was mine, was mine and no one,
not even Parker, was going to act like I would hurt, Bridget?

Parker smirked as the waitress sat two beer bottles on the table in front of us. “I guess I
should be grateful that she found someone now, and that I didn’t have to endure the college days.” I
couldn’t help but sigh at his comment. Picturing my sweet, naïve kitten in college, with a bunch of frat
boys’ eyes all over her.

It made my blood boil.

 “I would kill anyone who touches her.” I took a long pull from the beer my eyes never

wavering from Parker’s. This was my best friend, the man that knew me inside and out.

“You’ve got my approval and my blessing. I just want to see you two happy, and of course, I
want to make sure Ellie has a good life.” Parker finally spoke, and my body calmed, knowing I had

his approval. Like I had said before I didn’t need his approval, but I wanted it.

“Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to both Bridget and me.” I could finally
relax and enjoy the idea of engagement. I had wanted to marry my kitten since the day she told me she
was carrying my child, but I knew that everything came with time.

“Just don’t let me down.” He mumbled around the beer bottle. We were okay now, not perfect,
not happy, but in a place where we could agree to give Bridget and Ellie the best in life.

“I won’t, Parker. I never have before and I won’t start now.” I assured him. We ordered our
food and made small talk the rest of the time. I plucked the ring up off the table before we said our
goodbyes. I was beyond excited to have Parker’s blessing and it would be even greater when I saw
Bridget’s face sparkle with excitement as I placed the diamond ring on her finger.

***

Our sweet baby girl cooed in the baby swing in the living room while I worked on dinner. My
naughty little kitten would be home any second now and I wanted everything to be perfect when she
walked in.

I moved between the kitchen and the living room checking on Ellie. She was a little thing just
like her momma. I heard the sound of the garage door opening and knew Bridget was finally home,
and just in time since Ellie had just fallen asleep. I tiptoed into the kitchen and lit the candles along
the island and dining room table.

“Reid, what the heck…” Her soft voice was music to my ears, making my heart beat faster in
my chest. Her eyes collided with my smoldering ones as she closed the door softly behind her. She
looked around, her eyes scanning over Ellie in her swing before coming back to mine. I smirked,

knowing she was all mine.

“I wanted to do something special for you, kitten.” I spoke in soft low tone as she walked

toward me, reaching my hands out to grip her by her waist. She stood on her tippy toes and pursed her
plump lips, leaning down to where my lips met hers we kissed. Every time was always as powerful
as the first time our lips ever touched.

“Why’s that, babe?” She asked, a smile pulled at her lips and I wanted to kiss her again, but I

didn’t. I returned the smile and slid my hand down to her ass, gripping it in my palm and she giggled.

That is all mine, this is mine. Forever.

“Because I love you. I want to take you out, just a little weekend getaway. We won’t be away
from Ellie long.” I spoke, scanning her eyes seeing the wash of anxiety come over her as she thought
about being away from Ellie for the first time.

I already knew she would be worried about daycare for the weekend, but I couldn’t tell her I
already spoke with Parker about him keeping Ellie for us. The surprise I had planned for her burned a

hole in my pocket. I was ready to make her my wife. Ready to make my family whole, and us
becoming one would make it that way.

“Who will watch Ellie?” She was fear stricken, and I found it to be adorable. I brushed a few
strands of her soft brown hair out of her face and stared at her in awe.

“Reid, who is going to watch Ellie? I’m not leaving her with some random babysitter.” She
frowned, and I decided to finally answer her.

“Your dad is on his way here now. I wanna take you somewhere special so hurry up and eat
dinner with me and then get your ass in the car.” I ordered. Her mouth was popped open in disbelief.
 “How did you get him to come watch her?” She was flabbergasted, her green eyes swirling

with curiosity. I couldn’t tell her I went and saw him the other night, not just yet.

“He might not be onboard with us being together, but he loves Ellie more than anything.” I
guided her in the direction of the kitchen where I had a pan of baked ziti, her favorite meal, cooling.

