Page 3 of Obsessed Daddy
Clint gets closer and closer, his jeans on the sand somewhere as he splashes into the water, his big hand outstretched for me as I gasp for air.
“Are you okay?” His rough palm lands on my shoulder
“Yeah,” I pant, still thrashing in the water like an idiot. “I’m totally fine.”
He grins wide and pulls me against his chest before standing me up. “You can touch.”
Oh my God… I can touch!
I can touch the freaking ground!
My face burns as my feet brush something slimy, and I pull them back up instinctively and scream as I lean into Clint’s massive frame.
He laughs loudly as he says, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. It’s just gross, and,” I pause and stare up at him, watching the gears in his brain work as though he’s remembering who I am, “I’ve gotta get out of here.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the Deepling?”
“No,” I lie, swallowing hard as he lifts me from the ground and carries me from the five feet of water I’m standing in. The man is a beast. He’s even grabbed the canoe with his free hand as he carries me. “There’s no such thing as a Deepling. I’m just… I’m cold.”
“Right,” he groans, landing the canoe on the beach as he holds me tight in his arms. “Well, you should know that the Deepling is more afraid of you than you are of it.”
“That’s what everyone says right before they get eaten.” I smile and attempt to squirm down from his arms as we hit the sand, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he looks toward me, his brow narrowed, ink glistening across his shoulders. “You look an awful lot like this girl I used to know.”
“Is that right?” I glance away, then back again. “Well, you look a lot like a guy my sister used to date.”
“There it is,” he groans, swallowing down a grin. “Hey, little girl. How are you?”
I forgot he used to call me‘little girl.’I remember not being too fond of it back in the day. Right now, though, it’s making my chest all warm and gooey, but to be fair, the man could call me a street rat and I’m pretty sure I’d be blushing right now.
He grabs my beach bag as he carries me up toward the lake house. “You’ve… grown up a lot.” There’s a small crack in his deep, graveled voice as he heads along the path, and I know right then that trouble is on the horizon.
Chapter Two
Clint
My God! Bella is curvier than the last time I saw her. Fuller hips, larger breasts, rounder ass. Hell, I think even her lips are bigger.
How the hell do your lips get bigger, and why am I noticing?
My cock aches in my jeans as my eyes dance around her frame, looking for answers.
This whole thing is sick. It’s sick and I need to stop. If I remember correctly, she’s probably twenty-four years old.
Twenty-fucking-four!
I’ve never been a fan of those pervy assholes who go after younger women. It’s sick, like they’re trying to recapture their youth or prove something to themselves. They strut around town, puffing their chests out like their twenty-five again, like they’re terrified of becoming irrelevant.
It’s pathetic.
A real man doesn’t need a woman half his age to feel relevant. He doesn’t need wide eyes and inexperience to boost his ego.
I shake my head and redirect my vision toward the picture window that overlooks the lake. The view out of that window is much safer than the one in my doorway.
“Thanks for the rescue,” she says sweetly, forcing my eyes back toward her again. “Two more minutes and that lake monster would’ve had me.”
My pulse quickens as I try not to stare.
