Ex-Rated Attraction - K. Webster

Ex-Rated Attraction By K Webster I liked Caleb. I like his dad more. Miles Reynolds sent shocks through me the very first time I met him. With his full beard and sculpted ass, he’s every inch a heroic, powerful Greek god. He saved me from a bad situation and now he’s all I can think of. Every minute of every hour of every day, I want that man. He’s warned me away, says I can’t handle what he has to give. But I know better. Miles is exactly what I need—now, then and forever. This book is approximately 28,000 words Editor’s note: All characters in this story are over eighteen and all sexual interactions are fully consensual. One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise! The Dirty Bits from Carina Press: what you want, when you want it. Over-the-top sexy micro-romances designed to be read in an hour or two.

Dedication This book is dedicated to my supportive husband, Matt.

Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Epilogue Acknowledgments About the Author Also by K Webster

Chapter One Miles My wife, Leigh, left a gaping hole in our family the moment she lost her mind and bailed. We’d been close—so I thought—until the night she tearfully told me that she “couldn’t do this anymore.” What she’d meant was she wasn’t fit to be a wife and mother. Her free spirit was tired of being tied down. The devastation was crushing because she not only left me but she left me along with our eight-year-old son, Caleb. She abandoned us. That was ten years ago. For a decade, I’ve tried to provide what I could for my son. A loving home. A lifestyle where he hurts for nothing. Freedom to spread his wings and discover who he is without pushing him from the nest altogether. Yet despite my desire to keep him happy, he’s not. At least…not until recently. For weeks now, my boy has begun to smile again at home. He even confides in me. His girlfriend, Olivia Rowe, is all he talks about. Babbles on about how beautiful and popular she is. Talks about wanting to lose his virginity to her. My chest has been swelling with pride that my son feels as though he can talk to me about these things. I gave him the manly talk about using protection and how to treat a girl right. We’d been drifting apart since the moment Leigh left us to do God only knows what. But now, he and I are finding some solid ground again. I’m no longer an embarrassment to him. I can hear the music from the party downstairs all the way in my bedroom but it isn’t obnoxious. I’m used to these things; I own a club. I’ve started letting Caleb have parties here at the house. I figure I can keep a better eye on him that way. I’m starting to settle into a friend zone with my son and honestly, I’m okay with that. It’s better than the silent treatment and resentment he used to hold for me. I know our sudden change in relationship is all because of her. Olivia. She’s softened him and changed him for the better. When I finally meet this girl, I’m going to hug her neck and tell her thank you. My phone buzzes in my pocket, dragging me from my thoughts. I need to finish getting dressed but clearly I’m distracted tonight. I shrug on my dress shirt but don’t button it just yet. We going to Club Orj-E tonight? I need to get laid. I scratch at my wiry beard as I tap out a response to Drew. Not tonight. Caleb is having a party.

His reply is immediate. This whole getting closer with your kid shit is annoying… I smile and can almost see his stupid-ass grin typing it. Whatever, asshole. See you in twenty. I send him the middle finger emoji before tucking my phone away. I’m about to head downstairs to wait for him when I hear something. “Oh, Caleb,” a young woman says, her sweet voice trailing off into a whimper that has my hair standing on end. “Don’t tear my clothes off me! Don’t hold me down! “ Ice runs through my veins. What the fuck is my son doing? Charging toward the door, I barely suppress the growl that’s threatening to escape me. Surely, I’ve misheard. But I swear to God if my boy is hurting some girl, all friend bullshit flies out the window and I’m going to parent the fuck out of him. I fling my bedroom door open and it crashes against the wall. Two girls stare at me with wide eyes. One is on the short side but I couldn’t even tell you what she looks like because my gaze is on the taller one. The fucking gorgeous one. I’m momentarily stunned by her soft, sweet features. The urge to lean forward and inhale her is so sudden. Fierce and animalistic. I quickly push those thoughts from my mind. “Where is he?” I demand, my chest heaving. “Did he hurt you?” The tall brunette with big tits gapes at me, embarrassment causing her high cheeks to burn bright red. Her plump lips are parted and fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch at seeing them. I’ve been immediately attracted to chicks before but this one is intense—unlike any before. The desire to touch her silky hair is almost embarrassing. “Huh?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper that reverberates through every cell of my body. “Was Caleb out here forcing himself on you?” I repeat again, trying desperately not to look at her jiggling tits. “Oh,” the short girl says. “She was just playing around.” I glower at the beautiful one. “Who the fuck pretends about that?” The short one is feisty too, because she intervenes. “Dude. It was just a silly fantasy. Calm down. We’re just looking for the bathroom.” I take a step toward the tall girl and wonder what she tastes like. Her scent is sweet and I lean in to inhale her. God, she smells fucking amazing. “There’s one in my room. Come in,” I murmur. The two girls exchange a look but then the tall one lifts her chin and reveals her slender neck. That would look pretty as fuck with some of my markings too.

Jesus. I need to get a hold of myself. Since when am I into eighteen-year-old chicks? Never. The answer is never. I like them older and experienced. I’m not a fucking babysitter in the bedroom. I motion them to follow me into my room when she speaks. “Um, I’m Olivia,” she chirps. “You are?” I freeze at her words. All the blood rushing to my cock ceases to flow as realization sets in. I stop mid-stride and turn to glare at her in confusion. “You’re Caleb’s new girlfriend, Olivia?” I’m staring at her pale neck again, fixated on her creamy flesh when she speaks. “Yeah.” With gritted teeth, I force myself to be polite and extend a hand to her. “I’m his dad. Miles Reynolds.” Her skin is soft and I hate how much I love having her hand in my grip. I’m a bastard because I don’t want to let go. Reluctantly, I do. The short one starts babbling. “But you’re so… And he’s so…” My nostrils flare. I know Caleb resembles his mother. He’s like her in every way. I don’t need the fucking reminder. “I guess I don’t follow,” I lie with a grumble. Olivia, clearly embarrassed by her friend, interjects. “Nothing. Thank you, um, Mr. Reynolds, for letting me use your bathroom.” She drags her friend in with her and closes the door. I stand there with my hands on my hips trying to process what just happened. My dick was hard in my pants for my son’s goddamned girlfriend. Fucking unbelievable. The two girls are babbling inside the bathroom but I’m too stressed out to latch onto what they’re saying. I run my fingers through my messy hair in frustration. Of course my son would date a drop-dead gorgeous girl. He’s my son, after all. I just didn’t think I’d react to her the way I did. This is wrong on so many levels. You’re a villain. That’s what Leigh used to tell me all the time when she’d get pissed at me. She accused me of lots of things that I wasn’t. The woman lived in a fantasy world where apparently, I was the bad guy. This bad guy had to pick up the pieces and create a new happily ever after for the son the perfect princess left behind. “Your ass is a filthy come Dumpster—” I’m yanked from all thoughts of Leigh the moment I hear moans and over-the-top dirty talk. Are they watching porn in my bathroom? This should piss me off—and frankly, it kind of does—but what pisses me off most is that my dick is hard again, imagining my son’s girlfriend watching it. What the hell is wrong with me? I jerk the door open and both girls gape at me, horrified.

“Everything okay in here?” I demand, my gaze flitting over to Olivia. Her entire face and throat are bright red. It’s cute and I want to haul her into my arms so I can hold her until the embarrassment fades. Another thing I don’t do. I don’t cuddle, dammit. But right now, I want to cuddle the fuck out of her. “Just two girls doing girl things,” the smartass short girl sasses as she drags Olivia out of the bathroom with her. Like a viper, I can’t help but seize Olivia’s arm. I wish it were my teeth on her instead of my fingers. My dick twitches when she yelps. I lower my lips to the shell of her ear and drop my voice to a whisper. “You should really be careful where you watch your porn. One day, it might invite villains to your doorstep, damsel. I don’t think a sweet girl like yourself can handle that.” My words are meant to threaten her—to warn her about luring men like me. Villains. But she flashes me a heat-filled look that has confusion flickering through me before her friend drags her away. I stand in place as I try to make sense of my encounter with my son’s girlfriend. Not only is she too young, but she’s also not mine. If she were with Drew or any of my other guy friends, I’d have no qualms about going after her. But my own kid? I can’t betray him…not after all the progress we’ve made. No matter how fucking tempting she is. I try not to focus on the fact that I haven’t reacted to a woman like this for as long as I can remember. Women are a means to pleasure. They don’t make your heart feel as though it’s going to rip right from your chest. A knock on my door has me jolting in surprise. Elation surges through me as I wonder if she came back to talk some more. I could sure stare at those supple lips awhile longer. That’s not a fucking crime is it? When I sling the door open, Drew Hamilton grunts at me in greeting. He’s still dressed in a polo and khakis. Ever since he opened his physical therapy practice, he works more hours than I do. I hardly ever see him anymore and when I do, he comes straight from the office. “Who’s upstairs?” “Nobody should be up there. Caleb knows everyone’s supposed to stay on the first floor.” He turns and looks down the hallway. “I heard shouting. Sounded like a man shouting at some girls.” Snarling like a beast, I storm toward the stairwell. Drew, just like he has since high school and college, has my back and is hot on my heels. I’m just stomping through the stairwell door on the third floor when I hear a man yelling. “You little bitch. You told them I penetrated you with my fingers. Little liar. If I penetrated you, you’d know it.” I see red the moment I realize some prick has my son’s girlfriend pushed against the

wall by her throat. His other hand starts up her skirt but I’m already stalking toward him. He won’t touch her as long as I have anything to do about it. I yank the fucker away from her and slam him to the ground. Crack! Crack! Crack! I get three brutal punches on the asshole before Drew manages to pull me away. The moment I’m back on my feet, I assess Olivia to make sure she’s okay. I can sense Drew’s confusion about the whole thing so I blurt out my explanation. “Caleb’s girlfriend.” Her green eyes are wide and terrified. It makes me want to pull her into my arms. To stroke her silky brown hair as I murmur that everything is going to be okay. I settle for cradling her face in my palms. God, her smooth skin is fucking perfect. “Are you okay?” I ask gently. She nods but her bottom lip trembles. In another life, I’d kiss that lip to keep it calm. I’m about to ask her more questions but then her short friend is stealing her from me. The instant loss that quakes through me is shocking. I’ve barely known Olivia and I can’t help but crave her. I shouldn’t follow her but I can’t help myself. Like a heat-seeking missile, I charge after her. Drew is wisely silent behind me. I’m sure I’ll get berated later but he doesn’t say a word now. Once we’re downstairs, I find her in Caleb’s arms. It’s a sobering reminder that she belongs to him. My son. Not me. “You got her?” “I do.” He gives me a fierce, clipped nod. My heart sinks but I swallow down my frustrations. I harden my glare. “I have to take care of some asshole upstairs.” As I storm through the house, I crack my neck as I prepare to beat the shit out of whoever the fuck is on my third floor. “After you fuck up the child molester upstairs, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Drew demands as we trot up the stairs. “I want to fuck my son’s girlfriend,” I spit. “That answer your question?” He exhales loudly. “Forget I even asked.”

Chapter Two Olivia “He’s in jail again,” Caleb says, his fingers running up and down along my smooth legs. I drag my gaze from the picture of him and his dad on the mantel to stare at my boyfriend. “Who?” “Mr. Polk.” I swallow down the unease that threatens to spill whenever we talk about our school’s old guidance counselor. He was a sicko. Touched his students and made them do gross things. If it weren’t for my best friend River and Coach busting him in the act as he molested me, Mr. Polk would probably still be taking advantage of students. Unfortunately, my ex-friend Lacy fell hard for Mr. Polk’s creepy ways and ended up getting pregnant by him. A few weeks ago when River and I accidentally ran into him fucking Lacy at Caleb’s party, Mr. Polk decided to rough me up for getting him sent to jail the first time. I was so scared when he had his hand around my throat. The hate in his eyes was terrifying. But then Miles Reynolds saved me. Heat ripples through me whenever I think about Caleb’s dad. I’ve seen and talked with him several times now. Neither of us speak about our first encounter. Miles is so intense it radiates from him like heat from the sun. It almost felt like he wanted me. I’ve been walking around turned on and confused ever since. “I was thinking tomorrow we could go see that new Chris Hemsworth movie,” Caleb murmurs as he fiddles with his phone. “Maybe.” I sit up on my elbows on his couch and chew on my bottom lip. “Is your dad here?” He turns to me and frowns. “No, why?” “I want to have sex,” I blurt out. His cheeks instantly turn bright red. “Wh-what?” “I think we’ve been dating long enough. I’m ready. We’re alone, so let’s have sex.” When he continues to stare in shock, I retract my words. “I mean, unless you don’t want to. I’m sorry…” I trail off, embarrassment threatening to drown me. “I thought since we were dating you would want to and—” “I want to,” he interrupts, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Caleb is cute but he’s not drop-dead gorgeous like Miles. I’m hoping though, that once we have sex, I can stop fantasizing about his dad.

Every second of every day, I think about that man. And boy is he all man. Miles is well over six feet and towers over me. His tattooed chest I’d seen through his open dress shirt was chiseled to perfection. Every part of his body seems massive and solid muscle. “Babe,” Caleb murmurs, his hand sliding up my bare leg toward my thigh under my skirt. “I do want to have sex.” He seems to be convincing himself more than me. I relax and nod, letting my thighs fall apart. His brows narrow in concentration as his hand disappears under my skirt. The moment his fingers brush against my panties, I let out a moan. My eyes flutter closed as he fumbles his way past the fabric. I expect him to go for my clit but he presses a finger to my opening instead. It burns as he pushes inside but my body soon grows wet the more he slides it in and out. I can’t help but open my eyes again but instead of looking at my boyfriend, I stare at his father’s fierce image in the picture on the mantel. “Mmm,” I moan out, my thoughts a confusing fantasy of Miles touching me instead. Shame flits through me and I dart my eyes to Caleb to focus. Thankfully, he pulls his finger out because it was starting to burn. His voice is husky when he tells me to take off my clothes. I obey and a few moments later, he’s trying to push his semi-hard cock inside me. I can sense his frustrations so I remain still. “Hold on,” he grunts. His eyes close as he strokes himself over the condom. Once again, my eyes drift to the mantel. River talks about how awesome sex is but she must be smoking something because this isn’t awesome so far. It’s weird. “Fuck,” he curses, startling me. “It’s okay if you can’t—” “I can,” he snaps, his cheeks turning bright red. He tries a few unusual positions but nothing is keeping him hard. I’m starting to worry that I’m not sexy enough for him. Heat floods through me when I recall the way Miles looked at me. As if I were something he wanted to devour. “Turn over,” Caleb barks, his voice strained with frustration. I flip over onto my hands and knees. One of his hands grabs my ass as he eases his cock into me. Everything burns from the intrusion. I can’t see the mantle from here so I close my eyes to steal more of my fantasy. An eighteen-year-old woman and a forty-somethingyear-old man. Miles. I wonder what his beard would feel like between my thighs. My entire body trembles from that thought. I bet his tongue would feel so good on my clit. Would he put it inside me?

A loud grunt rumbles from behind me and then Caleb pulls out. He pats my ass in an affectionate way. I’m sore now and completely unsatisfied. “Why don’t you go clean up and we’ll go get a milkshake, babe,” he suggests as he climbs off the couch and pulls off the rubber. I snag my clothes and give him a quick smile before disappearing into the bathroom. My entire body thrums with need. I didn’t orgasm. I’ve been told by some of my friends that you can’t orgasm during sex, but River begs to differ. I try not to be annoyed with Caleb that he didn’t try and get me off after at least. He’s new at this too. Instead of being angry, I sit down on the furry rug in the bathroom and lie back. Closing my eyes, I touch myself between my legs and think of him. Miles. My boyfriend’s dad. Within minutes, I’m trembling with pleasure as I silently orgasm. I sigh and look up at the ceiling. Caleb and I just need practice. Eventually we’ll get the hang of it. I’ll even ask River for some pointers that maybe I can share with Caleb. Everything is going to be fine. * * * It’s been weeks since Caleb and I had sex but we haven’t done it again. Not from my lack of trying. I’ve practically thrown myself at him any time we’re alone. His excuses not to have sex with me are getting tiring. Excuses are the norm for our relationship now. I’d even invited him to come out to the club with us tonight but he declined. He and Jake have tickets to a basketball game in the city. I try not to be miffed that I wasn’t invited. Instead, I rebel by going to the club I know his dad owns. River’s boyfriend, Everett, got us tickets into the second floor of the club. Orj-E is a sex club upstairs, I’ve just discovered. Neither Miles nor Caleb ever mentioned this part. A tiny thrill shoots through me to see people half naked and dancing all over the place. “Wow,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m going to explore.” River begs for me to be careful but I’m already slipping through the crowd. The last thing I need to see is her and her boyfriend having sex. Again. I’d seen it in the locker room and that was one time too many. I find a few people standing around a table. A shirtless guy with perfect abs wearing black slacks and a bow tie beams at me. “Want to know your sex number?” he asks and hands me a piece of paper and a pencil. I take it from him and begin reading what looks like a questionnaire. Do you desire to have sex in public?