She smiled up at me as I got two plates out and served up the food. Well, she uncorked a bottle of
wine, pouring herself a glass.

“I can’t believe we’ve been together over a year.” I lifted my eyes to hers as she brought the
wine glass to her perfectly plump lips. I wanted to fuck her right here, right now on the table.

“I can’t either, kitten.” I mumbled, my mind drifting to other things, things that involved getting
her naked and screwing her all over the house. I placed her plate in front of her before heading to my
own spot on the other side of the table.

She gave me a hungry look, a look that said she wanted me to eat her.

“Are you hungry, baby?” I nibbled at my bottom lip. She nodded her head yes, before shoving
away from the table, sauntering over to where I sat. I scooted the chair back, making room for her so
that she could sit on my lap. It was when she started to pull her panties, and black yoga pants down

that my already stiff cock turned to steel.

“I’m hungry for you, Reid. I want your cock inside of me, owning me.” She turned, placing her
hands against the table while bending over with her ass jutted out. I resisted the urge to growl and
instead shucked my pants to the floor. I pulled the black box out of the pocket of my jeans and situated
it next to me on the floor.

“You’re drenched, kitten.” I announced, dipping a finger between her wet folds. She was
soaked for me and clearly turned on by my cooking skills.

“I want you.” She muled as I dropped to my knees giving her one hard lick from the top of her
ass to her clit.

“Bad enough that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I questioned flicking the tip

of my tongue against her swollen clit.

“God, fuck yes.” She cried out, gyrating her pussy against my face. Her juices coated my
tongue, but I wasn’t going to end things here.

“Turn around, kitten.” I ordered, grabbing the ring box. She turned around slowly, her eyes
meeting mine instantly.

“I’ve wanted you to be my wife since the night you called me and told me you were carrying
my child. I knew then, there would never be another woman for me. You were it. My all, my
everything till death do us part.” I held myself together, watching as she lifted a hand to her mouth to
stifle the cry that wanted to escape her lips.

“Reid. Oh my God.” I popped the box open, showing her the two-carat diamond engagement
ring. It wasn’t much compared to what others gave their spouses, but it was enough.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying my crazy ass?” I licked my lips, fear spiraling deep in
my belly. There was a chance she could say no, there was always a chance something could go

wrong, that was the thing about life, it was never known what would happen next.

She nodded her head yes, and I slipped the ring onto her finger, lifting her up in my arms and
sinking all eight inches of my cock into her tight hole. She was soaked with need, and I was hungry for
her, starving for her touch, for her kisses, for her.

“Reid.” She cried out as I upped my pace, my cock sinking deep into her channel. Her legs
shook as I held her in place against the counter.

“I love you, kitten. I fucking love you.” I whispered into her ear as pleasure like I never felt
before shot through me. Her pussy clenched around me and her head fell back against the cabinet.
 “I love you too, Reid, fuck do I love you.” She cried out, her pussy convulsing as she fell

apart around me. I upped my pace, until the pleasure grew too great, and my balls felt tight with my

release. Then I shot my load deep inside of her holding her in place against the counter, our pants
were the only thing that could be heard.

“Are we still going to go out?” Bridget questioned as I pulled out of her, my cock ready for
another seven rounds.

I smirked, pulling my jeans on before her father got here and saw us fucking in the kitchen. “Of
course. I asked Ellie if she wanted more siblings earlier and she said at least five so we better get to

fucking, kitten.”

She smiled, but a zing of excitement showed in her eyes. She loved me, and she wanted more
kids.

Fuck. I had the greatest woman in the world as my own.

