I waited for a car to pass us, then stepped forward and grabbed his dick. It wasn’t at full mast, but it was firm. Ready for me.
Moose moaned and settled his hands on my shoulders. He squeezed hard, perhaps warning me to play nice with the family jewels, but he didn’t push me away.
“This says otherwise.” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I don’t have the time. Not this week. You don’t get to tell me when I can meet up with you.” He rested a hand on the back of my neck, almost as if he didn’t want me to get away, and I rewarded him by giving his dick a teasing squeeze.
“You haven’t met up with me, that’s the problem.” I licked his jaw, luxuriating in the taste of salt and the smell of fresh wood. “You enjoyed me telling you what to do just fine. Taking you where I wanted. Fucking you how I wanted.”
He snorted and scowled. However, he also rocked his hips. “What, you want someone to listen to you and call you Daddy?” Fury tangled up in his wistful tone and fed me a small new, exciting piece of the puzzle that made up Moose.
“Perhaps I do.” I shivered.
“How did you find me?” He studied me, sunshine glinting in his eyes, making them gleam a fiery brown.
“Very, very easily.”
He glared at me and gasped as another car passed. The man inside stared at him with huge eyes while moving on by.
I kissed him while he wasn’t paying attention.
Moose shoved me, and I pushed him against the Maserati. I wasn’t stupid. Moose caved. Before I knew it, I was bruising my lips nearly raw on his stubble as I gave him a sloppy kiss full of pent-up frustration.
“We can’t fuck here . . . Daddy.” He nipped my bottom lip.
Raw, trembling desire blasted me out of nowhere and turned my stomach into liquid steel, almost too hot to handle. My cock throbbed, going from interested to painfully close to blasting off.
God, this was so fucking fun. I wanted it to go on forever. A pang of sadness snapped me out of things just long enough for Moose to suck on my tongue and coax me back in.
Fuck, I need to keep my head in the game.
This might be fun, but I already had his tombstone picked out.
5
MOOSE
Daddy. What the hell was I thinking? I had enough issues without calling him fuckingDaddy. Yet the word slipped out of my mouth so easily that it almost felt natural. And how fucked up was that?
I had bigger problems, though. Some of the guys who lived in the trailer park worked at the lumber mill, and if any of them drove past and saw me with Zayn’s tongue down my throat, there’d be hell. I couldn’t afford to get kicked out of Lakeview, especially because Mom had lost her job—again—and Ginny needed stability.
I’d done as many shifts as my body allowed, paying off the rent for the trailer that was overdue, and I was sore. My shoulders ached. I was drowning. Mom had been responsible once. She’d been a registered nurse. The only reason we’d moved to the park was for her and Dad to save money for a house. I’d been younger, had just turned eighteen, and I remembered how I’d looked up to her. My mother. The greatest woman alive. A true superhero who saved lives.
My parents had been in love and my dad worshiped her as much as I had. He’d worked at the lumber mill like me. He was a machine operator. Mom and Dad promised me we’d only be in the park for a year, maximum, and I’d thought of it as an adventure. Until it wasn’t.
My dad’s death at work hit us as hard as a cement wall at a hundred miles per hour. Mom’s mental health deteriorated and she resorted to beer.
Alcohol—manmade poison and a fake Band-Aid for someone’s mental injuries.
So, what started out temporary became permanent. My world fell right off its axis.
Mom started doing things that weren’t typical for her—sleeping around. She got pregnant and cleaned up. After Ginny was born, I became her father figure because Mom crumbled again and went right back to drinking. Now, we were in a rut with Mom struggling to get on the sober bandwagon and keep a job while I helped pay for our shitty lifestyle.
I’d never allowed myself the luxury of a man. At least, not until I’d tried with Roger the Dodger, but that had all gone up in smoke. I wasn’t going to hold my breath with Zayn. He was rich, hot as fuck, and charming. He had plenty of options.
I shoved away from him, my mind spinning with all the reasons this was wrong. “Don’t you have some cute little asses to fuck instead?”
I shot him a glare and forced myself to take a step to the side toward my car, but my knees were shaky. I pressed backward until I was able to lean on the Subaru for support. Zayn was intoxicating and that made him dangerous. He was a man I couldn’t risk in my life, which was why I’d been grateful that work kept me busy so I couldn’t think about him. Now he was here. I hadn’t expected that. I thought after all the missed callsand ignored texts, he’d let it go and find someone else to mess with.