Are you curious about BDSM? Have you ever masturbated with food? My cheeks heat as I read the intrusive questions. Do you ever fantasize about sex that most people deem abnormal? Have you ever had sex with someone older/younger than you? Are you into role play? Do you like pain mixed with pleasure? Would you consider a threesome? Does choking during sex interest you? I soon find myself scribbling answers to all fifty questions. Once I finish, I hand the paper back to the grinning bow tie guy. “Ahh,” he praises as he tallies my answers. “You’re a ten.” Then he shouts to the crowd. “Ladies and gents, we have ourselves a ten!” Several people cheer and I cross my arms over my chest to hide my embarrassment. I’m not sure what a ten means but it sounds good. “What’s a ten?” I squeak out. “It means someone is very lucky to have you,” he says with a wolfish grin. An older couple, probably as old as my dad, approach me. Both of them wear matching heated stares. “My husband, Phil, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” the woman says in a sweet tone. She stares boldly at my breasts. “Phil is quite gifted with his tongue.” I gape at them in shock. “Oh.” “Not the only thing I’m gifted at,” he brags and boldly rubs at his cock through his slacks. “Very gifted,” the woman says, licking her lips. Holy shit. Wait until I tell River about this one. “I, uh, I’m sure he’s fabulous.” “Connie,” Phil grumbles. “You’re scaring her away. I told you that you come on too strong.” Connie pouts while he gripes her out. I manage to slip between two people and find my way to the bar. The fake ID I’m using earns me more of the shots I drank downstairs. A warm buzz takes hold of my muscles and I wish Caleb were here with me. Maybe I could get him to relax. Together we could explore more of our sexuality. Currently, he’s not interested and I’m bubbling over with the need to try new things.

The bartender brings me another round of shots. I’m just bringing the glass to my lips when heat envelops me from behind. “What are you doing here?” a familiar deep voice snarls. “You don’t belong here, damsel.” My nerves light up with excitement and I quickly chastise myself for getting turned on so easily. “Checking out your secret club,” I sass. Miles glowers at me when I down the shot. His solid chest presses against me as he leans forward to pluck the glass out of my hand. “She’s not twenty-one,” he snaps at the bartender. “Check IDs better or I’ll hire someone who can.” The bartender shoots me an accusatory glare before nodding at Miles. “Up you go,” he grumbles as his strong hands grab my hips. “You’re going home.” I let out a whine when he pulls me off the stool. The alcohol surging through me makes me wobbly on my feet. His strong arms encircle my waist to keep me from falling. A thousand thrills of excitement shoot through me. His scent. His body. His voice. I want them all over me. Marking me as his. The thought alarms me. This is definitely drunk me running with these thoughts. Sober me knows she has a boyfriend. Miles doesn’t let me go right away. His palm is splayed on my lower stomach and his erection pokes against me. His massive erection. Do I turn him on? I wiggle my ass against him causing him to hiss out a string of curse words. He releases me but then grabs my wrist. I’m pulled through the club past my friends. I quickly tell River I’ve been busted but that Miles will take me home. As we walk down the stairwell, I start babbling. “I’m a ten. My sexual number is a ten. Like…what does that even mean? I think it must be a good thing because I’m pretty sure I was being propositioned for a threesome with an old married couple.” “You’re not a ten,” Miles grunts. “Yes I am,” I argue, my lips forming a pout. “I wanted all of those things.” “You don’t know what you want,” he snaps. “You can’t handle that shit.” His palm lights a fire on my lower back where he touches me. Between the booze and the music and the sexy-as-hell club, I’m burning up from the inside out. I replay the words he said to me when he caught me up here, wandering around like a lost puppy. You don’t belong here, damsel.

I’d been tongue-tied and flustered. I allowed my boyfriend’s dad to lead me away from my friends. Hell, I’d probably let him lead me anywhere. That thought alarms me. “Please don’t take me home,” I say as soon as we exit the club and the chilly fall air whips around me. He stops and runs his fingers through his dark brown hair. The way he styles it makes it look like he crawled right out of bed after a wild fuck session. His hair turns me on. It’s disgusting. Not his hair…me. I’m dating his son but every time I see this man, my panties are wet and I can’t seem to form words. It’s embarrassing. “Where would you rather go?” he demands, irritation flickering over his features. He retrieves a cigarette from his front pocket and lights it. I try not to focus on how goodlooking he is. Tall. Solid. Wild. I frown and wave off the smoke. “You shouldn’t smoke.” He smirks before taking a drag. “I don’t smoke. And you shouldn’t be going to sex clubs when you have a boyfriend.” Shame washes over me but I refuse to let him win. “You are smoking, Mr. Reynolds.” He flicks the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. “I’m not smoking, damsel. And I told you to call me Miles.” “Why do you call me that? Damsel. You called me that right after I met you too.” His head tilts up to the sky and he utters a curse word under his breath before shrugging out of his black jacket. I blink in shock when he drapes it over my shoulders. “I call you that because you’re always in distress. I’m always having to save you.” I scoff. “I wasn’t in trouble tonight.” “Not yet, but I saw at least three men who looked as though they wanted to slip something into your drink and have their way with you. And you’re practically bragging about being propositioned for a threesome.” “So you’re my hero?” I laugh and shake my head. He growls and I swear it does something to my soul. Taints and tarnishes it. Infects it. With him. “I’m the motherfucking villain, baby girl.” He points toward the parking lot. “Now get your sweet little ass in my car so I can get you the hell out of here.” I cross my arms over my chest and scowl. “I’m not going home.” A grumble of frustration escapes him. And then he charges. My boyfriend’s dad squats before hefting me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he storms through the parking lot. When I start beating my fists on his ass, he slaps mine. Miles Reynolds just slapped my ass! “Caleb ought to learn how to keep his girlfriend in line,” he grumbles to himself, before setting me back to my feet in front of his sexy red Audi. I right myself and adjust my too-short dress. “Excuse me?” I hiss and poke at his hard

chest. “Nobody keeps me in line.” He grips my wrist before bringing his nose inches from mine. “Somebody should. If you were mine, I’d chain you up and teach you how to behave.” I gape at him in shock. I want to ask him to explain. To elaborate on what he means. Would he put me in one of his sex rooms? I can’t help but rub my thighs together at the thought. “What are in those rooms?” He licks his lips in a seductive manner. “You can’t handle what’s in those rooms.” “Maybe Caleb will show me,” I challenge. He softens his features and gives me a sad smile. “I don’t think so, baby girl.” My bottom lip pouts out. “Because you won’t give him the key?” His brows furrow together. “He won’t be into it. Especially not with you. So just fucking forget it.” “I can’t just forget it,” I say, throwing my hands up in the air. Hot tears well in my eyes. “What’s wrong with me anyway?” He drops his gaze to my lips and curses again. “Nothing is wrong with you. In fact, too much is fucking right about you.” “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t Caleb want—” “I’m going to hell.” That’s the only form of warning I get before his giant palms slide into my hair and he pulls me to him. His beard scratches my lips, such a far cry from Caleb’s baby face, and he kisses me. Miles Reynolds is kissing me! He pushes his hot tongue into my mouth and it collides with my unsure one. I’ve kissed plenty of boys but never any men. He devours me. That’s the only way to describe his hungry kiss. Miles is a predator and I’m nothing but a little field mouse meant to be eaten. His fingers grip my hair and he tilts my head back. Hot breath tickles my lips as I stare into his molten chocolate eyes. Emotions I’ve never seen on a person flicker in his gaze. An all-consuming desire. Fiery need. A will to possess. “Caleb’s no good for you,” he mutters, his lips brushing against mine. I blink at him in confusion. “And you are?” At this, he laughs. Loud and boisterous. I’m confused when he pulls away. When he calms himself, he grips the back of his neck and shoots me a heated stare that sets my soul ablaze. “Damsel, I’m no good for you either.” His grin is wolfish and evil. “I told you I was the villain.” I just kissed my boyfriend’s dad. And he’s warned me he’s a bad man.

So why are butterflies taking flight in my chest? Why are my panties soaked with need?

Chapter Three Olivia Two months after kissing Miles and I still can’t get that night out of my head. I’ve been walking around in a confusing fog ever since. He avoids me at every turn which makes it easier to focus on my boyfriend so I can be happy. I am happy. I am happy. I am happy. “Why the long face, Liv?” Daddy scrutinizes me as he saws through his steak. I feel my lips pull into a fake smile. “I was just thinking,” I chirp. “How was work today?” He groans as he chews and shakes his head. After he swallows, he takes a sip of his red wine before grumbling, “Awful.” “Why, Daddy?” my sixteen-year old sister, Sophia, asks. His palm rubs at the back of his neck, something he does often when he’s stressed. Despite his age of fifty-one, Daddy is young looking. It’s obvious he’s appealing to many women because they all but throw themselves all over him everywhere we go. Everyone in this town knows our mother died when Soph and I were young and that Daddy is a single dad. But they also know he doesn’t date. Ever. My sister and I have probed him about it before but we always get shut down. “I sentenced a mother to eighteen months in jail. Drunk driving. It wasn’t her first offense,” he says with a sigh. Daddy, or Judge Maximillian Rowe, is our town’s most revered judge. He’s been practicing law for longer than I’ve been alive. “Sucks to be her,” Soph says. He frowns at her choice of words but begins cutting more of his steak up. “I thought you were going out with Caleb tonight.” I swallow down my unease and give him a tight smile. “He said something came up and he had to help his dad.” Daddy nods as if he approves. “I like Caleb. He’s a good boy. Better than some of those others you’ve dated in the past.” I pick at my food and attempt to hide my expression. If Daddy knew I made out with Caleb’s dad nearly two months ago, he’d be pissed. He’d probably try to have Miles arrested or something. Sophia and Daddy start talking about her upcoming softball game so I let my thoughts

drift to the man who’s somehow implanted himself permanently in my head. Tall. Dear God is he tall. And solid. So manly. “Caleb’s no good for you.” “And you are?” “Damsel, I’m no good for you either. I told you I was the villain.” He’d kissed me and it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. Even better than the kisses I share with his son. But it was wrong. Guilt consumes me as I recall what I’d done. Things only got more awkward that night when he dropped me off in front of my house and told me I should move on to see other people. It upset me because, despite the kiss with his dad, I’d thought things with Caleb were good. Caleb is funny and sweet and cute. And he’s good to me. Even if we don’t have sex anymore after the first time went south. My phone buzzes and I smile when I see that my best friend, River, has texted. She’s the big scandal at our school right now. Word got out she’s pregnant but nobody knows who the father is. Instead of trying to hide it, she struts around with no shame. God, I love that girl. I can’t go to the party. Everett said it was fine if I went but then his mom was feeling ill so we came over to see her instead. I feel bad. She’s not doing well. I scrunch my nose in confusion. What party? She pings back immediately. Caleb’s, dork. Whose party did you think? Caleb is helping his dad tonight. He isn’t having a party. Daddy and Soph are still chatting so I text Caleb. Hey. Miss you. He responds right away. Miss you too, babe. Dad has me helping him clean out the garage. Tomorrow let’s go see that movie with Jake and his cousin Alyssa. I let out a sigh and text River. He’s not having a party. They’re cleaning the garage. A few minutes later, she replies. I love you, girl…but someone tagged Caleb on Facebook. At. His. Party. A picture comes through and sure enough Caleb is leaned against the kitchen island talking to some of his guy friends.

“Liv, honey,” Daddy asks, “everything okay?” I blink to keep tears from forming. “River’s boyfriend’s mom is sick. She wants me to come over tonight and help out with her. Can I go, Daddy?” He smiles at me. “Of course, sweetheart. Make sure you’re home by one tomorrow. Soph has a game.” I finish eating and then deposit my plate into the sink. One of my favorite things about Fridays is dinner with our dad. No matter what’s going on in our lives, we try to make time to cook dinner together. Daddy is in charge of the grill while Soph and I handle the sides. He said he and Mom used to love to cook together before cancer stole her from us. It’s something we do to feel closer to her. I bound upstairs to pack a bag. I’m not sure why Caleb is lying to me. It hurts my feelings though. What if he knows I kissed his dad? Unease skitters down my spine as I toss some clothes into a backpack. It doesn’t take long to pack and then I’m frowning at my jeans and T-shirt. If Caleb does know, I need to distract him. I’ll explain to him that it was nothing. Something silly. A mistake. But was it? I ignore the stupid thought and walk into my large closet. It’s cool outside so I opt for an off the shoulder sweater dress. I pair it with some black knee-high boots and a funky teal belt. The material is tight over my breasts. Caleb will have a hard time keeping his eyes off my chest. Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of their massive home. Sure enough, cars line the streets. He had to have known I’d find out about this party. What if it’s his dad’s party? That makes a little more sense. But if that’s the case, I’m going to look really stupid just showing up. I sit in my car for a few moments before I make the decision. I’m going in. With a huff, I abandon my car and leave everything but my key fob inside. I storm across the lawn and pass two kids we go to school with who are smoking weed. Irritation floods through me. This is not his dad’s party. I push through the front door. People are everywhere. All of them are people we know from school. A quick scan tells me he’s not here. Tears are threatening as I stomp up the stairs. When Caleb has parties, the second floor is off limits. It’s quiet but something tells me I’ll find him there. I’m headed for his room when someone steps out into the hallway. I smell him before I see him. Miles Reynolds. “Party’s downstairs,” he says in a husky voice. I dart my eyes to his dark ones and frown. “Evidently, I wasn’t invited.”

Shock morphs his features. “Is that so?” My lip wobbles and I bite it to keep from crying. His sharp gaze is watching my mouth and his nostrils flare. “Yeah.” I look down at my feet. “Maybe he knows about our kiss.” His finger touches under my chin and he lifts it to meet my gaze. The hardness in his eyes has softened. “He doesn’t know.” “Then why didn’t he invite me?” I question, my voice a mere whisper. He runs his fingers through his messy hair and closes his eyes as if he’s mentally struggling with something. “I have an idea.” Guilt flashes across his features. “Is he with a girl?” I bite out. His brows furl together. “Olivia…” But I hear it in his voice. Caleb is with a girl right now. God, I am so stupid. “Oh my God,” I cry out as I push past him. His strong grip snags my bicep. “Don’t.” I glare at him over my shoulder. “I need to see for myself. Please let me go.” He drops my arm and I bolt down the hallway. His footsteps are heavy behind me as I make a beeline to Caleb’s room. When I near his door, Miles hangs back and rests his shoulder against the wall. I catch myself staring at him for a long moment. The suit he’s wearing seems as if it were made just for him. It hugs him in the shoulders and biceps but is tailored to fit his body perfectly. He almost looks silly—a wild man trying to be contained by a suit. One day, he’ll rip right through the suit when his animal is set free. I shiver and turn back to the door. I’m about to knock but then I decide I’m going to catch him with this girl. So help me if it’s Lacy— When I shove it open, I’m not fully prepared for what I see. Sex. Loud and rough. Jake’s ass flexes as he thrusts into Caleb from behind. They’re both so into it that they don’t notice me gaping at them. I’m frozen in horror. Miles grabs my wrist and pulls me from the room closing the door behind us. “Olivia—” I burst into tears and take off running down the hall. I just want to hide away to sort out what I just saw. My boyfriend is cheating on me with Jake. Each door I try is locked. I eventually find a door that opens and push through it. The room is dark and I fumble my way over to the bed before flinging myself on it. I curl up into a ball and cry. Light shines in from the hallway but it soon darkens when the door is closed. Footsteps near me but I ignore who they belong to. I let out a squeak when the bed dips and a giant man pulls me against his chest. His kindness makes me sob harder. “I’m sorry,” Miles murmurs, his fingers stroking through my hair. “I didn’t want you to see that. But…” He sighs. “You needed to.”