 THE END

Read on for a look at Farm Boy

 PROLOGUE
Drew

The smell of smoke filtered into my nostrils and I opened my eyes a second later but
couldn’t see a thing.
What the hell?
The crackling sound of the flames burning through wood filled my ears well violent

screams of my grandpop and grandma followed. Jumping from my bed I ran up the stairs to the
basement door to try to open it, heat searing through my fingers as I gripped the iron door handle
in my hands.
An orange glow beamed underneath the door through the crack tellin’ me the fire was
already engulfing the house. I didn’t have much time.
Pushing the panic down I ran over to my closet and grabbed a baseball bat, then hopped on
my bed, to bust the window just above my bed out so that I could escape. I swung the bat once and
the end shattered the glass into a million tiny pieces.
On shaky legs, I climbed through the broken glass in the window, feeling the shards as they

cut into my arms and stomach. Each slice was a reminder that I was still alive, and I needed to get
movin’ to save grandma and grandpop.
“Get up!” A voice hollered. My body ached, and there was a pounding behind my eyes. I felt
like I had drunk an entire bottle of whiskey, even though I hadn’t touched an ounce of alcohol. I
shoved from the hay mound, the nightmares were still plaguing me.
“I…. I’m sorry.” I popped an eye open, the bright sun overhead burnin’ through my retinas.
“You've gotta stop doin’ this, Drew.” Collin’s scolded. This was the third time I’d been caught
in his barn, and I’d have felt bad had it not been so cold last night.
“I’m sorry, sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” I was so fed up with this life, ever since
the… I couldn’t even finish the thought, there was no point in thinkin’ about shit ya couldn’t change. I

stood up and wiped the small pieces of hay off my clothes and slipped my feet into my boots.

“You lookin’ for work, boy? I know of somethin’ for ya that’d keep ya outta trouble.” Collin’s
pulled out his old flip phone from the front pocket of his t-shirt. I nodded yes. I wasn’t gonna beg for a

place to stay but I also wasn’t gonna object to nothin’ either.

“It’ll just take a quick call.” He punched in the numbers on his phone and after a brief moment
he said, hello to whoever was on the other end.
“You still lookin’ for help, sir?” There was a short pause. “Okay, cause, I got a young man

here, the late Weston’s grand boy. He could help ya out.” His voice trailed off into a whisper and that
was when I assumed he was talkin’ about findin’ me sleepin’ in his barn. I wasn’t proud of it by any
means but it wasn’t like I done any harm.
Mr. Collin’s shut his phone and placed it back into the pocket of his t-shirt.
“You got anything other than your boots for transportation?” He eyed me up and down with a
look of concern.
“Yes, sir. I gotta a truck but I ran out of gas, it’s parked up the hill.” I hung my head low, not
wantin’ any sympathy or hand outs and it pained me to think that I actually needed help. I’d been a
hard worker my whole life, striving for good grades, helpin’ my grandparents whenever I could.

Mr. Collin’s walked over to a cabinet under his workbench and grabbed an old gas can, then
he walked back over to me and extended his arm out offering the gas.
“It's just about full, should be enough to get you to the Houzner’s farm.”
The Houzners… I tried to think of whom it was that I knew by that name but nothin’ rung a
bell, but then again I was all out of sorts bein’ homeless now.
“Thank you, sir. Anything you need me to do ‘round here before I leave, to pay for the gas?” I
offered politely, willin’ to do what I could to give back.
“You can take the trash can that's sittin’ next to the house to the end of the drive on your way
up there.” Mr. Collin's grabbed a toothpick from his pocket and slid it into his mouth.
 “Thank you, sir.” I reached for the gas can with one hand and shook his hand with the other.

“Stay outta trouble, boy, and don’t you dare worry about bein’ caught in the barn sleepin’. We

all go through tough spots in life, it’s about movin’ on from ‘em and gettin’ through the tough stuff.” He
firmly shook my hand, and gave me a soft smile. I didn’t deserve his kindness, but I wasn’t gonna be

anythin’ but kind to those that gave back to me.

“Yes, sir.” I grabbed my Stetson hat and placed it on top of my head before leaving.
After taking the trash to the end of the drive, I walked a ways down the road and up a hill to
where my truck had stalled. I emptied the gas can into my tank, hopped in the truck, and started it. It

roared to life, causin’ a smile to pull at my lips. Now, all I’d have to do is make a good impression on
Mr. Houzner and everythin’ would be just fine.
Putting the truck into drive, I made my way down the road and in the direction of the
Houzner’s farm.
I might not be able to outrun the nightmares that plagued me, but I had to make a life for
myself. I wasn’t gonna beg, or plead for anythin’.

