I’ve never really been a good listener, but in this moment, I want nothing more than to obey every word of every command that slides from his deep and possessive lips.
Chapter Eight
Archer
I’m convinced now more than ever that there’s no hope for me.
I’m a monster, destined to fuck this tight, little virgin like an uncaged animal with zero self-control. Since the moment I met this sweet princess, my every thought has been consumed with her. Her breasts, her soft sweet smile, her thick thighs, the innocent way she teases and flirts.
Fuck!
My cock is rock hard when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
It’s Abigail. My daughter. The one woman I’ve been trying not to disappoint for the last twenty-four years. So far, I think I’m succeeding, and I don’t want to fuck that up.
I clear my throat and pull onto the back road that leads to the old hunting cabin my father kept secret from everyone for years. From what I understand, it’s always been run down, but since he passed, the place has really taken a beating. I’m not sure anything would be salvageable even if it were tucked away in here somewhere.
My phone rings again, and though I know I should answer it, I’m sure as hell stalling.
Why am I stalling? Nothing happened. I’m not marrying Marin. We’re not even dating. Nothing has happened.
Except for all the things that happened.
“Hey, honey.” I swallow hard as I answer the phone and wait for her response. She’s always been really good at seeing straight through me, which I’m not a fan of. “How’s school?”
“Dad, are you serious? Where are you?”
“Where am I?” I brush my hand down over my beard and stare out at the dilapidated cabin I’m about to rummage through. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the distillery. I told you I was coming into town, remember? I’m off this weekend. You made me promise you I’d come home and go fishing instead of spending the long weekend with my friends at the lake.”
Fuck.
Shit.
God damn it.
“Yeah, of course I remember.”
Wind blows against the side of my old truck, rattling through the seams.
“No, you don’t. You completely forgot, didn’t you?”
I drag in a harsh breath as I try to figure how the fuck I’m going to work all this out. My daughter should be able to come home for the weekend, and Marin… she’s not sleeping without me now. Never again.
Never again?What the hell is wrong with me?
I can’t be thinking things likenever again. Thoughts like that only lead to doing more things I shouldn’t be doing in the first place.
“You’re right.” I sigh and lean back, allowing my chest a chance to expand. “I did forget. I’m sorry. I’ll be there in less than an hour. We can go fishing this afternoon.”
No, we can’t go fishing this afternoon because I’m taking Marin into the city to get her guitar fixed.
“Actually…”
“Dad,” Abigail sighs, the hum of the distillery in the backdrop, “where are you? You’re not acting like yourself.”
“I’m at your grandfather’s old hunting cabin. Someone said his old whiskey recipe book might be out here, but… I don’t know the—”