“How long has he been cheating on me?” I demand through my tears. He pulls me tight against his chest. Miles Reynolds smells good—too good. I’m probably ruining his fancy suit with my snot and tears. “Long enough.” “Before or after our kiss?” His body stiffens. “Before.” “You knew and didn’t tell me?” I screech and attempt to wriggle away. He grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed as his weight shifts on top of mine. In the dark, I can’t see him but I feel every hard inch of him. “It wasn’t my place,” he rumbles. The sound reverberates to my core. “Olivia, I’m sorry.” His lips press against my cheek near my mouth. A quiet sob escapes me but is quickly silenced by his soft kiss. The wiry hairs of his beard scratch along my chin as he peppers kisses all over my mouth. “I should have told you,” he murmurs. “I wanted to tell you.” I part my lips because his mouth on mine feels good and I want him to kiss away the betrayal. His hands release my wrists and his kiss deepens. I moan when his tongue dances with mine. He cradles my cheek with his palm, his thumb rubbing back and forth along my flesh in a comforting manner. “Jesus, Olivia,” he murmurs against my mouth before he nips at my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t be kissing you in my bed.” I run my fingers through his hair. So soft. “Why not?” “Because you’re my son’s girlfriend and—” “Ex-girlfriend,” I spit, a tremor of fury rippling through me. He slides off me and soon light from the lamp floods the room. Indecision flickers across his features. I swipe my tears away and sit up. “Tell me about your rooms. The locked ones.” His eyes widen and a smile tugs at his lips. “No.” “Why not?” I argue, my anger squashing away my sadness. “Because you’re just a little girl who can’t handle that shit.” I glare at him. “Show me.” “No.” “Then take me to your club.” “No.” “Pussy.”

Chapter Four Miles This girl. She’s been fucking with my head from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her tits are distracting as hell, that’s for damn sure. But it’s her mouth that steals my attention every time. When she’s smiling, it’s hot. When she’s running her pretty little mouth, it’s hot. Hell, it’s even hot when that fat bottom lip is trembling with sadness. “Olivia.” I like saying her name. I like how it rolls off my tongue and caresses her. “What’s wrong with me?” The fire in her green eyes dims and she picks at her nail. I run my fingers through my hair and crack my neck. My buddy Drew would thump me upside the head if he were here right now. He hates when I do that shit. “Nothing is wrong with you.” She lifts her chin. “How do I sign up?” “Sign up for what?” “Your club. The fetish rooms. The dating part of it. Whatever,” she huffs. “I want in. The guy said I was a ten. Ten is good.” She has no fucking idea how good a ten is. It means she’s up for anything. And fuck if I don’t want to go exploring right down that list with her. “If you don’t take me, I’ll go by myself,” she challenges. The very idea of her waltzing through Club Orj-E, unsure and alone, like she did that night a couple of months ago has me seeing red. I’d seen how those men watched her every move. Some fucker would snag her up and have his dick inside of her before she knew what was happening. Over my dead body. “Absolutely fucking not.” “Miles,” she pleads. The sweet sound makes my cock ache. I grit my teeth and shake my head. “You need to find another boy and move on with your life.” “I’m not innocent,” she murmurs. Her green eyes darken. “I have urges.” My cock strains against my slacks. “Stop talking, damsel.” “Or what, villain?” she taunts. “You’ll teach me a lesson?” Light blazes in her eyes and it’s fucking beautiful. Why, oh why, is my son’s girlfriend tempting me? “You can’t handle my lessons,” I bite out. That’s the fucking truth. The things I would do to her are sinful and shameful. I’d break her.

She sits up on her knees and cocks her head to the side. “There’s something wrong with me. I can’t get off during normal sex. When I look at porn, I can’t look at vanilla. I get turned on by the bad stuff.” She bites her lips and her cheeks redden as if she’s ashamed. Sweet girl doesn’t know that she’s a walking dream come true. “Olivia,” I plead. Once I cross the line with her, I won’t know how to stop. She’s practically dragging me across it. “I…” she trails off and her nose scrunches. “I have fantasies about being held down.” A possessive, animalistic sound tears through me as I place my palms on the bed and lean toward her. “You tell the wrong person that shit and they’ll hurt you.” She’s so fucking innocent. They’ll corrupt and hurt her. “I think I want to be hurt,” she breathes, her wide green eyes locked on mine. “Not by those people,” I seethe, barely containing my rage at the thought of other men taking advantage of her. “Will you hurt me then?” I close my eyes because I’m seconds away from mauling this sweet girl. My dick is hard and straining against my slacks. No matter how hard I’ve tried over the past couple of months, I can’t seem to get her out of my head. I’ve tried to fuck her out of my system with other women but nobody measures up to her. I’m fucking obsessed. “Miles,” she whispers, her fingers tentatively touching my beard. When I reopen my eyes, she’s inches away from my face. Her scent invades me. Taunts me. Teases the fuck out of me. “You have to stop,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. I’m barely hanging on by a thread. Her fingers leave my face and she unbuckles her belt around her waist. She tosses it off the bed and then reaches for the hem of her dress. I glare at her while watching her movements like a hawk. The dress gets slowly peeled away. A simple nude bra and panty set is all that stands between me and all of her. “Olivia, sweetheart,” I say in a deadly tone. “You have to stop. I’ll destroy you.” Her green eyes flicker at the threat. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look turned on. The minx reaches behind her to unhook her bra. As soon as it falls to the bed, I let out a groan of pleasure. Her tits are fucking perfect—round, tight, sweet bitable pink nipples. I’ve been with plenty of women, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had such young tits within kissing distance. I’m going to ruin her. If I touch her, I’ll ruin the way she views sex. I like it rough and wild and dangerous. No sweet sex for me.

* * * Olivia Rowe, my son’s girlfriend, won’t survive one night with me. “I think…” she trails off and frowns. “I think I want you to hold my mouth so I don’t scream. I want you to…to pin me down and fuck me hard.” Jesus Christ. “Olivia,” I plead again, my voice hardly more than a whisper. She swallows and inches her panties down her thighs. As soon as her smooth pussy comes into view, I know I’m a goner. Her pussy is probably so tight it’ll strangle my cock. The thought of being balls deep inside her is enough to nearly have me coming in my pants. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper. My arms are shaking. I’ve kept my palms firmly planted on the bed but I’m overcome with the need to touch her. She brings her slender arms to her ample chest to cover herself as she frowns. “Do you not want me?” I stand upright and grab her wrists. Pulling her arms away so I can see her pretty tits again, I shake my head. “Damsel, I want you so bad it’s criminal. The things I want to do…” “So do them.” I lean forward and press a kiss to her breastbone just between the top of her full tits. Her heart races in her chest and I know it matches the cadence of my own. My lips have a mind of their own and what starts as a sweet peck quickly evolves. I kiss her soft flesh with my tongue and lips, much like I did when we kissed. The need to devour and claim her is overwhelming. “These tits, goddammit,” I utter and tug at her breast with my teeth. She moans and her fingers latch onto my hair. I slide my tongue along her skin until I find her pebbled nipple. My mouth surrounds it and I suck hard enough to have her crying out. Instead of moving away like a smart girl would, she pulls me closer. “Miles,” she breathes, her voice sweet as honey. Fuck. I need her. All of her. My palms agree and my hands are soon roaming all over her curvy body. When my fingers slip to her smooth pussy, she whimpers. I rub her clit with my longest finger while I nip at her perfect breasts. Strangled cries of pleasure escape her. Her body responds like a beautiful instrument—playing only for me. With every breath, every wiggle, every moan, I quickly learn what she likes. It doesn’t take but a minute of stroking her before she comes with a hard shudder. I love the way her entire body quakes with pleasure. So fucking responsive.

“Ahh,” I murmur, my finger sliding past her clit to her drenched opening. “You liked that. Didn’t you?” She nods and quivers in anticipation. “I want to hear you. If we’re going to do this, I need to know you’re with me every step of the way.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is wrong on so many levels and yet I’m dying to do it anyway. “I want you to put your finger inside me,” she whispers. “Please.” My gaze darts to her hooded one. “You don’t have to ask so sweetly, damsel. I want you to demand what you want. I’ll give it to you. Whatever it is.” “I…” she trails off and looks ashamed. “I want you to finger me but I also want you to bite me again.” I push my finger deep inside her, reveling in how wet she is for me. Her breath hitches the moment I bite her breast again. The sounds coming from her are so fucking erotic as I finger her tight cunt. I’m amazed at how her perfect body seems to squeeze my finger. She’s going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. “This,” I say as I graze the tip of my finger against the nub within her, “is your G-spot.” “Ohhh.” Her moan is one of straight up pleasure as I rub that pleasure spot within her. Once I get her worked up there, I slide my thumb back to her clit. Simultaneously, I rub both spots at once. My sweet girl comes unglued. “Oh, God!” “That’s it,” I urge. “Come all over my fingers, beautiful.” Her body jolts and seizes as her fingernails just about draw blood from my shoulders. I find her throat so I can suck on her creamy flesh. She comes hard with another shriek. I love how fucking noisy she is. I can’t wait to make her scream when my cock is buried deep inside her. I leave my finger inside her, enjoying the way her cunt grips it with aftershocks from her orgasm. My lips find her earlobe and I tug on it with my teeth. “I don’t know if you can handle me.” Her pussy clenches around my finger. “I like the idea of you being too much for me,” she breathes, her voice ragged. “I like feeling powerless while you take pleasure I didn’t know existed from me.” So my girl—fuck yeah she’s mine—likes to talk dirty. I slide my finger from her and poke her flat stomach with it. “We should have some boundaries,” I utter as I push away from her. “Otherwise, I’m going to get carried away and I’ll hurt you.” Defiance glitters in her green eyes. “I can take it.”

My cock twitches at that thought—the idea of her enjoying the same twisted shit I do. “You can’t. Trust me.”

Chapter Five Olivia I’m still trembling from the back-to-back orgasms he gave me but anger is rising in my chest. Miles still sees me as if I’m this dumb child that doesn’t know what she wants. I’ve scoured the internet. I know exactly what I want. I’m just not brave enough to voice it aloud. Ignoring his words, I reach forward and start unbuttoning his dress shirt. His heated gaze burns through me but I keep my focus on my task. Once I’ve opened his hard tattooed chest to me, I shove the material off his shoulders so I can fully view his naked chest. Good God. This chest is nothing like his son’s lean one. Hard lines and curves, colored with detailed ink, are a work of art before me. This man’s strength and beauty are almost too much. I could stare at him all day. My gaze falls to the seriously gigantic bulge in his slacks. He’s going to put that thing inside of me. It’s probably going to hurt. Another thrill shoots through me. When I reach for the buckle on his slacks, his strong hand grips my wrist. “Olivia…” His eyes have darkened to nearly black. Lust is prevalent in his gaze. He wants to devour me. I want it too. His teeth are already something I’ve come to enjoy. I want to know what it feels like for him to bite me everywhere. “Once we start…” he trails off again. I meet his stare with a firm one of my own. “I don’t want you to stop.” His nostrils flare when I start unbuckling him. This time, he doesn’t try and prevent me from getting to my prize. The moment I have his pants undone, they fall to the floor heavily. I’m elated to discover he’s not wearing any underwear. “If you want a code word,” I say, my words thick with lust. “We’ll have a code word.” I grip his thick erection and silently fret upon realizing I can’t fully wrap my hand around him. I’d felt how big he was but I didn’t understand how big until now. “Scared, little girl?” he challenges. “Afraid I’ll hurt you?” Heat radiates from him. Heat for me. “I already told you that’s exactly what I want.” He gives my shoulders a slight push and I fall back onto the bed. His gaze is predatory as he steps out of his pants, peels off his socks, and then yanks open the drawer to his end table. I’m fixated on his sculpted ass that flexes as he bends. God, he’s so beautiful.

With the whole beard thing going on, he’s every bit a Greek god like we learned about in school. He retrieves a condom from the drawer and tosses it on the bed beside me. Then, his hand strikes out as he grabs my panties at my knees. With a torturing slowness, he takes his time dragging them off me. Instead of tossing them away, he brings them to his nose and inhales. His lips curl into a wicked smile before he tosses them on my chest. “Put them in your mouth.” I squeak out in surprise. “What?” “Put the pretty panties in your mouth, brave girl,” he orders. “You may not be afraid of me hurting you but you’re still going to scream. The last thing I need is for Caleb to come down here and find out what his dad is doing to his precious girlfriend.” Fury surges through me. “Ex.” His gaze softens. “Ex.” I snag the panties and obey him, pushing the lacy fabric into my mouth. It feels dirty but I’m turned on by having him be so commanding. With wide eyes, I watch him as he peels the foil on the condom and rolls the rubber onto his massive cock. “I don’t fuck sweet, damsel,” he says, his brows pulled together in an almost apologetic frown. “Nothing about this will be sweet.” I nod my understanding because I do understand. If I wanted sweet, I’d go find another boy like Caleb. Turns out, I’m more of a sour kind of girl. “This first time,” he murmurs as he climbs onto the bed and urges my knees apart. “I want to just enjoy you. Then we’ll talk about your needs more. If at any time I lose control and go too far, you have to tell me.” His gaze darkens further and he runs his fingers through his hair. “Promise me you’ll tell me.” I nod again and shiver. He licks his bottom lip in an erotic way that has my core throbbing. “I love how fearful you look right now.” His palm slides up my stomach and he lazily cups my breast. “The unknown can be such a beautiful thing.” That’s for damn sure. “Grab your knees and show me how wet your cunt is,” he orders. “I need to have a good look at what’s mine.” Another chill washes over me. My legs quiver in anticipation but I manage to grip my knees and shamelessly open myself up to him. He drinks me up with one appreciative glance. “Baby,” he murmurs, his knuckle running along my clit, causing me to shudder, “I’m going to tear this pussy up. I’m going to hurt you.”

But he’s not hurting me. He’s driving me insane with need with his dirty words and expert touches. I’m about to spit the panties out and tell him to hurry up when he leans over me, his palm resting on the bed beside my head. Using his other hand, he teases my opening with the tip of his hard cock. We both look down between us as he begins pushing his thickness into me. Sex with Caleb hurt a little but his cock wasn’t thick like this. This cock hurts more than a little. He’s stretching me to the point of pain. I start to squirm and wriggle away but a strong hand finds my throat. “You’re going to take every inch of it,” he instructs, his brown eyes wild and untamed. “If you need to scream, you fucking scream around the panties. But this pussy is mine. Got it?” I nod and my nostrils flare as I exhale heavily. He goes slow but my body resists. I’m wet though which helps him slide in easier. I’ve played with dildos long before Caleb and I were ever intimate so my body wasn’t completely foreign to having something inserted inside me. But this? He shames all of my dildos with his thick cock. “Ahhh,” I cry out through the lace. He stills and runs his thumb along my throat. “You okay?” I nod again. His grip tightens on my throat making it harder to breathe. Our eyes remain locked. Despite him now slowly pumping in and out of me and his grip on my neck, I can see how he scrutinizes me for any signs of needing to back out. The small sliver of concern mixed in with the lust swimming in his gaze is enough to have me relaxing. I trust that he’ll take care of me. The moment I relax, he starts sliding in easier. “That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Such a good girl.” I melt under his praise and run my fingers through his soft brown hair. His eyes close as if he’s enjoying my touch. The thrusting of his hips intensifies. I’ve never felt so fully consumed by someone before. Miles fills me to the brink and then some. But he also seems to cloak me with his scent and overpowering presence. I get lost in his animalistic grunts and uneven movements. He’s claiming me. I feel it down to my toes. “Fuck,” he hisses, his grip tightening around my throat. “So goddamned beautiful.” I’m blissed out to the max—or so I thought—until he reaches between us with his free hand. The pressure intensifies on my throat as he rests his weight on me but my attention is dragged to the way he rubs at my clit as he drives into me. Pain inside.