***

I pulled down the long driveway, tires crunchin’ over the gravel, my palms sweatin’ as I
gripped the steering wheel. My heart was poundin’ in my ears as I rounded the corner, the larger
white farmhouse comin’ into full view.
A sign that said Houzner and Family Farm hung from a gate off to the right.
Family? I dug through my memories tryin’ to recollect if there had been a Houzner back in
high school with me? Houzner. I repeated the name over and over in my head, knowin’ it sounded
familiar, but just couldn’t place my finger on it.
The driveway ended, and I parked the truck next to an orange Allis Chalmers. I took a deep
calming breath, to gather my wits before gettin’ out of the truck. I needed this job dammit.
 As I tried to calm my nerves, my eyes honed in on a brown haired bronze beauty in a flowy

sundress and cowboy boots, carryin’ a thick textbook by her side.

I’d remember a beauty like that, wouldn’t I?

My cock jumped at the thought of her sassy mouth tellin’ me off like she most definitely would.

She reminded me of a firecracker, the second somebody’d light her up she’d go off. Not givin’ damn
about who or what stood in her way. I could tell just by eyein’ her up and down, that she was a little
pistol and needed to be handled by a man that knew how to work a loaded gun.
 CHAPTER ONE

MILLIE

I knew trouble when I saw it, and Drew Weston was trouble, a whole six feet, two hundred
fifty muscled pounds of it. My eyes stayed glued to the big picture window that overlooked the front

yard as my daddy walked up to him. It wasn’t every day that a man like Drew showed up at your
house.
I had known him from high school, and though he was handsome as hell, he had the
temper of a wild stallion. The thought of him raving me until I was nothing more than heaping mess
crossed my mind.
What the hell? Obviously, the attraction was there, but I knew better than to cross the
line with a man like him.
“Seriously, Millie, get away from the window,” My sister Nora whisper yelled at me as
she fixed Daddy up breakfast. It was just him, Nora and I, living in this giant farmhouse now. Momma

had passed away from breast cancer months ago and it was rough keeping things going. Hell,
sometimes I wondered how we managed all of it, the cooking, the cleaning, the farming. It was yet
another reminder of how much Momma was still needed around here.
“I’m nineteen, Nora…” I gave her the same snarky attitude she gave me, my eyes
moving from the window, and instead, to her displeased face.
“Nineteen doesn’t make you old enough to be eyeing up the new help.” She narrowed
her eyes. It hit me then what she had said.
“New help? Daddy didn’t hire Drew, did he?” I questioned. Drew had always sparked
a curiosity deep in my belly and parts of me were scared of him while others tingled at the sight of
him. Nora stared at me for a long second before answering.

“Rider just quit, and Leo is struggling to stay on top of everything. Daddy needed the

help, or he was going to have to sell some of the property.” I could hear the anguish in her words.
Nora and I didn’t know what we were going to do with the farm once Daddy passed away, but we

knew we didn’t want the land going to no city folk so that they could build another strip mall.
I frowned, “Why didn’t y’all tell me that?” I had been attending classes at the local
technical college in town, and I was sure that was half of the reason Nora nor Daddy had said
anything.

Nora shrugged, “We didn’t want you to worry and plus it ain’t your problem. You’ve got
enough on your plate with exams and…”
“You’ll fit right in, Drew…” Daddy’s voice carried up the porch and into the kitchen
where both Nora and I were. Fire filled my belly for some strange reason as Daddy and Drew both
entered the space.
“We’ve got a new worker, girls. This here is Drew Weston.” Daddy introduced us,
though I already knew Drew. His dark brooding eyes pierced mine, sending shivers down my spine.
He was rugged looking, with a slight scruff that marred his chin, and cheeks. His jaw was tight as if
he was grinding his teeth together, and his well-built frame was giving off a vibe that said do not

approach me.
I wanted to laugh.
“Nice to meet you, Drew.” Nora greeted him with a smile before nudging me in the side.
I should’ve said the same thing as Nora, but I wasn’t the good girl. I wasn’t the one who listened to
every word Daddy said.
I gazed up at Drew his eyes seeming to grow darker, before I realized that everyone was
staring at me.
“Yeah, nice to meet you.” I mumbled, as I plucked a piece of bacon off a plate that Nora
had placed on the table. She gave me the Wicked Witch of the West eye, but I didn’t care. She
couldn’t scare me.

