Page 5 of Obsessed Daddy
“Still, I bet you could’ve gotten it.”
“What makes you say that? For all you know, I could’ve failed all my classes throughout college.”
“Did you?” I cross my arms over my chest, avoiding the sight of her body at all costs.
She tilts her head slightly. “No, but I could’ve.”
“I can just tell by looking at you.”Here I go!Slow it down, man, or you’re going to lose control!“You’re a smart girl, and I’d bet kids love you.”
“Yeah, because I act like one. I don’t see any other grown women out there in the lake freaking out over a pretend monster.”
“Well,” I cock my head to the side, “I saw a grown man scared of Bigfoot on a walk last week, so maybe cut yourself some slack.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I was up on Echo Pass hiking, minding my business, and I ran into this city guy who came barreling down the trail like he was being hunted. His face was all red, and he was panting like he’d been running for an hour. He grabs me and starts rambling on about this big, hairy thing he saw stalking through the trees.” I huff out a laugh. “The man was convinced he saw Bigfoot. That there was no denying that a big, hairy, upright figure was in the woods. I tried to convince him thathe probably saw one of those reclusive lumberjacks that live up there. You know the type, dark flannel, beard that goes to their chest, but he wasn’t having it. His mind had decided it was Bigfoot, and no one was going to tell him otherwise.”
Bella chuckles. “Well… maybe I’ll stay away from the trails just in case.” She turns back toward the door. “Thank you for helping me today. I’ll tell everyone I know what a hero you are.”
“Please do.” I grin, holding the door open above her head. Even doused in lake water, she smells like wildflowers in bloom. “I have a hero complex that can never be satisfied.”
“And you’re not shy.”She grins and glances down at my boxers.
Oh fuck! I’ve been so distracted by her that I spaced on the fact that I’ve been standing here with no pants on.
Did she see my cock rising to attention as she was toweling herself off? Was I tucked behind the counter when that happened?
Fuck my life!
She turns to walk away, the sweetest smile on her face as her hair flips back.
I study her movements as I draw my hand over my beard, tugging at the gray that’s rapidly taking over my chin. “Be good, little girl. No more lake monsters, and no more swimming alone. Okay?”
“No more lake monsters,” she repeats, ass jiggling as she walks back down the dune toward the beach.
I step into the house, hiding my shame from the world as I watch her out the picture window, my cock growing harder and harder with every move she makes. There’s a turquoise lake, white-capped mountains, a cloudless sky, and yet I ignore it all in favor of her thick frame and bouncing curves.
For a moment, I remind myself that she’s twenty-four, my ex’s baby sister, and a woman I shouldn’t have interest in,though that doesn’t seem to matter as I imagine twisting my hand into her long blonde hair, bending her over, and spanking that jiggling ass for going into the water alone. None of those concerns matter when I tuck my hand into my shorts and stroke my cock, or when I come hard like a fucking pervert watching her bend over, or when I’m growling out in pleasure at thoughts of what that tiny, little pussy must feel like.
I hope that little girl never comes around again, ‘cause if she does, I’ll be the one giving the teacher her lessons.
Chapter Three
Bella
“I don’t know,” I shrug and study my sister, whose hair somehow sparkles like those‘Twilight’vampires. Maybe she actuallyisa vampire. She did spend a summer in Washington, and it would explain a lot of her weird behavior. Mostly the part where she sucks the life out of people.
“What do you mean you don’t know? If you were in his house, why didn’t you take pictures?”
I roll my eyes to the side and dip my spoon into the pint of chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s exactly what I need to help suppress every feeling I’ve had since leaving Clint’s. Heck, I might need two pints given the fact that I was just curled up against his bare chest as he carried me in from the shore.
The man looks like a marble statue come to life and feels even more solid. As I remember that hard body holding me tight against his skin, my pussy twitches uncontrollably.
He smells like the most masculine man I’ve ever smelled. I don’t make a habit of smelling random men, but Clint’s sent is hard not to notice. It’s woody and warm with leather or something else behind it. I don’t know, but whatever it is, I want it made into a candle that I can burn nightly while I’m getting off or needing comfort.
“I told you, he’s not going to rent the place. He’s selling it.”
“To someone who wants to rent it, so it’s the same thing. Plus,” she sighs and twists her index finger into her shimmering hair, “he’s probably full of it.” She shakes her head as she says, “I don’t think you understand. Ineedto see what he did to the place.”
