The realization that I am beginning to obsess over her is alarming. I don’t even know when it happened, when the pull of her became a need, but something needs to save me before it is too late.
My hardened cock strains against my jeans and I shift my pants to give me some room. A groan escapes my lips at the touch. Fuck I am so sensitive right now. The way her body curves so perfectly around mine. We fit so well together.
I could feel her warmth between her legs and I wanted nothing more than to sink myself inside her. My thoughts only make my dick harder and I let out a breath, getting up from the chair. I need to go inside before I touch myself under the stars where anyone can see.
As I walk into the house, I have half a thought to get Blake from my room so I can have my way with her, but remembering Charlie is inside, I think better of it. Now is not the time. Blake isn’t ready for me.
I sulk to the other side of the house where my guest bedroom is and get undressed for bed. As I slip beneath the sheets, my thoughts slide back to the way Blake’s body feels against mine.
The way her lips looked in the moonlight and how she parted them slightly when she glanced down at mine. I stick my hand into the front of my underwear and grip the base of my cock. She wanted to kiss me. I know she did. And I would have let her if she would have leaned in a little closer.
I slowly stroke myself from base to tip. My lips part as I think about what it would feel like to watch her take me inside of her mouth. I imagine her on her knees between my legs like on the side of the road and me shoving my dick between her lips.
She would be so good for me. She would do exactly as Daddy says.
I pick up my pace at the thought of her taking me all the way to the back of her throat.Fuck you feel so good, baby. You are doing so well, princess.I would praise her. She would deserve all of the praise for how good she would do.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere, as the pleasure starts in my back and then my balls tighten. I only have half a breath before I pull the covers back and grab the tissues next to the bed. I almost blew my load all over my damn sheets.
Once the pleasure subsides I make myself comfortable and do my best to fall asleep with the thoughts of her running through my mind.
The following morning, a loud bang crashes outside my window. I sneak over to the side of it and rest my back against the wall. Checking through the blinds, I spot Viper walking toward the house. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and put on a pair of pants.
I leave the spare bedroom and make a beeline for the front door, ready to punch him in the nose. With my hand on the knob, I stop mid-turn when I hear a whisper from the kitchen. “Come on, mama. We have to clean this kitchen up, or Mr. Hunter will be angry with us.”
What?
I strain to listen. After another moment, I hear Charlie whisper again. “I don’t want him to yell like Daddy does.”
I would never.The thought alone makes my stomach churn.
“Mr. Hunter is not like your father, sweetheart. But it would be nice of us to clean the kitchen for him, huh?” Blake answers her.
You’re damn right I’m not. I am no monster who terrorizes the people I claim to love.
The front door opens, and Viper nearly runs headfirst into my back. “Why the heck are you standing in front of the door, man?”
I glare at him. He just gave away my damn position. Now Blake will know I was standing here like a creep. “I was heading to take a shower, asshole. I can’t help it that you walk around with your nose pointed to the ground.” I push past him and head toward my bedroom.
As I round the corner of the hallway, Charlie’s voice booms from the kitchen. “Mr. Hunter!” she squeals and rushes after me.
I stop and turn around to face her, but she doesn’t even stop a beat before wrapping her little arms around my legs and giving me a huge hug. I am paralyzed. She leans back and looks up at me with a smile. “Me and Mommy are cleaning the kitchen.”
I pat the top of her head and brush a loose strand from her face. “That is very kind of you guys. But I helped make the mess. Shouldn’t I help clean it up?”
“It’s the least we can do for you, letting us stay here,” Blake says from the sink, wiping her arm with a rag.
“You don’t owe me anything for this, Crash. Don’t be silly.” I hate that she feels like she owes me.
She lets out a huff and turns around to face me. “You are never going to let it go, are you?”
“Why do you call Mama ‘Crash’?” Charlie asks, and I chuckle.
I reach down, pick her up into my arms, and carry her into the kitchen with us. “Well, you see, little Charlikins, your mother is a very bad driver.”
Charlie laughs, but Blake hits me with a wet rag. “I am not!”
I side-eye Charlie and nod my head. This causes Charlie to laugh louder, and then Viper walks into the kitchen killing the mood. Why is he even here right now? I just wanted to enjoy my time with them for as long as I could without being interrupted.