“Drew here says he went to school up at Croc High.” Daddy’s eyes shifted between the

two of us and suddenly it started to get awkward.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t really remember him.” I shrugged, playing it off. I could see the flame

in Drew’s coffee brown eyes flicker. He didn’t like the idea of a woman not remembering him.
“Hmm, well that’s too bad. He’s a member of the family now, so you’ll need to treat him
like one.” I couldn’t hide the shock as my eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“What do you mean?” Confusion laced my words as Drew and Daddy took a seat at the

circular dining room table.

“What he means is, I’ll be staying with y’all for a while. If that’s okay?” Drew’s voice
was low and gravelly, like sand running through rocks. It made my body tingle and my thighs warm.
He couldn’t mean what I thought he was saying, could he?
“Don’t be talking no nonsense. We talked about this a few minutes ago. You’ll stay here
so long as you offer help.” Daddy’s voice held a warning, and the look on his face all but dared Drew
to push the matter.
“Yes, sir…” Drew didn’t question, or gripe another moment about the conversation. He
just went about making himself a plate, just like Daddy. I, well I stared in amazement at them for a

long moment before taking the seat directly across from the new help.
“How are classes going?” Daddy jumped right into another conversation as if the last
one had ended already.
“They’re good.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of Drew. His large hands gripped the fork
tightly and I wondered for a second what it would feel like to have his hands gripping me.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Keep up those grades and you’ll be a veterinarian in no
time.” I smiled, nodding my head yes. I knew what it took to get the job I wanted, it was Daddy who
didn’t. He thought I could take a two year degree course and be done. What he didn’t know was that I
had years of schooling to go to.
 “Veterinarian? You like animals?” Drew piped up, one thick brown eyebrow raised in

question. I licked my lips. The tone of his voice was condescending, and I wondered if Daddy or

Nora could tell.

I narrowed my eyes, grabbing another slice of bacon. “Yeah, I like animals. If I didn’t, I

don’t think being a veterinarian would be a good idea, right?” My response was a bit smart assish,
but it was the least I could give him for talking to me in such an asshole manner.
Daddy cleared his throat, and Nora’s eyes went wide.
“I suppose so, though, I think you need like six…” I cut him off that second, refusing to

get into this conversation with Daddy so early in the morning.

“I know how long it’s going to take, and the kind of grades I need. There ain’t no need to
put your nose where it ain’t needed.” I huffed narrowing my eyes at him. He smirked, actually fucking
smirked, and a smidge of his perfectly straight white teeth appeared out of the corner of his mouth.
“Millie Louise…” Daddy raised his voice, and I shoved from the table, my appetite
was long gone now. Drew had ruined breakfast for me, and I had a hankering that he would ruin other
things for me as they came along.
“It was nice meeting you…” Drew hollered as I shoved through the screen door, my
boot covered feet carrying me out toward the barn. I needed a couple of seconds to get my emotions

under control, and then I would apologize just like the young lady I was. Dust kicked up as I ran down
the path and into the barn. I climbed the creaky ladder to the hay loft and settled onto one of the bales,
as I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat.
I had never reacted so rudely toward someone, and especially not in front of Daddy. It
occurred to me then as I stared off into the rising sun that I had let Drew get the best of me. I had fed
right into his meddling, and now I was the one that would have to explain my behavior, not him. I
squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath, the smell of hay, and fresh air filled my nostrils.
He wouldn’t be staying forever, not if I had something to do about it.
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