Pleasure on the outside. * * * I’m completely torn in a million different directions as he obliterates me. When my orgasm quakes through me, sudden and fierce, I black out. The sensation is intense and overwhelming. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Flying or falling. All I know is that he’s got me and I’m loving every second of it. He grunts and his entire body stiffens. The grip on my throat disappears as his cock throbs out its release. Then his mouth is on my face. Kissing me softly over and over again. I didn’t realize I’d gone limp on him but I can’t find the strength to lift my hands up again to touch his face. The panties get torn from my mouth and soon his tongue replaces them. His kiss is powerful and demanding. It isn’t a kiss we share, it’s a kiss he owns. With shaky hands, I manage to lift them to cup his bearded cheeks. He pulls slightly away and rubs his nose against mine before resting his forehead on mine. His cock has softened some but he hasn’t pulled out yet. “This is bad, damsel.” I stiffen and my voice shakes when I ask, “Why?” His lips brush against mine and that growl I love so much from him rumbles against my chest. “Because I can’t just fuck and run. I’ve barely had a taste and I’m already dying for more.” At this, I smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He lets out a dark chuckle. “Olivia, I fucked you sweet today despite my warning that I wouldn’t. Now, I can’t get all these thoughts out of my head. The things I want to do to you. You’ve awakened my beast.” Something about the idea of him being feral and attacking me has delicious shivers coursing through me. “So, maul me, villain.” His cock twitches inside of me and the sensation is weird as he begins to harden again. I feel raw and exhausted. And yet… I want him to drain every ounce of energy from me. To steal all the pleasure my body has to give. To claim me over and over again until I can’t move. “Last chance to back out,” he murmurs, his mouth trailing kisses to my neck. The wiry hairs of his beard tickle and scratch me but his hot breath against my ear drives me wild with need. “Back out?” I question, my voice slightly hoarse from his erotic choking. “If that was a tease at what’s to come, I’m ready to sign up.” His cock slides out and I almost feel like the rawness is worse without him there. A dull

throbbing begins to take over in his absence. “Let me bathe you and then I want your pretty mouth all over my cock so I don’t do something stupid like take your ass,” he grunts, his gaze predatory as he slides off the bed. Those words of his should scare me but a thrill shoots through me instead. “You’d be my first,” I drawl and bat my lashes to tempt him. Smearing steak all over your body in front of a lion promises only one thing. You’re going to get eaten by the lion. “Oh, damsel,” he snarls, his voice almost furious. Decadent and dark and delicious. “I can save you from all of them. But who the fuck is going to save you—” he waves his arms around as if to gesture to the world before slapping his hard chest “—from me?” I sit up on my elbows and challenge him with an arched brow. “Who said I wanted to be saved, villain?”

Chapter Six Miles I wake to the sounds of guys laughing outside my door. As soon as I realize it’s Caleb and that friend Jake of his, I stiffen. Olivia sleeps soundly draped across my chest. Carefully, I drag the sheets up the bed to cover her up in case they decide to pop in. Last night was beyond fucking amazing. This girl took cock like a champ. She’d begged for me to do all this shit to her. Shit I’d been chomping at the bit to do. I close my eyes as I recall how tight her perfect cunt had been. I’d nearly come the moment I pushed inside her. The women I usually share my bed with are experienced and older. I can’t even remember the last time I had pussy this good. And then, later after our shower, she put those plump lips to good use and sucked my cock like she’d been practicing all her life. That surprised me. I hadn’t expected to blow my load so suddenly down her accepting throat. Why the fuck Caleb would let this pretty little thing go is beyond me. I mean, I get it, he was never into her in the first place. But I still have a hard time understanding how someone could use Olivia and then let her go. She’s perfect. Owning a sex club, you become open to lots of things. Homosexuality is one of those things. I’m not upset my son found what makes him happy. What I am upset about is the fact that he’s been stringing Oliva along as a cover. That’s exactly what she is. A goddamned cover so the kids from his school don’t know he’s into guys. I wish he’d man up and own that shit. I also wonder if he’ll man up and tell her about cheating on her with Jake. As if my thoughts are heard, my bedroom door creaks open. “Oh, crap,” Caleb murmurs upon seeing the lump under the covers. “Didn’t know you had a chick over.” “It’s fine,” I grumble. “What’s up?” “There are still a ton of people here that stayed over last night. Jake and I are going to go grab donuts for everyone. Want anything?” he asks. My son is smiling and it reaches his eyes. He’s happy. Normally, that would make me happy too. I just hate that it’s at Olivia’s expense. “Coffee. I need coffee.” He gives me a nod and a wave before closing the door. Once their voices can no longer be heard, Olivia speaks. “He didn’t know it was me,” she whispers, her hot breath tickling my chest. “What are you going to do?”

She sits up and the sheets fall away. Her brown hair is messy and she looks cute as fuck all sleepy-eyed. My gaze drops to her gorgeous tits for a lingering moment. “I want him to confess,” she murmurs, her throat bobbing as she swallows. I scrub my palm across my face. “And what if he doesn’t?” I doubt he will either. He’s all for this charade they have going on. It protects him. I get it. But it still doesn’t mean it’s fair. “Then we’ll keep playing this game.” She purses her lips and her nostrils flare with anger. “He’s going to flip his shit when he finds out we fucked.” I wince just thinking about seeing the look of betrayal on his face. “Fucking.” She lifts her chin and straddles my waist. “He’s going to flip his shit when he finds out we’re fucking.” My dick throbs to life at her words. This young little vixen takes control as she grabs my cock and eases her body down over it. Her pussy is dry and resistant. I’ll fix that right the fuck up. Reaching between her parted thighs, I massage her clit with my thumb. She bites on her lip as she stares at me. “That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.” Her hips start to rock against my thumb, meeting the movements eagerly. My dick is barely inside her but each time she rolls her hips, I feel her sliding further down my length. “Feels good,” she breathes, her palms finding her breasts. I’m fixated on the way she touches herself—the way her thumbs run over her nipples, hardening them instantly. She wriggles just enough that she fully seats herself on my dick. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding to drive away the need to blow my load right away. This careless girl is on my dick bare and goddamn does it feel good. But she’s being stupid. She knows nothing about me. “Did your daddy never teach you about safe sex?” I question, my voice hard. Her brows scrunch together and her lashes bat rapidly against her cheeks. “Huh?” “You’re on my cock bare, baby.” “I’ve only ever been with Caleb and he wore a condom,” she says primly. I pinch her clit, causing her to yelp. My free hand digs into her hips so I can guide her movements. “But what about me? You know nothing about me.” She parts her mouth and stills. “Oh.” I give her a tender smile. “I’m clean. I don’t fuck without a condom. At least not until today,” I grunt. “Are you on the pill?” She nods her head. “I am but sometimes I forget to take them.”

Pinching her clit again, I level her with a hard glare. “Remember to take them. I’ll fuck you just like this but remember to take the damn pills.” Her eyes close and she nods rapidly. I groan when her thighs start shaking as her orgasm nears. Until I make sure she takes the pills, I should pull out and jizz all over her belly. But, fuck, she feels good. “Yes,” she murmurs as she leans forward, her fingernails clawing at my chest. “Yes.” I buck my hips up brutally while taking care of her clit until she’s screaming my name. Hearing my name on this young thing’s lips has me spurting my release inside her without warning. My cock throbs as I drain the rest of my climax into her. God that was hot. I could fuck this girl every day. She’s so innocent and trusting. * * * “I should go before he gets back,” she says, sadness leaking into her voice. Sliding my arms around her, I hug her to me until our chests are pressed together tight. I stroke her messy brown hair until she relaxes fully. My come leaks out of her body, drenching me in the process. The last woman I came in was my wife. “I’ll call you later, damsel,” I assure her. “I’m not done with you yet.” She lifts up and beams at me. This girl is a fucking knockout but when she smiles, she’s unlike any beauty I’ve ever seen. “Then you’ll show me more?” Truth be told, I don’t think she can handle my kinky ass. But I placate her and nod. “Lots more.” “Will you be at the track meet on Sunday?” she asks as she slowly lifts her body off mine. My flaccid cock flops against my lower belly, making a wet obscene sound. “I’d planned on it. Caleb is going to be running in several events.” She strides toward the bathroom and I get a great view of her tight, rounded ass. Her long brown hair hangs halfway down her pale back, creating a stark contrast. I feel like a goddamned old man robbing the cradle. I never claimed to be a saint though. I’m a motherfucking villain. * * * “I fucked up, Drew.” Sweat is pouring down my face. I drop the weights to the mat and grunt. He stops doing a curl and watching his fucking

bicep like it’s going to grow before his very eyes to regard me with a lifted brow. “How?” Running my fingers through my sweaty hair, I shrug in frustration. “I fucked Olivia last night. Let her suck my dick too. Then this morning she rode me like it was her job.” He gapes at me. “Little Olivia? As in Caleb’s girlfriend?” He doesn’t hide his disappointment, which grates on my nerves. Drew is a good guy. He’s not a fucking monster like I am. “She caught him with someone else,” I grumble. I’m not divulging Caleb’s secrets. That’s his story to tell. “Came to me distraught as hell.” “So you comforted her by putting your dick inside her?” he demands, a slight edge to his voice. “She’s a teenager, man.” “Eighteen,” I correct. “I know. I told you I fucked up. When I had her in my arms, I didn’t think about the consequences. I just went with it.” He stands and swipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “You know you have to end it, right? If he cheated on her or not won’t matter once he finds out his dad is fucking his girlfriend.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “That’s what’s fucked up. Olivia wants to wait him out. She wants him to confess.” “And in the meantime, you guys are just going to fuck with him in the other room?” he demands, his voice rising. “No,” I grunt. “Shit. I don’t know.” “End it,” he says firmly. “You have to end this before it gets messy. Teenage girls are complicated. Way too complicated for your simple ass.” I cross my arms over my chest and level him with a glare. “I fucked her bare.” “You what?” he roars, his head darting around the gym making sure nobody heard. “It’s fine,” I argue, my teeth gritting together. “It won’t happen again.” “Look,” he huffs. “I can’t tell you what to do because you’re a grown-ass man. But dude, this girl is going to destroy your world if you’re not careful. She comes with too much baggage. Are you willing to sacrifice your relationship with Caleb to poke his bigtitted girlfriend?” I shove him away from me. “Don’t talk about her like that.” He shakes his head. “Don’t talk about what? The fact that you’re risking everything by getting your dick wet in some teenage skank?” This time, I shove him so hard he lands with a thud on the mat. “Don’t fucking disrespect her like that or I’ll put my fist through your goddamned nose.” He shakes his head and bounces to his feet. “You’re losing it. One night with the girl and you’ve lost your damn mind. When this all blows up in your face, I’ll be the first to tell you I told you so.” He stalks away toward the locker room, leaving me to feel like a

big asshole for shoving my best friend. Drew’s right. I’m losing my fucking mind over her. This can’t be good. Last woman to captivate me this hard right off the bat was Leigh. Look how that turned out. With a sigh of frustration, I trot toward the locker room for a shower and an apology ready on my tongue. I have to get control over myself or I’m going to fuck my life up somehow. Caleb is my son and he’s the only thing that matters. So why do I have a hard time convincing myself of that? Green eyes. Plump lips. Huge tits. Legs for days. Jesus, Olivia, why do you have to be so fucking perfect?

Chapter Seven Olivia The hard metal seat on the bleachers makes my sore sex throb. I shift uncomfortably beside Daddy, who is none the wiser. Earlier, I’d come home and showered. After a long nap, I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before twisting my unruly hair into a bun. I’d rather be anywhere than Sophia’s game but Daddy is a stickler when it comes to supporting family. Just like tomorrow, I know he’ll be there with Soph watching me at my track meet. “Her coach is running her too hard each week. I can tell she’s fatigued,” he grumbles, fretting over his baby girl. “Who? Soph? That girl loves a challenge.” That’s the truth. She’s the best one on their team. My phone buzzes which causes my heart to flutter. I’m oddly disappointed when it’s Caleb. Hey, babe. Dad’s having some friends over tonight. Wondered if you wanted to come over. I’ll be bored with all those old people. At the mention of Miles, my nipples harden. Did you guys have fun cleaning out the garage? His response is immediate. I’m hurt when it’s a big fat lie. Lots of fun. But now I can spend time with my favorite girl. Tears well in my eyes at his betrayal but I blink them away. “Is that Caleb?” Daddy asks as he nosily reads over my shoulder. “I don’t mind if you have dinner with them. Just get home early enough that you get rested before your meet.” I flash Daddy a sweet smile but it’s as fake as Caleb’s words. “Thanks.” He pats my thigh and then starts clapping for Sophia when she hits the ball earning her an easy shot to first base. I’ll be there. What time? Seven. Don’t forget to bring your swimsuit. I miss you, baby. I wince but don’t reply. When my phone buzzes again, it’s an unknown number. I’ve done some thinking…maybe we shouldn’t see each other. The crowd cheers when Sophia steals second base but my attention is on Miles. Something changed since I rode your cock this morning? I delete both texts quickly before Daddy sees.

Goddammit. I ought to put you over my knee and whip your pretty little ass for that comment. My core immediately throbs for him. Don’t tease if you can’t deliver. I can deliver, damsel. I will deliver. I’m smirking in triumph as I delete the messages. The crowd goes wild when my sister goes to steal third. As she nears the base, the ball is thrown to the third baseman. The girl catches it but then her foot wobbles and she falls. It all happens in slow motion. The fall. The crack. The scream. Daddy is already out of his seat and tearing off toward the dugout. Soph is wailing as she clutches her hip. The coaches from both teams surround where my sister writhes in the dirt. “That looks terrible,” one of the moms from the team cries out. My heart thunders in my chest when Soph’s head coach hollers for someone to call an ambulance. * * * “Your hip wasn’t broken. It was simply dislocated,” Daddy assures my groggy sister. She blinks at him in confusion as she wakes up. “Bad news is you have a pretty nasty tear on your hamstring. The doctor wants to see if it will heal up on its own before considering surgery.” Unshed tears glisten in Soph’s eyes. “What about the scouts coming to next week’s game?” Daddy glances over at me and heartbreak is written all over his face. “Baby girl, you’re out for the entire season.” My sister starts to cry and Daddy asks me to go fetch a Snickers for her from the vending machine to cheer her up. I can’t ignore the ache of sympathy in my chest I feel for Soph. If she’s out for the season, her chances for getting a scholarship fly out the window. I’m staring at the vending machine when someone taps me on the shoulder. “Mind if I squeeze in and grab a package of Oreos?” a familiar female voice asks. “I’ve had one helluva day.” I turn to see Ava Prince from my French class smiling at me. Her eyes are bloodshot and her black rimmed glasses are sitting on top of her head, versus perched at the end of her nose. “Yeah,” I say absently. “Go ahead. Is everything okay?”

