Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I told myself I’d stay away. Keep my hands clean. But when she walks through the trailer wearing only my t-shirt, looking at me like I’m her whole world, I can’t fight it anymore.
She deserves college, friends her own age, a life untouched by a grease-stained mechanic like me.
They’ll say it’s wrong. That I ruined her. But the truth is simpler.
Katie is mine. Always was, always will be
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1
CAMERON
“I knew I was going to hell the moment I saw her.”
She’s wearing my T-shirt. The worn fabric swallowing her tiny frame, its hem landing barely midway down her soft thighs. And I don’t buy for a second that she’s wearing it because her mom hasn’t done laundry in two weeks. No, she’s wearing it because she knows what it does to me.
I should not be looking at her the way I am, my eyes narrow and focused on how my shirt rides up every time she moves, reaches for something that’s a little too high for her.
Every time she does, the sexy little cleft where her ass meets her thighs is exposed, filling my head with thoughts I should not be having.
And why not? She’s eighteen. A woman capable of consent.
But no, that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m dating her mother.
Mercedes sprawls on the couch, her bottle of wine already half-empty, and it’s only mid-afternoon. Black mascara is smudged below her eyes. I lean against the counter, watching her daughter as she cleans up the mess her mom made on last night’s bender.
She’s such a good girl. Doing her best to be responsible, to make do. To take care of all the things her mother should be handling.
She’s barely legal, for Christ’s sake, and in three months when I turn thirty-six, I’ll be twice her goddamn age. But what am I supposed to do? Katie is an absolute goddess, prancing around just begging me to breed her.
I run my hand under the faucet and slick my hair back with the cold water, trying to calm my hunger. But when I see how the afternoon light catches the curve of her hip, the lust that’s been rising inside me since I first set eyes on her spikes to new levels.
She’s nothing like her mother, who is testy and rough. Despite the failings of her upbringing, Katie still somehow moves like an angel through the cramped space of the trailer. She hasn’t been ruined…yet.
“Cam!” Her mom’s voice cuts through my daydream, her tone slurred and demanding, like I’m her butler. “Another bottle!”
I don’t move. My eyes remain fixed on Katie as she turns. She catches me staring, and color floods her cute little cheeks. It’s real, not the artificial blush of her mother’s drugstore makeup, and it sends blood rushing to my cock.
I don’t know why I’m still with Mercedes. She’s a completely different woman than the one I met. I sometimes wonder, would I still be here if Katie wasn’t around?
“Did you hear me, Cam?” Mercedes snaps.
“Get it yourself,” I snap back, my voice rough like sandpaper.
Katie’s eyes widen. Nobody talks to her mom like that. Not even previous boyfriends, the parade of losers that they were.
But I’m no loser. I have plans. I’m not going to be a mechanic on payroll forever. I’m going to open a garage of my own—be somebody.
Not that Katie believes me. I see the weary skepticism in her eyes when she looks at me. She thinks I’m like the rest of her mother’s past bad decisions. And honestly, I don’t blame her.
Mercedes mutters something foul under her breath, gets up, and stumbles to the kitchen herself. On her way, she shoulders Katie just hard enough to cause her to stumble. My jaw clenches tight.
“Hey, watch it,” I growl.
Mercedes just laughs. “Protective of my little daughter, Cam? Who are you? Superman?” She grabs her bottle of wine, then drags a fingernail across my jaw as she passes. “Just remember who warms your bed at night.”
That’s bullshit. Mercedes and I have never consummated our relationship—if it could even be classified as one. Most nights she’s too drunk to do anything but pass out. Not that I care. The moment I saw Katie, everything about her mom became background noise.
Katie’s plump little ass shakes as she fills the dishwasher, pretending not to hear me argue with her mom. But I see the tension in her slim shoulders, the way her hands shake slightly as she moves.
Without thinking, I go over and hand her a dish towel. My bulge pulses hard against the fly of my jeans and nearly presses against the bump of her ass as her scent floods my senses, driving me into a frenzy.
I’m a bad, bad man…
“You don’t have to clean up after her,” I whisper, my breath stirring her hair.
“Someone has to,” she replies softly.
She turns slightly, and suddenly we’re close. Too close, staring into each other’s eyes like something out of a movie.
I see her pulse pounding in her throat, her lips parting slightly. Christ, I can’t even imagine how good they’d feel wrapped around my hard-on. And matched with those innocent eyes that have no business looking at me the way they are right now…
No, Cam. She’s off-limits. You’ll ruin her. I know this, and yet somehow, that just turns me on even more.