Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
My heart ticks away in some crazy Morse code, but I push away the message it’s trying to send.
She blinks, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed. She’s a fucking knockout, and even if I was in the market, I know she’s out of my league. Besides the age difference of twelve years, I’ve never been known for my looks. I’m thick, solid and sure, if you took my picture from the neck down, I might understand how someone would find the body somewhat attractive, but my face is another matter.
Being into extreme sports since my teen years, and later into extreme wilderness excursions, I’ve broken my nose three times, dislocated my jaw once and cracked my eye socket when my carabiner snapped as I climbed the sheer face of a mountain in South America, five hundred miles from the nearest hospital.
I straightened it myself the best I could, and it healed like you’d think.
“So, big brother.” She smiles and that tightness in my chest turns into a sharp pain. God, I want her to call me that when I’m ten inches deep in her hot little baby maker. “Ready to make sure your little sister gets home safe and sound?”
My temples start to pound. She’s playing with me. I get it, and I’m here for it. But, on the other hand, I know I’m getting myself into something I shouldn’t.
Besides my daughter, my only focus right now is my new position as director of Camp WanderLust. It will be my other baby for the next couple years, trying to turn it into a reality show worthy wilderness experience.
I’ve made a name for myself on YouTube, and although my social media celebrity has its downside, it’s allowed my bank account to flourish. When Hailey’s mom’s illness turned south, and I realized parenting was going to become full-time, it was a no-brainer to pivot to a life designed for more stability while still keeping my feet in the wild world that I love.
The only woman in my life would be my daughter.
“This way.” I reach for my little Daisy Duke fairy, loving the way she twines her delicate fingers between my knotty, calloused ones. I scoop up her bag, and lead the way.
I won’t deny I’m as happy as a pig in shit to get her out of here before I have to lay out one of the locals for eye fucking her in those barely-there shorts and tied-up shirt.
She toddles behind me, scuffing her cowboy boots with every unsteady step, until I weave us through the crowd and out the door into the cool night air.
The change of atmosphere gives me a momentary reset, grateful for a cleansing breath and a look at the dark, star-filled sky.
Outside, her cherry scent mixes with the smell of the pine forest that blankets the top of the Michigan border, and I know I’d give my left nut to get a lick of her.
She squeezes my fingers and I feel it down into my balls.
“Look,” she says, her manner turning serious, although it’s hard to take anything she says right now as gospel. From the thickness of her words and the sway in her steps, she’s clearly under the influence.
She scratches at her neck, then fiddles with the gold four leaf clover pendant around her neck, zipping it back and forth on the chain a few times as we walk through the parking lot toward the street.
“I’m staying at the Black Swan bed and breakfast, just over there.” She points an unsteady finger across the street, but I saw the place she’s talking about when I drove through town last week. It’s across the park, down about a block certainly within walking distance but there’s no fucking way I’m letting her walk there without me.
“Got it.” I want to ask her why she and her friend are in town, because no way they’re local, but knowing more about her is only going to make it harder to leave her there and walk away. “I’ll make sure you get home safe, just like I said.”
God, I wonder if she’s wet.
Stop thinking about her fucking pussy dipshit. You’re walking her back, that’s it.
“I want to ask you something…brother.” She blinks up at me as I slow my steps, my strides three times the length of hers.
Just thinking of walking her to the bed and breakfast has heat charging up the back of my neck. The way her thighs are rubbing together as we walk is fucking distracting, and I steal a long, depraved look at the way her round ass is working the back of those shorts, the curved bottoms of her cheeks hanging out, making it hard to breathe.
“Ask away,” I grumble, unsure what her question is going to be but already knowing it’s going to be trouble.