She shrugs and her bottom lip wobbles. “I just told my mom about the French trip this summer to Paris. She’s an ER nurse here.” “Oh, yeah. Daddy just sent the school my final payment so I can go. Are you going?” She sniffles. “I wanted to. At the beginning of the year, Mom said she’d have the money. That she’d been saving it this whole time. When I asked her about it, she told me she used the money to fix the engine on our car. So now I can’t go.” I feel bad because Ava is the school nerd. She aces all of her classes—been that way since I first met her in the third grade when she moved here. Of all the people going on that trip, Ava is the most deserving. “What are you going to do?” “Madame Clare told me she could extend the deadline for a couple of months. I have to get a job. Know anyone who’s hiring and pays well?” She worries her lip between her teeth. I smile to calm her. “I’ll ask Daddy. He knows lots of rich lawyers. Maybe they have some bookkeeping slots or something open. Your number still the same?” She nods, relief making her stiff shoulders go slack. “Thank you. Anything could help. I really want to go.” Laughing, I shake my head. “Do you really want to spend five days with Gunnar Williams telling you every random fact about everything?” She cringes at the mention of the most obnoxious kid at our school. “Oh, God. But the Eiffel Tower. It’ll be worth his annoying stories.” I’m hardly convinced. We chat for a bit more as we buy our snacks. She gives me a quick hug before striding away. I’m still watching her when my phone buzzes in my pocket with an incoming call. I answer it without looking. “Hello?” The person on the other end doesn’t have to speak. His breath gives him away. I’ve memorized the way it tickles my flesh when he’s near me. “You never responded,” Miles murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. “Did I scare you away?” I smile at his words. “Hardly. My sister was injured at her game. We’re up at the hospital now.” His voice switches from sexy to concerned. “Is she okay?” “Dislocated her hip and tore her hamstring. She has a long road ahead of her. My sister lives for softball so now that she’s out for the season, I’m not sure how she’ll handle not playing,” I say sadly. “I’m sorry. When you come over, I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine. He’s a physical

therapist—the best if you ask me. Take one of his cards to give to your parents.” I wince slightly. “Just Daddy. Mom passed away when we were little.” “I’m sorry,” he says again. “Now that we’ve had the most depressing conversation ever, I want you to come over so I can cheer you up.” “How are you going to do that when Caleb is still pretending to be my boyfriend?” I question, poking at him. The possessive growl that rumbles through the line warms my heart. “Fuck. Well, I can cheer you up with my burgers. They’re the best.” Grinning, I start back for Sophia’s room. “Throw in some dessert and you’ve won me over.” He chuckles, the sound dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, you are the dessert.” * * * I’m about to knock on the door when it swings open, revealing the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Miles is wearing a holey pair of jeans and a tight white wife beater. He’s barefoot too, which somehow makes him sexier. His dark hair is mussed up in that just fucked kind of way that makes me weak in the knees. “Hi,” I breathe. His sculpted tattooed arms are on full display. “Come in, beautiful.” Our eyes meet for a heated moment. His palm finds the small of my back once he closes the front door and he guides me through their massive house toward the kitchen. As soon as Caleb comes into view, the heat from Miles’s hand disappears and I’m swept up in a familiar Caleb hug. My heart squeezes a bit before I remember he’s been cheating on me for some time and my heart hardens. Knowing that I slept with his dad makes me feel simultaneously better and worse at the same time. “You look cute,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Yo! Caleb, catch!” Jake’s annoying voice hollers from somewhere behind me. I don’t miss the jealous twinge in his tone. Caleb releases me to catch the beach ball Jake threw. He flashes Jake a grin before looking my way. “Jake and I were about to hop in the pool. Want to come? It’s heated but I’ll warm you up if you’re still cold,” he teases. It saddens me that he’s been playing me this whole time. “Yeah,” I murmur. “Let me change.” I hurry away from him toward the bathroom down the hall. I’ve just pushed inside when someone follows in right behind me. I don’t get a chance to turn on the light before the door closes behind us. “I’ll help you,” Miles utters in the darkness.

His body is pressed against mine in an instant. I let out an embarrassing moan the moment his beard tickles my face. The moan gets louder when his teeth find my ear. “I got you a present,” he whispers. “That is, if you’re brave enough to try it.” I grab his cheeks and draw his face to mine. Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss as he lifts me on the bathroom counter. My dress gets shoved up my hips as he unfastens his jeans. In the darkness, I can’t see a thing but am dying for him to find me. His long fingers hook into my panties and he pulls them aside. The next moment, his hot dick is teasing against me. He’s not gentle or slow. With a hard thrust, he drives all the way in. “Shhh,” he hisses, his palm covering my mouth. “Be quiet and make this quick.” My head falls back against the mirror with a thud but he keeps his hand firmly slapped across my mouth to keep me from making noises. His hips are powerful as he thrusts into me hard over and over again. “Don’t fuck him,” he orders, his tone fierce. “You’re mine. You can pretend all goddamned day but this pussy is mine.” His words crawl their way inside my veins and take root. When his fingers slide against my clit, I start writhing in pleasure. Like the expert he is, he massages me quickly to orgasm. The moment I start shuddering as my climax tears through me, he lets out a grunt before his heat floods inside me. He leans forward and his mouth finds my ear again as his cock continues to throb out its release. “I like the idea of my come leaking out of your tight body while you play grab ass with my son. Everyone fucking wants this perfect cunt but I’m the only one who gets it. I want you to remember that as it runs out.” Heat threatens to suffocate me. His words turn me on. I want him to keep me trapped in this bathroom forever. “What happens when it all runs out?” I challenge the moment he lets go of my mouth. “Will you fill me back up again?” “Goddammit!” he curses and pulls out of my body with a jerking motion. My panties don’t slide all the way back into place. The drenched outer seam rubs along my slit and my sensitive clit. The light is suddenly turned on and I’m nearly blinded by it. He’s already pulled his jeans up, much to my annoyance. Thankfully, he hasn’t buttoned them and I can see the thick root of his cock. God, he’s gorgeous. “I have an idea of how to remind you of me,” he says, his grin wolfish in nature. “Bend over the counter and let me look at your pretty ass.” I smile at him shyly but obey. In the mirror, my reflection is of a woman I don’t recognize. Her eyes are half lidded with lust, her hair is messy from just getting fucked, and her lips are parted as she pants. She’s hot. The villain behind me must agree because he devours me with his gaze. I let out a

whimper when he pulls my panties down my thighs. Then, he shoves his hand into his jean pocket only to pull out a silver butt plug with a green heart-shaped rhinestone at the end. “What’s that for?” I squeak. His gaze darkens as he palms my ass. He teases my pussy that’s still dripping with his seed to lube up the toy, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. “This,” he snarls as he slides the cold metal against my puckered asshole, “is your reminder.” I whimper when he firmly begins pushing it in. Fire explodes from within me. I claw at the counter top, a plea for him to stop on my lips. But just when I can’t take any more uncomfortable pain, my ass seems to suck it in and it doesn’t hurt any longer. I just feel… Full. “So fucking beautiful,” he praises, his palm giving my ass a quick pop. My ass clenches and a spark of pleasure courses through me. “Will it fall out?” I question, my nose scrunched up. I’m still not sure how I feel about the butt plug inside of me. He unzips the back of my dress and lets it fall to the floor. Then, he rids me of my bra. His large hands cup my breasts from behind and they seem small in comparison to him. “It’ll come out when I take it out,” he murmurs as he nips at my shoulder. “Not a moment before.” “Are you going to fuck me with it still inside?” I bite at my lip and meet his hungry stare in the mirror. “Jesus,” he mutters. “You tempt me with that sweet mouth of yours. Why don’t you run along and play with the boys until it’s time to play with the adults?” His hot mouth presses against my flesh. “I’ll answer your questions later, damsel.” He slips out of the bathroom, leaving me way too hot and bothered. This man is going to kill me with pleasure. What a sweet death.

Chapter Eight Miles Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Following Olivia into the bathroom was risky to begin with. But what we just did could have caused a real goddamned scene had anyone discovered us. Luckily, Caleb and Jake are already outside in the pool. Drew and my buddy Eddie who owns the town’s only mechanic shop, are out on the back patio arguing over the grill. I quickly run upstairs to change into my swim trunks before heading back down. I couldn’t bring myself to wash the sticky remnants of my girl from my cock though. I thicken just thinking of how good she felt. Tight and slick as fuck. * * * When I step outside, a quick sweep tells me Olivia is still in the bathroom. At least we won’t look suspicious coming out together. “Charcoal is too hot,” Eddie grunts. “I told this asshole but he doesn’t listen.” Drew bends over to check the coals. “Fuck you. It’s just right. Go get the patties.” I lean between them and shake my head. “Too hot. Not yet.” “Told you,” Eddie says with a grumble at Drew as he hands me a beer. “How’s the club —” He hisses at something over my shoulder. “Holy shit.” I turn to see what he’s losing his mind about. My eyes bug out of my head when Olivia struts across the patio toward the pool looking good enough to eat. Her long legs seem longer than ever and her huge tits are barely contained in a skimpy sparkly green string bikini. Every male in the backyard—even the two gay ones—have their eyes glued to the gorgeous vixen. Both Drew and Eddie stare with open mouths. My fist clenches with the need to pop both their chins back into place. “You look hot, babe,” Caleb hollers. I bite my damn tongue so nothing stupid falls out like, She’s not your babe, kid. “Lucky fucking kid,” Eddie pouts. “I see the problem,” Drew admits, his voice hoarse. Ignoring them both, I follow after her toward the pool, checking out her barely covered sweet ass. I can’t wait to peel off her bottoms and admire the butt plug when we’re alone. Jake dips in the water and scowls when Caleb flirts with Olivia by splashing her. These kids need to get their shit together before someone gets hurt. Olivia’s feelings were hurt

last night until I licked away her wounds. But I’ll be damned if I let my son’s secret boyfriend make her feel any worse. “You know how to swim?” I question as I get as close to her as I can without being obvious. “Yeah—” I give her a shove and am thankful when she goes under the water hiding her perfect body from my pervert friends. When she emerges, she screeches. “You ass!” Caleb and Jake start laughing. I’m smirking at her when my asshole best friend shoves me into the water. Thank fuck the pool is heated but with the frigid air surrounding us, I’m sure Olivia’s tight ass clenches every time she shivers. The thought has my dick crawling its way back to life. I pop out of the water and find Drew sauntering back over to the grill like a little pussy. When I turn back around, a skinny little thing with big tits attacks me and tries to dunk me. Her long, slender thighs wrap around my upper chest beneath my arms as she pushes down on the top of my shoulders to try and drown me. Instead of fighting her, I sink under, pulling her with me. While under the water, I take a playful bite of her tit and graze my fingers across her barely covered pussy. She squeals and bubbles shoot from her mouth as she attempts to get away. By the time I resurface for air, she’s swum into my son’s protective arms. He’s all smiles—which looks really fucking good on him—but I absolutely hate the fact he’s got my girl in his arms. Jake is jealous as hell because he glares blatantly at their display of affection. Eddie does a cannon ball and nearly lands on my head, the dumb fuck, just as Drew dives in. Those assholes just want to get a good look at the tits that belong to me that are currently smashed against my son’s chest. “What’s the matter, Jake?” Olivia asks, her voice dripping with faux concern. He flips her off which makes Eddie snort. It irritates me but I let it slide. Eddie and Drew swim over to me and start chatting about an old Mustang Eddie is restoring but my gaze is locked on Olivia. Caleb is friendly with her but I hate the way she wraps her legs around his waist. She’s doing everything in her power to make Jake jealous. I understand her intent. She wants them to confess their affair so she can make him feel like shit. It bothers me because it’s my son whom she’s trying to upset. “That’s enough, damsel,” I holler, my tone firm. Caleb shoots me a questioning glance. Olivia tenses in his arms before turning to frown at me. I hate the sad, pouty look she’s giving me. I’m all for her breaking up with Caleb for cheating on her but this bullshit game she’s playing is pissing me off.

“What?” Her little mouth drives me crazy as her bottom lip juts out in an innocent way. Fuck if it doesn’t get me hard on sight. “Stop with the taunting. You’re eighteen years old,” I grunt. Jake snorts, which has Caleb shooting him a warning glare. “Why’s everyone so damn tense?” Eddie asks, the only person in the group out of the loop. Caleb gives Olivia a chaste kiss. “Jake’s had a bad day,” he mutters to her. “Let me talk to him for a minute.” He peels her from his body and abandons her in the middle of the pool. Jake swims out with Caleb hot on his trail. “I’m getting into the liquor cabinet,” Caleb hollers at me as they strut toward the house soaking wet. When the door closes, I glance over at Olivia. Her gaze is distant. I don’t miss the wobble of her bottom lip. “The charcoal is ready,” I grumble. “Can you two knuckleheads manage to get the burgers on the grill without killing each other?” Drew, sensing I need to be alone with her, starts shoving Eddie to the side. “Come on, Ed. Let’s see how hard we fuck this one up.” A few minutes later and we’re alone in the backyard. “Olivia…” Her lip wobbles. “It was a stupid idea.” I snag her wrist and pull her as close as I can without yanking her into my arms. From the windows, it’ll look like we’re just talking. Which we are. For now. “It wasn’t stupid,” I say softly. “You’re just hurt.” “How can he lie straight to my face?” she asks tearfully, her nose turning red. “We were friends before we started dating. I don’t understand why he lies to me. Why not come clean and just break up with me?” My palms find her hips and my thumbs stroke her stomach. “He’s afraid.” “I would have understood had he just come to me,” she whispers. A tear races down her cheek. “You’re his cover. You make him feel safe.” I dart my gaze to the windows. Eddie and Drew are arguing in the kitchen. In the living room, Jake paces and Caleb follows behind him with his arms waving in the air. “Come here,” I demand. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and haul her to me. Her palms find my shoulders and she wraps her legs around my hips. Our lips meet for a quick kiss. I dip us into the water up to our chins and walk back toward the deep end that’s partially hidden by some patio furniture. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes, her voice quivering. “He’s your son.”

I silence her with a longer, deeper kiss. My cock is hard and aching between us but soothing my girl is more important than fucking her. She pulls away and darts her eyes toward the house. “They can’t see us,” I say, smirking. “I can defile you and nobody would know. How’s your ass?” Her cheeks burn pink and I decide she’s sexy as fuck when she’s embarrassed. “It feels weird. Makes me horny.” I laugh and then tug at her bottom lip with my teeth. “It’s going to feel so good when my dick is inside you. You’ll come so hard, damsel.” She mewls and wriggles in my arms. “Is this the kind of stuff you do in your sex club?” A chuckle rumbles from me. “That and more.” “Like the stuff I wrote down on that questionnaire?” “Just like it.” “Have you ever…” she trails off and her throat turns bright red. “What?” “Had sex in public? Had a threesome? Role played?” Her voice has dropped to a whisper as if it’s scandalous to even speak her questions. “I have. Is it something you want to try?” My cock is straining against my swim trunks with the need to get at her. “Yes.” A pause. “I think.” She frowns. “What if I don’t like it?” I slip my fingers into her bikini bottoms and push a finger inside her cunt. She’s slippery inside so I know it turns her on to talk about this stuff. I can’t believe how much she grips my finger with that plug buried inside her. “If you don’t like it,” I murmur as I curve my finger to stroke her G-spot, “you tell me. It ends immediately, whatever it is.” “You promise?” “Of course I fucking promise,” I vow. “I wouldn’t ever do anything you didn’t want.” She lets out a sigh of relief and glances back toward the house. “We could cross one item off the list…” I pull my finger out and tug her bottoms to the side. With a quick shove of my trunks, I free my eager cock. Then, slowly, I ease her to my tip. She’s weightless in the pool so it’s easy to control her movements. “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt,” she whispers. “Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine and they blaze with lust despite her hesitation. “It’s going to feel good. Trust me.” Her plump lips part when I push her down on my length. I can feel her channel gripping me like a tight fist as I sink all the way inside her. The added pressure of the plug is

intense. “Oh,” she whimpers. “Oh…” “You like it?” Her breath is ragged when she answers. “I do.” “It’ll have to be quick, damsel.” She lets out a breathy moan. “Then fuck me fast, villain.”

