Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I kiss him. “For you. I’m wet for you.”
He moves over me, lines himself up, and slides inside me. His eyes are on mine, and he doesn’t look away as he takes me.
The pleasure mounts, and my head goes back as I clench my eyes, but he stops. “Eyes on me, Faith. I need your eyes on me when I make love to you.”
My heart gallops in my chest at his choice of words, but I give him what he wants and don’t look away. Not when he brings me to orgasm over and over again and not when he finishes inside me.
He’s hovering over me, kissing me, and when he pulls back, he demands, “Stay the night with me.”
“But—” I start, but he shakes his head.
“I want to sleep with you by my side. I want to roll over in the middle of the night, have you again, and I want to wake up to you in my arms.”
How can I say no to that? “Okay.”
He kisses me until I’m breathless, and I pull away. “One condition.”
He nods. “Anything.”
“Feed me.”
He chuckles. “Done.”
As he pulls me from the bed, talking about showering with me, I decide I’m just going to soak it all in. I know this is not a forever thing, but tonight, I’m going to pretend it is.
CHAPTER 13
DIXON
There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of a shotgun being cocked.
I peel open one eye, and my worst nightmare has come to life. Charlie Allen is standing over me while his daughter has her naked body pressed against mine.
He’s staring at me down the barrel of his rifle and he’s spitting mad. “I’m going to kill you, Dixon Chase.”
Faith gasps, and I wrap an arm around her. “Now calm down, Charlie.”
“Get the hell away from my daughter.”
I kiss Faith’s forehead. “Stay here, princess.”
Charlie growls, and I get out of the bed, making sure to keep Faith covered. I stand up buck naked and pull my jeans up my legs. Charlie is shaking the gun at me. “I trusted you. She’s my daughter… She’s not some buckle bunny.”
I hold my hands up. “I know she’s not, Charlie.”
“What were you thinking?”
Faith raises up, holding the sheet to her chest. “Dad, stop it. I came on to him. This was my idea.”
Charlie won’t even look at his daughter. “Honey, stop. This is not your fault.”
She climbs out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her. “Dad, stop it. I’m a grown woman even if you don’t want to treat me like one. This is not Dixon’s fault.”
I put my hand on Faith’s bare shoulder. “Faith, baby, please let me handle this.”
Charlie shakes the gun at me. I know he won’t shoot me even if he wants to. “Get your fuckin’ hands off my daughter.”
“Dad! Stop it right now. Look, this is between me and Dixon. We both went into this knowing what it is, and we’re both happy with the situation.”
But Charlie is not hearing any of it. “You’re ten years older than her, Dixon.”
I put an arm around Faith and pull her against me. She’s surprised, but I don’t let her go. “Charlie, listen to me and listen real close. I love your daughter.”
Father and daughter both gasp. Faith’s eyes bug out of her head as she peers up at me. “Dixon?”
I wish the first time I’d told her, we were alone and could talk about it, but it is what it is. “Charlie, listen. Give us five minutes. Let us get dressed, and I’ll meet you outside. I just need you to listen to what I have to say, and if you still want to shoot me or hit me with the butt of your gun, you can. I won’t fight you.”
“Dixon!” Faith gasps.
I squeeze her shoulder. “Honey, it’s okay. You’re his daughter, and I can’t blame him for this. One day when we have a daughter, I’m going to ground her until she’s thirty-five.”
Speechless, her mouth falls open, and she just stares up at me. I know I’m pushing my luck, but I kiss her forehead again before looking at her father. “Charlie, please. Five minutes.”
He lowers the gun and glares at me. “Parking lot in five minutes, Chase. You better show up.”
He finally looks at his daughter. “Get dressed. You’re going with me.”
I move to stand in front of Faith, and Charlie’s face twists in anger. “She’s free to go when she wants, but she’s going to stay here and get dressed. I don’t want her down there while you and me talk in case it gets ugly.”
Charlie glowers at me. “I may be old, but you won’t get the best of me. You took advantage of my daughter.”
That hurts. I thought he knew me better than that, but I have to remind myself this is his daughter. I can’t blame him for anything he’s feeling. “I won’t fight you, Charlie. No matter what you say to me, think of me, or do to me, I won’t fight you.”