Chapter Six
Walker
What the fuck am I doing?
I’m carrying a cheese plate across the house for my student. The student I offered a research assistant position to help me with a book. The student whose scent is now tattooed on my brain.
I’m not this guy. I’m not the guy that thinks with his cock. I lost fucking restraint. Her pussy is a fucking drug, and it unleashed something inside of me.
A monster. An animal. Urges, I’ve never felt before.
I had to have it. I had to taste it. I had to have her scent on me, sunk into my beard, rubbed all over my face.
Good fucking God!
My cock stiffens again at the thought of it. At the thought of going further. At the thought of sliding into her little, virgin pussy and spreading her wide for the very first time.
What the hell just happened?I told her to touch herself every time I saidenergy.I need more than a cheese plate at a moment like this. I need to set all this straight. I need to apologize. I need to save her from me before I ruin us both.
I’m planning what I’ll say in my head when I step out onto the back porch and see my brother Silas sitting at the table with her, a massive grin on his face.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
“Been here for a while, big brother. Knocked a couple times, tried calling, figured you were out on the back porch like you are sometimes, so I let myself in.” His gaze darts away then back again, the grin never leaving his face. “I heard some noise, so I decided to wait out here. I was just getting to know your date.”
I swallow hard and narrow my gaze toward him before setting the cheese plate onto the table.
My brain is fucked. I totally forgot he was coming with this recipe shit. Also, as much as I’d love for that little girl in the thin tank top to bemydate, she can’t be. She’s my student. A very off-limits, far too young for me… student.
“Oh,” Rosie shakes her head and smiles sweetly, “I’m not his date. I’m just here to help with some ideas for his book.”
Silas offers me an all-knowing grin. “Wow. Well, it sounds like you two were doing a lot ofresearchwhen I walked in.”
“Why are you like this?” I groan and shake my head. “Why don’t you stay at a hotel tonight? We’ll go over Dad’s book in the morning. I’ll pay for the room.”
“That’s okay.” Rosie stands, her cheeks like her name. “I should go anyway. My dad has been texting me since I left. I need to see what’s going on.”
I don’t know much about her life, except what she told me in the classroom this morning. From what I know, it sounds like she’s got a lot of responsibility on her shoulders. Responsibility she shouldn’t have to carry with a parent. She’s young. She deserves more freedom, a chance to live her own life. I remember those days.
“Are you sure, ‘cause Silas was just leaving.”
“Silas actually just got here.” My brother laughs as he tugs on the front of his red flannel button down. The man has a different colored flannel for every day of the week. “He needs help deciphering some notes in an old whiskey book.”
“Whiskey book?” Rosie twists her hair to the side of her shoulder. “Is this for your distillery?”
I nod. “You were there last weekend with your great aunt, right?”
She smiles. “I love my time with her. She’s the sweetest. That whiskey was way too harsh, though. I’m not a huge drinker, but my dad used to be into making his own moonshine before my mom died. She didn’t like it, but I was his little assistant. He put me in charge of the simple syrup.” She reaches across the table and picks up the old leather-bound journal my dad used to keep. “Is this the one we’re trying to decipher? Apple pie whiskey?”
Silas nods and Rosie scans the recipe slowly, then flips to the other pages. “Yeah, see,” she points to a line with‘SS’written in weathered text, “he doubled the simple syrup in every recipe. The people that liked this stuff also loved sugar.” She grins. “I bet he added it to the end with some lemon to keep it from raising the osmotic pressure. If it gets too high, you’ll get a dirty gym sock taste.”
I narrow my brows and stare at the girl I can’t get enough of. “I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be. It was the start of my dad’s drinking problem.” She shrugs. “He needs rehab, but I can’t talk him into it. There’s always an excuse.”
Silas laughs. “It was the start of our dad’s drinking problem too.”
“Exactly why I didn’t want to endorse the place,” I run my hand back through my hair, “but my brothers were insistent on the idea. The whole thing has turned into a shitshow.”