Chapter Nine Olivia Miles has barely pulled me off his cock before the door opens and his two friend’s voices carry over to us. I adjust my swimsuit and kick away from him. My body thrums with excitement. Sex with Miles is fun and it feels so good. I’m dying to try new things with him. Eventually, Jake and Caleb return. Caleb is standoffish toward me which is fine. I’m breaking up with him tonight no matter what. It was childish to try and play stupid games with him. I can’t even get angry with him for being with Jake—I’m letting his dad bone me at every turn. The next couple hours pass by quickly. Turns out Eddie is hilarious the drunker he gets. His stories about his conquests have me giggling. Jake must be spiking his Coke with alcohol though because he’s getting wasted. Miles’s hardened gaze never leaves Jake while Caleb’s worried one stays on his boyfriend as well. “Want to get in the hot tub? Might make Caleb jealous,” Jake teases, making an exaggerated effort to wink at me. Caleb lets out a groan. Before I can decline, Jake has me thrown over his shoulder and climbs out of the pool, stumbling along the way. I screech and slap his lower back. “Let me go!” “Why? So he can suck face with you and pretend we aren’t something?” he hisses as he strides away. My eyes lock onto Miles as he cuts through the water toward the steps, a murderous scowl painted on his handsome face. Caleb has already climbed out of the pool after us. “Jake,” Caleb thunders, fear lacing his voice. “Cut this shit out.” “Fuck you,” Jake snarls. “You promised. You fucking promised.” Someone darts past us and then I’m physically torn from Jake’s grip. My heart pounds in my chest but I relax against Miles’s solid frame. His strong arms are around my waist holding me to him. When I look up, Caleb grips Jake by the shoulders as he talks lowly to him. I expect Miles to let me go but his embrace is possessive as we watch the drama unfold. “It’s all her fault,” Jake sneers, his venomous gaze on me. “We were fine until you decided you needed a cover.” “Jake!” Caleb hisses. “Cut the shit. Not here.” “Why? Don’t you think your girlfriend and your dad need to know that you and I have been fucking long before you ever asked Olivia out?”

Everyone goes silent as Caleb releases his grip on Jake. As if just realizing what spilled out of his mouth, Jake sucks in a breath. “Fuck,” he grumbles. “I’m sorry.” Miles’s palm splays on my lower stomach and he rubs me in a comforting manner. “Olivia,” Caleb chokes out. “I… I should have told you.” I swallow but then I find my voice. “I saw you and him together.” Caleb winces. “You did?” “Why did you lie? You’re my friend. I would have supported you on this,” I say, my words wobbly. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want the kids at school finding out.” I stiffen and pull myself from Miles’s grip. “We had sex. You let me think something was wrong with me.” Caleb stalks over to me and pulls me into a warm embrace. “Nothing is wrong with you. I’m sorry.” I relax against his chest. “So I guess this means we’re breaking up?” “Yeah,” he says sadly. “I’m sorry for all of this.” Pulling away, I offer him a smile. “I want us to stay friends.” Caleb’s face lights up. “Really?” “Really.” We hug again but then Miles’s voice booms from behind me. “Caleb, why don’t you take Jake home? I think he’s had too much to drink.” Caleb gives his dad a quick nod before escorting Jake back into the house. The wind skitters across my wet flesh and I shiver hard. That is…until two strong arms wrap around me. “Get in the hot tub. You’ll warm up.” His voice is husky and filled with possession. “Eddie passed out,” Drew says with a laugh and gestures to the lounger beside the pool. Sure enough, their mechanic friend is snoring logs. “Hot tub time?” “Yeah,” Miles grunts. Drew saunters past us. He’s fit, tall and muscular, but he doesn’t have that feral, untamed quality that Miles has. Still, Drew looks really good for his age. As Drew climbs into the hot tub, Miles grips my ass and then runs his finger down the crack as if to make sure the butt plug is still in place. It’s still there all right. The water is hot and perfect once I slip inside and it chases away the chill. Miles settles right next to me, clearly uncaring that his friend will see his arm slung possessively

around me. “I know you’re the girl he’s been fucking,” Drew states pointedly, his lips quirked up in amusement. Miles nods. “She’s mine.” I’m surprised they’ve talked about me but I’m pleased with him claiming me. “When are you going to tell Caleb?” he asks. “Soon,” Miles assures him. “Tonight didn’t feel like the right time.” “So I’m assuming this wasn’t a one-time thing? It’s going to continue?” Drew continues to probe. I bite on my bottom lip, afraid to join the conversation between these two friends. Plus, I’m dying to know Miles’s answer. “It is,” Miles grunts as he pulls me into his lap with my back against his chest. “As long as she wants it. Do you want it, Olivia?” Before I can answer, his hand slides between my legs into my bikini bottoms. I let out a shocked gasp, my eyes flying to Drew’s. He watches me with interest but doesn’t move from his seat. “Olivia?” “Y-yes,” I breathe out. Miles kisses the side of my neck. “Good girl. You still want to try new things?” “Yes,” I say more firmly. “Do you remember the second thing you asked me about?” Heat floods through me. “Yeah?” “Tell Drew what it was,” he commands in a gruff tone. I whimper because he strokes me in a way that has me dying with need but I’m not afraid to speak of my desires. Not when Miles promises to give them to me. “A threesome.” One side of Drew’s lips quirk up. “That so?” Miles chuckles and kisses my throat again. “She thinks she can handle it. I told her she can’t. I bet we’ll fall somewhere in between.” He gives Drew a slight nod and my heart rate quickens when he slowly makes his way over to us. “Miles doesn’t share well,” Drew says with a smirk. “We’ll see how long this lasts.” “Fuck off,” Miles grumbles. I’m focused on the way Miles teases my clit but when Drew reaches forward and brushes his thumb across my nipple over my bikini top, I let out a moan. “Take them off,” Miles instructs against the shell of my ear. “Show Drew how perfect

you are.” With shaking hands, I tug at the strings at my neck and then behind my back. Flashing me a smoldering grin that makes my core clench, Drew tugs the material away from me. My heart rate speeds up now that my breasts are visible to Miles’s best friend. “Nice tits,” Drew praises. “May I taste them?” I blink at him. “Uh…” “I’m okay with it as long as you’re okay with it,” Miles assures me. “All you have to do is tell me no and he’s gone.” I swallow bravely and nod. “Yes.” Drew flashes Miles a surprised look before bringing his mouth to my breasts. His face isn’t bearded like Miles but he is a little scruffy. The hairs on his face tickle my breasts as he softly licks my nipple. “You’re not finished,” Miles reminds me. Quickly, I tug at the strings on either side of my hips. Miles pushes the fabric away and it falls to the bottom of the hot tub. I let out a gasp when Drew pulls my legs around his waist. With a possessive growl, Miles pushes a finger inside me. Drew cups my breasts and lifts them out of the water so he can tease my nipples. “Still okay, damsel?” Miles asks, his breath hot against my throat. I feel as though I’ll combust. “Yes.” Drew trails kisses up to my throat as Miles slowly fingerfucks me. When his mouth hovers over mine, I stiffen. “May I kiss you?” “N-no,” I murmur. Drew doesn’t seem angry, he simply lowers his head back to my throat where he suckles the flesh. Too many sensations are flooding through me at once. I feel as though Miles is teasing me with slow movements, all of which bring me close to orgasm without tipping me over the edge. Miles withdraws his fingers and then fumbles with his trunks. Seconds later, he guides me down over his hard length. It’s dizzying the way he consumes me from the inside out. “You can touch him if you want,” Miles encourages, his hips slowly thrusting inside me. Drew smirks at me and I laugh. It calms my nerves considerably. With shaking hands, I grip his shoulders. “I’d had another place in mind but I guess that’ll do,” Drew teases with a grin. Miles chuckles behind me, his lips pressing soft kisses to the side of my neck.

“Want me to touch your clit for you?” Drew offers, flames flickering in his blue eyes. “I think so,” I murmur. “I think so.” Drew smiles gently. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” His fingers aren’t as rough as Miles’s when he touches me. I can tell the difference between the two men but it isn’t unpleasant. Just different. “Oh,” I whimper. “Still good?” “Y-yes.” “You want both our cocks at once?” Miles asks, the heat in his voice hot enough to burn me to my core. I shake my head. “No. I like this but I don’t want to have sex with him.” Drew chuckles without losing speed on my clit. “My feelings are hurt.” His faux pouting makes me laugh too. “My dick’s better,” Miles assures me as he nips at my shoulder. “You made the right choice, damsel.” “I guess I’ll have to jack myself off,” Drew complains, but his voice is light. Happy and carefree. He reaches into his trunks with his free hand and jerks his arm in time with his strokes on my clit. His jaw clenches in pleasure. “Still good, beautiful?” Miles murmurs, his hips thrusting harder with each passing second. “You’re doing so well.” I nod. “Yes. This is…” Drew does something with his fingers, an applied pressure as he rubs it just the right way, that has me crying out in pleasure. The world darkens and spins as I ride a blissful orgasm for what feels like hours. When my moans finally die down, both men make erotic choked sounds as they find their own release almost in unison. “That was fun,” Drew says, his voice thick with lust as he pulls away. He backs himself to the other side. “It was,” I agree and slide off Miles’s cock. Then, I turn and straddle him. “As much fun as it was though, I think I prefer when it’s just you and me.” Miles gaze is dark and I love how it sends shudders rippling through me. “Me too, damsel.”

Chapter Ten Miles It’s been three weeks since I made the decision to sleep with my son’s girlfriend. And my life has been bliss ever since I sunk my cock into her tight heat. The girl is quite insatiable. When I can sneak her over to the house without Caleb finding out, she begs me to try new things. And who am I to tell the gorgeous girl no? We’ve gone down the questionnaire she completed and discussed a lot of the items. She wanted to know my experience with them. Some, after I told her my opinions on my own personal dislikes, she respected them and moved on. Just like the threesome, she was convinced she wanted it until it was happening. I was impressed with her maturity as she firmly guided what went down with the three of us. No meltdowns or tears. Just yes and no. She hasn’t asked for that again. She has, however, asked to go into all the locked rooms. My playrooms. At first, I was hesitant to have her try them. Iron. Sensory. Cell. Dream. We’ve tried all but one. In the iron room, I shackled her wrists and ankles as I drew pleasure from her. The sensory room was all about heightening her senses. I think my girl likes to be blindfolded. And finally, in the cell room, I enjoyed locking her in the cage and watching her beg me to fuck her through the bars. I’m hesitant to take her into the dream room. That room is for role play. It’s easy to lose yourself in there. “When will he be home?” Olivia asks as she traces the lines of my abs with her fingertip. “Not until tomorrow afternoon.” She sits up on her elbow and chews on her bottom lip as she gives me the innocent pouty look she’s so good at. “Miles?” “Yeah, damsel?” “I want to do the dream room tonight,” she says, her voice rising with excitement. “There’s still one fantasy I am dying to try.” I know exactly what she wants me to do. She wants me to chase her. To tackle her. To force myself upon her. It’s not really my thing. I’m more of a teasing lover. I like making her beg for it. But this… I’m not even sure I can keep my dick hard for it. “What you want is difficult,” I explain as I stroke a dark strand of hair from her eyes. “It can be scary.” Her lips press together as she frowns. “We can make a safe word.” “There has to be absolute trust—” “I trust you,” she blurts out, the fire burning in her eyes.

I smile at her. “I know, baby. Trust me, I know. It’s more about me trusting you though. This kind of shit, if it goes south, can look really bad on a man.” Her gaze darkens. “You think I’d tattle on you? That I’d tell people you took advantage of me?” She sits up and crosses her arms over her chest. Her brows are furled together as she pouts. “I thought we… I thought you trusted me…” “I do,” I say firmly. I scrub my palm over my face. “What if I like it too much? What kind of person does that make me?” She rubs her palm across my chest, over my heart. “You’re the kind of guy who spoils his girl with orgasms and fancy dinners. The kind of guy who buys his girl presents she doesn’t deserve.” Her fingers go to the heart locket at her throat I bought her last week and she rubs it absently. “You’re the kind of guy who indulges your curious girl’s silly fantasies.” “They’re not silly,” I assure her. “We’ll do this tonight but let’s set some ground rules first.” She beams and it’s so fucking beautiful. “Okay, so what’s rule one?” “Stop. Just say that word and it’ll all be over. We’ll go swimming or to a movie or to go get a snow cone. All you have to do is end it,” I say, my tone fierce. “Got it.” “And if you feel too overcome to speak or your mouth is full,” I say smirking before turning serious again. “Then you show me three fingers. That’s our hand signal.” “Oooh,” she teases, “this is complicated.” I give her nipple a pinch through her thin tank top and laugh. “Hardly. If we’re doing something and you don’t like it, tell me. Too hard, I need to know. Too soft, I want to know. This is all about fulfilling this fantasy for you. I want you to enjoy it. What do you want out of this?” “Well,” she says, her nose scrunched up as she thinks. “I want to be overpowered. You already do that a lot anyway but I definitely want to be manhandled by you.” My dick twitches at her words. “Manhandled. Done. What else?” “I like when you talk dirty.” Her nose flares. “But I don’t want to be called a come Dumpster like they do on the porn shows.” This has me chuckling. “Duly noted. No mean names at all?” She shrugs. “You can call me something mean, just not that.” I can’t get over how fucking adorable she is as she sits here and calmly outlines how she wants her fantasy to play out. I love this about her. “Anything else?” Her cheeks turn bright red and she won’t make eye contact. “Ummm…”

“What?” “You can hurt me.” My cock throbs in my boxers at her words. “Hurt you how?” “Any way you want,” she whispers as she meets my stare. “I like it when you choke me. If you wanted to do other stuff, that would be nice.” Nice? When I choke her, it’s far from nice. It’s feral and hungry and fucking hot. “So I can slap your ass and your tits and that pretty little pussy?” I question with a brow lifted. Her throat turns bright red but she nods. “You can pinch me and bite me too.” All this talk has my cock completely erect, straining through the material, and ready to play. Down, boy. “So we’re role-playing,” I agree. “What are our roles?” She taps her bottom lip and thinks. “Oh! I’ve got it.” Her palm splays on my chest as she leans in. She licks her lips in an innocent way that has my dick bouncing with excitement. “You can be the naughty neighbor who just got out of prison. I’m the young virgin girl home alone. He chases her and pins her down. Takes what he wants. It’ll be taboo and dirty.” Her green eyes flicker with lust Goddamn, why does she have to be so fucking hot? I’ll give her anything she asks for so long as she bats those pretty lashes at me and asks sweetly. I’m a goner with this girl. Totally fucking gone. “Did you take your birth control?” I question. She huffs and grumbles. “Way to kill the moment.” “Did you?” Shame skitters across her skin and her cheeks burn bright red. “Sometimes when I come to spend the night here, I forget to grab it from my bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll double up tomorrow.” We’re careless when we have sex. If we’re not careful, she’s going to wind up pregnant. Images of her in my bed with a swollen, rounded stomach take root in my mind. It’s my fantasy. I like the idea of her carrying a baby for me. Leigh never wanted to have kids— Caleb was an oops baby. I’d loved holding the tiny little thing in my arms and smelling his sweet baby scent. I would have had plenty more children with Leigh had she not lost her mind. With Olivia though, she’s sweet and funny and caring. Nothing like selfish Leigh. When I’m grumpy, Olivia is concerned. She does everything in her power to cheer me up. I’ve

woken up to breakfast in bed several times when she’s stayed over. And after we get up, she makes up the bed, careful to arrange the pillows just the way she likes them. I can’t ignore the way my heart stirs at seeing her so familiar in my home. “Olivia,” I utter as I grab her hand and tug it to me. I kiss her knuckles but my gaze never leaves hers. “This isn’t just sex for me.” Her full lips curl into a delighted grin. “Really?” “It never was. I wanted you. Not because you’re young and hot. Not because your tits are sinful as fuck.” She laughs as I continue. “I wanted you because you’re different. You stand out among other women. Something about you calls to me. It has since the moment I heard your voice. When I looked into your bright green eyes, I knew I’d fallen in deep. Everything about you screamed at me to run the other direction. And you know what this motherfucking villain did?” Her grin is wicked. “He came for his damsel.” “Damn right he did.” I kiss her knuckles again, this time openmouthed as I run my tongue across her soft flesh. “I ran right toward you because when it comes to you, I can’t not be around you. I need to have you in my arms and my cock buried deep inside you. We fit together. You’re mine and I’m yours.” Her lip wobbles but Jesus Christ she looks so fucking happy. “So we’re…” “You’re my girlfriend and I’m ready to shout that to the entire goddamned world.” She leans forward and kisses my lips hard. “You think Caleb will be mad?” I stroke her hair. “He’ll learn to get over it. If I wasn’t serious about you, I wouldn’t tell him. But, baby, I want to see where this goes between us.” “My dad is going to be pissed,” she murmurs. “Forewarning you.” I cringe slightly. So maybe we won’t tell everyone right away. The last thing I need is Judge Rowe after my ass for defiling his baby girl. “You want to wait to tell him?” I ask. She nods. “At least until I graduate.” “Whatever you want,” I assure her with a grin. “So when are we planning to fulfill your wildest fantasy?” Her lips tug up on the corners with mischief. “I was about to suggest right now, villain,” she purrs, her palm sliding down my chest toward my dick. “Or should I call you sexy neighbor convict?” She slaps my stomach before rolling off the bed and bouncing her perfect ass that’s barely covered by her silky panties toward the door. “Catch me if you can!” I’m out of the bed before she can even finish her sentence. It’s on, damsel. Nobody can save you now.

Chapter Eleven Olivia I dart out of his bedroom door and let out a squeal when I hear his heavy footsteps behind me. I love that he’s so eager to try things with me. I’m curious and he satisfies my curiosity. “Come sit in Buddy’s lap,” he hollers from behind me. “Prison was rough.” I snort and cast him an amused look over my shoulder as I run. “Buddy? Really?” “You won’t be laughing when Buddy impales you with his animal cock,” he snarls. I start laughing until a giant man tackles me. We hit the floor hard, causing him to grunt and me to cry out. My knees and elbows burn as we skid across the hardwood floor. I start to struggle, my heart racing in my chest. A thrill shoots through me when he pins me roughly to the floor. I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh as he works his knee between my own. “You’re going to give me that tight virgin pussy,” he hisses. He wrangles my hands behind me and pins them together with one of his hands. “But Daddy will come home!” I shriek. “He’ll kill you for touching me!” He starts ripping at my panties. I cry out when he tears them painfully from my thighs. That’s going to leave a bruise. My wrists hurt as I struggle against him. His fingers push into me without warning causing me to scream. “Want me to stop?” He’s no longer in character as his fingers slowly fuck me. “N-no.” Once he’s made sure I’m okay, he goes back to assaulting me with his hand. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers, my sweet niece. You’re going to get me nice and wet.” “Buddy,” I holler, biting back a laugh at the name, “let me go!” “Not until I’ve had my cock buried deep in your ass,” he snarls. I tense at his words. I might let Miles fuck me there, especially since I’ve gotten used to some ass play and enjoy the butt plugs. But Uncle Buddy sure as hell isn’t doing that. I need gentle when that goes down. He manages to push his boxers down and his erection slides against the back of my thigh. My muscles are tight and sore from exertion but I still feel compelled to fight against him. When he loosens his grip for a moment, I take my chance and roll away from him. I’ve barely crawled away when his strong hand grabs my ankle and yanks me back, scraping my knees along the wood floors. My fight or flight senses kick in and I jab at him with my foot.

“Ooof!” he grunts out the moment my heel hits him in the mouth. I manage to scramble away from him and I push through the closest door. It, for once, is unlocked. The dream room. I stumble inside and want to take a moment to look at all the props lined against the wall. Costumes spill out of boxes. I’m so curious but then a hand covers my mouth from behind and I’m being dragged over to the small bed in the center of the room. My screams are real as he bends me over the bed but they’re muffled with him covering my mouth. I claw at his wrist and the comforter in an effort to get away. “Show me your fingers,” he orders. He wants me to show him three fingers, to tap out. Instead, I give him a thumbs up. A hiss of pleasure escapes him as he starts rubbing his hard cock between my thighs. His grip on my mouth never loosens. I whimper when he starts pushing his length inside my wet pussy. Of course I’m turned on. Miles Reynolds can pretend to be the Pope and it’d still be hot. In fact, I’m filing that fantasy away for another day. “Take it, tempting bitch,” he snaps as he drives into me hard from behind. His mean words turn me on and I squirm. “Oh, so you like it when I’m an asshole?” I give him another thumbs up but my hand shakes because an orgasm is on the horizon. “Your cunt is mine,” he bites out as his hand slides past my mouth to my throat. He’s rough as he fucks me and I love it. Absolutely love it. His grip on my throat tightens. The choking added to the feral fucking has me screaming with pleasure. “That’s it, damsel,” he says, no longer acting as Buddy. “Come all over my fat cock.” I’m shuddering wildly with my orgasm when I hear another familiar growl. “What the fuck, Dad?” Miles rips himself away from me and it takes me a moment to realize that Caleb walked in on us. His fist cracks against his dad’s jaw once, twice, and then a third time before I’m screaming at him to stop. Jake storms into the room behind him. One quick assessment of what’s going on and Jake’s trying to pull me into his arms to save me. I don’t need saving from the villain. I belong to him. “Stop!” I screech. Everyone goes still, even Miles, at my tone. I swat at Jake and then grab the comforter to cover me up. “What this looks like is not what it is,” I explain to Caleb, shame coating my voice. “I’ve been sleeping with your father. This…” I trail off. “This was role play.” Caleb releases his father and stumbles back a few steps. “I just walked in on you two having freaky sex?” Jake’s lips curve up on one side as if he’s amused but Caleb is horrified. “Fuck. Dad? You and my ex-girlfriend?” he hisses.

Miles pulls his boxers up to cover his dripping cock—clearly, he found his orgasm in time—before swiping away the blood from his lip. He crosses his arms over his chest, frowning at his son. “I’m sorry.” “For how long?” Caleb demands. Jake walks over to him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “The night I found you two having sex,” I admit. “I ran off crying and ended up in your dad’s bed.” “One thing led to another and—” Miles starts but Caleb shuts him down. “You fucked my girlfriend?” “Because you were fucking Jake,” I remind him, my voice no longer friendly. “This is more than just sex,” Miles snaps, his shoulders squaring. “Apparently,” Caleb retorts. Ignoring his son’s sour words, Miles stalks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I slide next to him so he can put his arm around me. Caleb’s jaw clenches as he watches us. “I love Olivia,” Miles tells his son, his words vulnerable and soft. My heart ceases to beat. Then, he turns and cups my cheek with his large palm. “I love you, damsel.” Caleb releases a sharp breath. “Wow.” He turns and stalks out of the room. Jake regards us with a shit-eating grin. “For what it’s worth,” he says, “I think it’s pretty awesome.” He gives us a faux salute before trotting off after Caleb. “That could have gone better,” Miles grumbles. I turn to face him and kiss his soft lips, reveling in the way his beard scratches me. “It could have gone worse.” He smirks. “This is why I like you. Always glass half full with you.” “Love, not like, villain,” I remind him with a grin. “And I love you and your glass half empty ways.” * * * “Great job, sweetheart,” Daddy praises as I clomp up the bleachers. My legs are on fire but I placed first in the quarter-mile dash. He pulls me to his side for a hug. My sister doesn’t get up to hug me though. Despite having torn her hamstring two months ago, Sophia is still in a lot of pain. She wears a perpetual scowl and has to use crutches to get around. I feel bad for my sister. For her birthday last week, she didn’t even want to do anything. Usually, she’s all about the birthdays. As Daddy babbles on about the meet, I scan the stands until I lock eyes with Miles. It’s been a few weeks since Caleb walked in on our role play session. For several days, he gave us the cold shoulder. Then, one day, he was back to the Caleb I know and love. He just accepted it. Once that happened, we spent a lot more time together the four of us. It’s been nice.

Miles’s gaze is heated as he undresses me with one penetrating stare. My track uniform is fitted and shows every curve. I hate how I’ve gained some weight lately. Since Miles and I spend so much time together, I spend less time working out and more time eating with him. I’m surprised I placed today because I thought I was going to die. He kept me up way too late working my muscles. “Honey?” I’m dragged from Miles’s penetrating gaze to stare at my father who looks at me with concern. “Mmm?” “I thought we could go for pizza after this,” he suggests. “What do you think, Soph?” My sister shrugs her shoulders and glares off into the distance. “Pizza sounds good, Daddy.” I glance at Miles again. He’s talking to Drew and Caleb but his gaze follows me. “Maybe we could invite some friends?” “Of course,” he agrees with a grin. I wave Miles over. The three of them trot down the steps. When they near, Daddy stares at them with narrowed eyes. I’d told him I broke up with Caleb a while back and that we were still friends but my overprotective father stares at my ex as if he’d like to throttle him. “Daddy, this is Caleb and his dad, Miles Reynolds,” I introduce. Caleb gives my dad a friendly wave. Miles offers his hand. “You’re the one who owns that club downtown?” Daddy asks, his tone hard. I wince and shoot Miles an apologetic look. “I do, Judge Rowe.” Daddy’s shoulders relax and he gets that smug look he wears so well. “I see you’ve heard of me.” Miles laughs. “I have.” “Please, call me Max. Who’s this?” my dad asks. Miles pats Drew on the back. “This is my best friend, Drew. He owns a physical therapy clinic.” This piques my dad’s interest because he shakes Drew’s hand more enthusiastically than he had Miles’s. “Are you taking on any clients?” Drew assesses Sophia. “I’m full but I can always make room. Your daughter?” “Yeah. Tore her hamstring playing softball. She’s out for the season.” He leans in and murmurs, “She’s gone through three physical therapists this week. I don’t think she’s ready to work past this but I’m afraid if she doesn’t, she’ll never get better. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.” Drew gives him a nod before walking over to introduce himself to my sister. I don’t

miss the way her eyes widen for a moment as she takes in his handsome appearance. Daddy is cheerful when he chirps, “You guys up for some pizza?” * * * “He’s going to kill me,” Miles murmurs as his palm rubs along my bare thigh under the table. Daddy and Drew are babbling about college basketball while Jake and Caleb keep throwing in their two cents. Sophia stares off into the restaurant with her jaw clenched and a frown playing at her pretty features. This means Miles and I are practically in our own little world. “Why?” His pinky inches under the hem of my shorts. “Because I’m going to finger his daughter right in front of him,” he says lowly. His features are impassive as he casually picks up his Pepsi with the hand that’s not making me hot. Daddy didn’t seem to think it weird that I sat beside Miles. He’s been so far up Drew’s ass since he met him that he’s hardly spoken to anyone else. Miles leans in and whispers, “Spread your legs.” I gasp before sliding my knees farther apart. When my knee bumps against Jake’s he flashes me a grin and then starts arguing with Caleb about some famous basketball player’s stats. I keep scanning everyone at the table to make sure nobody notices what Miles is doing to me. He manages to wiggle his finger beneath my panties and strokes my clit. I make a strangled sound before grabbing my water. Sucking it down, I try not to focus on the expert way Miles massages me in front of everyone. “Feel good, damsel?” he murmurs. “Yes.” “Are you wet for me?” “Yes.” “Want me to put my finger inside you with your dad just two feet away?” “Y-yes.” I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when he slides a finger deep inside me. His hand rubs against my clit while his finger fucks me. My legs quiver with pleasure and I wonder if I’ll be able to keep quiet when he brings me to orgasm. “Do you know Dane Alexander?” Daddy asks Miles. Without losing stride, Miles continues to play with my pussy while he chats easily with my dad. “Attorney? Yeah, he comes into the club sometimes.” Daddy smirks. “Thought so. He’s my best friend. We go back to our college days. Where’d you go to college?” They drone on but all I can do is focus on the way he pleasures me so boldly in front of

everyone. My body jolts when I come and I play it off as excitement that the pizza is arriving. Talk about timing. Slowly, Miles pulls his finger from me. The wink he gives me is downright sinful. Once the server drops the pizza off, Miles snags a piece and then makes a show of licking his finger. “I like the sauce,” he murmurs. “Me too,” Jake agrees which makes me snort. Everyone chats easily as we eat. I lose interest pretty quickly though because all I can think about is Miles and his fingers. “I need to take a call,” Miles says before scooting out of the booth. He saunters off and disappears around the corner. I’m still staring after him when my phone buzzes. Villain: Meet me in the men’s bathroom. I bite my lip and glance around. Nobody seems to hear or care when I announce I need to go to the restroom. My legs feel like jelly as I all but stumble to get to my man. I’ve barely pushed through the door when I’m hauled into a stall. Miles tears at my shorts and manages to peel them down my thighs along with my soaked panties. He keeps me writhing with need any time I’m with him. “You were beautiful when you ran today,” he praises, his tongue dragging a trail from my ear down along my throat. “Each time those titties bounced, my cock did too. I have a new fantasy, baby. I want to fuck your big tits soon. You’d be so pretty wearing my pearl necklace.” I laugh and start to tease him but then he’s pushing the head of his cock against my entrance. With a hard thrust, he drives all the way into me, causing me to moan loudly. My palms grip the upper ledge of the stall so I keep from falling while he fucks me hard. His fingers are once again owning my clit as he brings my body unmeasurable pleasure. “Ahh!” I cry out, my knees buckling the moment an orgasm shudders through me. Miles holds me up as his cock throbs its release into me. We’re both still lost in the moment when the bathroom door creaks open. He stills from behind me. “Don’t stop on my account,” Drew grunts in a dry tone. Miles pulls out and his come races down my thigh past my knee. “But you might need to hide because Max was on his way to the bathroom when he got stopped by a lady who knows him.” Drew laughs. “You have like thirty seconds to figure this out.” Miles quickly sits on the toilet and tugs me toward him. “Sit on my lap.” Drew snorts as he takes a piss. I straddle him and have just wrapped my legs around his waist when the door creaks open again. “The women around here are ruthless,” Daddy complains as he saunters into the

bathroom. Soon, he’s chatting with Drew about some mutual friends of theirs while they do their business. I’m distracted because Miles is once again massaging me in that way that makes me crazy. His dick is hard between us, so he lifts me by my hips and guides me down over his still-wet length. “Miles?” Daddy hollers. “Is that you in there? I just ran into Celia Stephens. She said she goes to your club a lot. Maybe I should check it out…” I cringe at that thought. “You should,” Miles says, his voice light. “I think you’d like it.” His eyes are on mine as he controls my hips, letting me know how fast to fuck him. It’s dirty what we’re doing but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. “I will. Caleb did well on the high jump,” Daddy chirps. I can hear him washing his hands. I wish he’d just leave already. “He does well at everything he does,” Miles says, pride shining in his voice. Daddy agrees and then he and Drew step out. Once it’s silent, Miles flashes me an evil grin. “I’m taking your ass tonight.” I gape at him. “What?” “Tonight. My dick. Your ass.” He smirks at me.

Chapter Twelve Miles Three months later I check my phone for the millionth time. Nothing. No phone call or texts. Silence. Unease creeps its way through me. It isn’t like Olivia to ignore me. Ever since we started exclusively seeing each other, we’ve been glued together every waking moment. Her dad even let her go off with “friends” for spring break. What that meant was I got to spend an entire uninterrupted week with my girl. An entire week where we played house. She slept in my bed, cooked me dinners, and I rewarded her with unimaginable pleasure. And I wasn’t even surprised in the least when my girl took to anal like a champ. My thoughts drift to the night she let me try it for the first time. “I’m scared.” My dick is aching and ready to push into her but I’m not an asshole. I stroke her creamy ass before giving her a love pat. “We don’t have to do this now. You know that. I’m a fan of this perfect pussy.” When I rub my dick along her slit, she whimpers. “Where do you want me, beautiful?” She looks over her shoulder at me and bites on her bottom lip. “There. I want you there.” Smirking, I run my thumb across the puckered hole of her ass. “Here?” “Yes,” she breathes. “Just go slow.” I grip my cock and begin breaching the tightest hole I’ve ever tried to put my dick into. Slowly, I ease into here, listening for cues that she might be in pain. When she pushes against me so that I’ll slide farther into her, I let out a groan of pleasure. “Fuck,” I bite out. “This feels too damn good. Does it hurt?” She shakes her head but she’s fisted the sheets and her knuckles are white. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” I want to pound into her but for now I settle for having my dick deep inside her. Soon. We’ll work up to it eventually. “I,” she utters. “It feels weird. Burns but no worse than the toy. Just feels different.” “Does it hurt?” “A little.”

“Want me to stop?” “No,” she mutters. “I want you to go. Move inside me.” Her words make my cock twitch inside her. I grip her hips and thrust into her in a gentle way. Soon, she begins moving with me. “Touch your clit,” I order. “So bossy,” she groans. I pick up my pace. The pleasure pulsating through me is intense. Anal is a favorite of mine and I hope to hell it will become a favorite of hers too. “Faster,” she instructs. “And slap my ass.” I laugh as I smack her pale flesh. “Who’s the bossy one now?” My smile quickly falls as worry niggles through me. Why the fuck is she not replying? Images of her hurt in a car accident or kidnapped flit through my mind. It’s terrifying enough that I snag my keys up and decide to go to her house. I’ve dropped her off plenty of times but I’ve never gone inside. She’s still adamant about keeping our relationship a secret from her father. The closer it gets to graduation, the more eager I am for her to tell him. I hate secrets. I quickly text Caleb. Have you seen Olivia today? She hasn’t been here all day. Last time I talked to her was at yesterday’s track meet. She seemed pale and shaky. Is everything okay? Scrubbing my face, I tap out my reply. It’s fine. * * * Fifteen minutes later when I pull up to her house, I’m elated to find her car parked in the drive. But since it’s a school day, I’m worried. Olivia never misses school. I pound and pound on the door but nobody answers. With a huff of frustration, I twist the knob and am happy to discover it’s unlocked. Her house is unfamiliar to me but I weave through the rooms until I find the stairs. “Olivia,” I call out. I storm up the stairs and push doors open left and right. When I open a door and recognize her scent, I shove through it. She’s curled up in the middle of the bed. She is fucking pale. “Baby,” I murmur as I crawl in beside her and sling my arm around her. “Are you

sick?” She nods and then whimpers. “I can’t move but I think I might throw up again.” Worry washes over me. Her skin is pasty white and she is cool to the touch. I hate how weak she sounds. “I’m taking you to the hospital,” I say as I scoop her light body into my arms. She curls up against me but doesn’t respond which scares the ever living hell out of me. I storm downstairs and load her into the car. On the way to the hospital, I find Judge Rowe’s number and dial. “Judge Rowe’s office,” an old lady chirps. “I need to speak to Max,” I bark out. Olivia whimpers and my hand instinctively reaches out to caress her thigh. “Sir, he’s in court and—” “I’m taking Olivia to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” I snap. She changes her tone really quick. “I’ll get him on his cell.” I’m in a zone as I carry her into the emergency room. Not long later, they’re wheeling her away from me on a gurney and asking me to wait until they’ve had a chance to assess her. Twenty minutes later, Max comes storming in, terror in his eyes. “What’s wrong? How is she?” he demands, running his fingers through his salt-andpepper hair. “I don’t know.” “Did she call you?” he asks, the stress in his expression aging him a bit. “Yeah,” I lie. I don’t want to get into it that I’m fucking his daughter and have been for months. Not right now. “When I went to check on her, she was pale and lifeless.” He scrubs at his hair. “Her mother, Anastasia, died of pancreatic cancer. So help me if my daughter…” he trails off as a strangled sound escapes him. My heart is thundering in my chest. God wouldn’t finally give me the perfect woman just to take her away, right? I want to assure him—assure us both—that it’s nothing but I saw how weak and lethargic she was. She frankly scared the shit out of me. We’re both brooding some time later when a dark-haired older nurse comes striding over to us. “Mr. Reynolds?” I dart over to her but Max barks out behind me. “And I’m her father.” “I’m Nurse Prince. Call me Judy,” she greets. “Miss Rowe was asking for Mr. Reynolds but you can come in too, sir.” We fall into step behind her. I don’t miss the way Max keeps glaring my way. Normally,

I might back off and let him deal with his daughter alone but I need to fucking see her to make sure she’s okay. The nurse pushes past a curtain. Olivia is lying back in the bed with an IV attached to her arm. The usual rosy color in her cheeks has returned, thank fuck. “Miles,” she croaks. I clear my throat and gesture at her father. “Your dad is here too.” She smiles at him. “Hi, Daddy.” He takes her hand and kisses it. I’m dying to grab her other hand but I don’t want to fight with her father. I can’t let him find out like this. It was our plan to ease him into it one night over dinner and drinks. Not like this. The nurse leaves and a moment later a doctor wearing a white lab coat strolls in. The guy is young and wears a cocky smirk. His name tag reads Dr. Allen. Something about him rubs me the wrong way. “I have good and bad news,” he greets with a smile. “Which would you like first?” “Bad news,” Max and I growl at the same time. Unaffected, Dr. Allen sits on the end of the bed and pats Olivia’s foot. I want to rip his hand right from his body. “Little Miss Track Star here was extremely dehydrated. She mentioned she had an allday meet yesterday. Poor girl was in a near emergent state but we fixed her right up and got an IV going. This time tomorrow, after a full day of fluids, she’ll be back to normal.” Max exhales heavily. “So she doesn’t have cancer?” “Is she going to be okay?” I demand. Dr. Allen smirks again and I decide right then I hate this cocky little shit. “You,” he points to Max, “must be the father.” Then he points at me. “And you must be the boyfriend.” This time when Max and I growl, they’re for different reasons. He’s shooting me a death stare. “Well, the good news is,” Dr. Allen says as he playfully punches my arm. “The baby is fine. At just over eight weeks, the fetus is extremely resilient to physiological changes in the mother.” I glance over at Olivia. She must already know because her bottom lip trembles and her teary eyes plead with mine. Please don’t be mad. I can see it written all over her pretty face. Mad? Something that equates to fierce male pride thunders in my chest. It means I get to keep her. Forever.

“What?” Max hisses, dragging me back to reality. “Come again?” Dr. Allen stands and holds his hands up in a defensive gesture. “You didn’t know. Ahhh. Sorry about that one, Miss Rowe. I assumed…” She frowns, nervousness causing her hand to tremble as she reaches for her father. “Daddy—” Max rises to his feet, chest heaving. “You.” He points at me as he bares his teeth. “Sir,” I start before he cuts me off. “Don’t you sir me. Who do you think you are touching my daughter—” “Daddy!” Olivia cries out, the beeping on the machine she’s attached to going wild. “I love him.” Max tears his murderous glare from me. His features soften as he stares as her sadly. “Oh, sweetheart. What have you done?” Olivia, ever the brave girl, reaches for me. I go to her. How could I not? I lace my fingers together with hers and I ignore the hiss from her father. “I love her too,” I say, my tone fierce. “I’m going to take care of her and our baby.” Max trembles with rage. “You motherfuck—” “Okay, boys,” Dr. Allen grumbles. “That’s enough. Don’t make me call security. Miss Rowe is going to need both of you. If you get kicked out, then she’ll have no one.” Both Max and I sober up. “Sir,” I bite out, my gaze meeting his furious one. “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. Her.” His jaw clenches. “Daddy,” Oliva murmurs, reaching for her father. “I’m sorry I was careless and got pregnant because that upsets you. But I’m not sorry for being with Miles. He’s been good to me from the start. He loves me.” Max scrubs at his face. “Sweetheart, this isn’t how I wanted your story to go. You had potential for college and a future.” She squeezes my hand but speaks softly to him. “This is my story and it goes the way I want it to go. I’m happy. That should account for something.” His expression is pained. “That accounts for everything.” “Then let me be happy,” she whispers. Three months later… “What about Ana?” Olivia’s eyes widen and tears shimmer in them. “After my mother?” I grin and palm her still-small belly. We found out today we were having a girl. I’ve been ecstatic as fuck. “I like Anastasia.”

“It’s beautiful.” She beams at me. “Ana. I love it.” I lean forward and kiss her bare belly. When we hear voices downstairs though, she slides her shirt back down to cover herself. Seconds later it sounds like a herd of elephants running up the stairs. Caleb and Jake. They invade us like a couple of babbling monkeys. I love the excitement that lights up Caleb’s face. He’s thrilled to be an older brother. As he chatters with Olivia about the appointment today, I lie back on the bed and smile. Pride fills my chest. This is my family. Well, Jake doesn’t count, but he’s goofy and loves hard so I suppose he fits in with the rest of us. He’s good to my son which is all that matters. “Right, Dad?” Caleb asks. I lift a brow. “Hmmm?” “She won’t be allowed to date until she’s forty.” His voice is fierce and protective. It makes me wonder when my boy turned into a man. “Damn right.” Olivia laughs. “Now you know how my dad feels.” My stomach bottoms out. I’m still not kosher with her father but at least we’re speaking. He even went to the appointment with us to find out the sex. I caught him grinning when Olivia gave him the #1 Grandpa hat. He wore it with pride out of the hospital and strutted all the way to his beamer looking young as fuck and not even close to grandpa material. “You’re different,” I argue. Jake laughs and I flip him off. “I’m sure she’ll say the same thing,” Olivia challenges with an arched brow. “On that note, we’re leaving,” Caleb says with a laugh as he and Jake bolt. They know that when Olivia and I play fight, it ends up with me carrying her up to my room like a caveman and keeping her pinned to the bed until morning. Our room. Our bed. It’s surreal that she’s moved in with me. I smile every time I see something new of hers taking up what used to be my lonesome space. Olivia fills the holes with light and love and joy. “She’s never leaving,” I utter again, my sharp gaze trained on her as I start tugging at her shirt. She giggles when I toss away the garment and press kisses along her stomach. “What if she says she’ll run away,” she asks. “I’ll convert the cell room into her bedroom.”

She snorts and slaps at my head. Pregnant or not, my woman still loves to get kinky and use the special rooms so I know she won’t allow that to happen. “You will not.” I smirk as I peel off her shorts and panties. Our argument continues until I’m sliding my cock inside her tight channel. She’s hot and throbbing and mine. “I love you,” she breathes as I thrust hard into her. “So much.” I nip at her lips, enjoying how sweet she always tastes. “I love you too, damsel.” Her gaze darkens as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “I’m ready to get fucked hard, villain.” Snagging her wrists, I pin them roughly to the bed and nearly come when her pussy clenches hard in response. “All you had to do was say so. You sure you can handle it?” Her brow lifts and fuck is she ever sexy. “You sure you can handle it?” “Absofuckinglutely.”

Epilogue Olivia When I first saw Miles Reynolds, it was an instant spark. A crackle of connection. Two souls that accidentally linked when they weren’t supposed to. The romantic in me calls that love at first sight. It’d only ever happened once in my life. Something special and unique. Until it happened again. I press a kiss to Ana’s soft forehead and stare deeply into her green eyes that exactly match mine. I’m obsessed. Can’t stop staring at our beautiful girl. “You’re lucky,” Sophia says from the other end of the sofa. I tear my gaze from my newborn daughter and glance up at my sister. Ever since the accident last year, she’s been different. Soph isn’t playful and happy. She doesn’t tell funny jokes or silly stories. She simply broods. And sometimes, her eyes cloud over and it doesn’t seem like she’s even with us. Despite going through physical therapists every few months, she continues to walk with a slight limp and softball is out of the question. I don’t think she’s interested in college or anything. “You’ll find someone. I thought you liked that guy Brody from school,” I say, flashing her a smile. Her lips don’t twitch and her eyes seem to glaze over. “He’ll graduate and go off to some fancy college. I’ll still be stuck here.” “Daddy will send you to whichever college you want.” I know this, because despite everything that happened with Miles and I, he still insists on me getting my education. Getting scholarships for softball for Soph would have been a bonus, but Daddy always planned to pay for her if that fell through. She opens her mouth to respond when Miles and Drew waltz in from the back patio where they’ve been getting the grill started. Miles struts over to me looking handsome as ever. His white T-shirt molds to his sculpted chest making him a lot more tempting to taste than the steaks he’s planned to cook. When he nears, I reach for him. He takes my hand with the heavy diamond sitting on my finger that states I belong to him until death do us part, and kisses it. “How’s my angel?” “I’m fine,” I tease. He grins and bends over to kiss our baby on the forehead. “You’re no angel.” Thoughts of the night before flood through me, causing heat to rush to my core. I

haven’t been released from the doctor yet to have sex but that didn’t stop Miles from licking on my clit until I screamed so hard I woke Ana. “How’s Stephanie doing?” Drew asks my sister. She gives him a fake smile before dropping it altogether. “I’m sure she’ll drop me soon.” We all frown. Sophia goes through more physical therapists than anyone. Her anger has made her an impossible patient. Even though Drew’s practice is a large one with many physical therapists, Sophia has bounced through all of them. Daddy and I’d hoped Stephanie could help her. “Why?” Drew demands, his hands on his hips. “Did you call her names too?” My sister has the sense to look embarrassed. “Her tough love approach is just as annoying as Tabitha’s soft love approach.” Drew shakes his head in irritation. “They’re only trying to help. You’re being uncooperative. And if you keep it up, you’ll have that limp forever. Is that what you want? Don’t be a fucking crybaby.” Sophia hisses. “Whatever, ass. Maybe you just hire shitty people who don’t know how to do their jobs!” Slowly, and with rage radiating from her, she rises from the couch and hobbles from the room. “She’s been through every single therapist I have,” he grumbles. Miles sits beside me and hugs me to his side. “Maybe you could stop playing boss for five minutes and help her. You’re good at what you do.” The thought of my sister and Drew fighting three times a week makes me cringe. They get into a heated argument every time they see each other. He calls her a crybaby and she calls him an ass before one of them storms out. Every. Single. Time. “Drew,” Miles starts but his best friend waves him off. “I have a new therapist starting Monday. Maybe James can help her,” he snaps before storming into the kitchen to get the steaks to put on the grill. Once he’s back outside, I turn to look at my handsome husband. My father still hates him, I think, but when Miles made an honest woman out of me, Daddy’s anger lessened. He even married us in his office. It was special and ours. “Caleb called earlier,” Miles says as he takes Ana into his arms. I melt every time at seeing the tiny little thing held so carefully in his strong arms. “He said his economics class is killing him. Mostly he wanted to know how school was going for you.” I like the online college courses so they seem easy to me. “I have all As so far.” “Of course you do,” he says with a crooked grin that has my panties melting. “I told him as much too.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Braggart.” He shrugs. “It’ll make him work harder. Kid loves a challenge.” “Like his dad,” I say with a smile. “Believe it or not, damsel, you were pretty easy to conquer.” Snorting, I playfully swat at his shoulder before curling up against his warm side. “Oh, villain,” I say with a sigh. “I’m the one who conquered you.” “Seems I have the story wrong then,” he teases, leaning forward to kiss me. I brush my lips against his. “As long as Ana knows our story was one of love and passion, I don’t think it matters who conquered who or who saved who. All that matters is that we found each other in the end.” “You may have conquered my heart,” he mutters. “But next week when the doctor clears you, I’m going to conquer your body over and over again.” “So romantic,” I tease with a grin. “It doesn’t count if you save the damsel from her distress if you caused the distress in the first place.” His chocolate eyes flicker with darkness and heat. “Nothing about the way I own your pussy will be distressing,” he assures me with a feral growl. “Nothing.” “My hero,” I say with a giggle. He brushes a strand of hair away from my eyes and devours me with a fierce, possessive stare I’ve come to love so much. “I’m your motherfucking villain, baby.” “Even better.” * * * * *

Acknowledgments A gigantic thanks to Carina Press and their awesome team for taking a chance on my books and me. It’s been such a joy and honor working with you all! Thank you to my husband…you’re always an inspiration and I love you so much! A huge thank you to my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You all are insanely supportive and I can’t thank you enough. I’m so proud that we went through this journey together. Stay Krazy with me! Thank you to my betas—you ladies rock! Also, a big thank you to Vanessa Renee Place for proofreading this story before it was sent to Carina Press. Love you! A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you to all of my blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share my stuff. You all rock! Last but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there who are willing to read my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me.

About the Author K Webster is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over fifty books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, romantic comedy, paranormal romance, dark romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her supportive husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads! Website: www.authorkwebster.com. Newsletter: eepurl.com/bllgoP

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