Page 7 of One Reckless Summer

“They card you when you came in here?” I growl, unsure why I care if she’s underage. Unless, of course, she’s under-under age. Because that would make me a depraved asshole and a possible felon if my control snaps, which, right now, is quite possible.

My mating instinct doesn’t seem to care about her age, but I remind myself it doesn’t matter. I’m not touching her.

“I’m twenty-one, big brother. Don’t worry, I’m legal. Barely.” She adds a wink and my cock practically comes through my zipper. “Bottoms up.”

She raises one of the shots toward my face, but even with her arm fully extended, her hand barely reaches my chin. I fill my lungs until they hurt as I accept the ridiculous drink, unsure how I’m ever going to live without seeing her again.

Her scent cuts through the smell of beer and greasy bar food like a sweet, dark Michigan cherry.

Cherry. That word seems to keep coming up, and it’s not helping.

Watching her lick the whipped cream from the top of the shot glass is fucking life changing. I scoop the whipped cream off the top of the shot and throw it to the floor, then bring it to my lips and swallow the sticky sweet liquid then slamming the glass on the counter as she tips hers to her for a tentative sip keeping her glazed eyes pinned to my face.

She lowers the glass an inch, a touch of the leftover white cream decorating her upper and lower lips, and all I want to do is replace it with my own warm, white cream.

“This is my third blowjob tonight,” she whispers with another wink and a deep breath, which makes her tits rise in the tight, tied up cowgirl plaid shirt, delivering another sledgehammer blow to my resolve.

I reach down and manhandle my dick, trying to find a less painful position for the swollen motherfucker as she downs the cream-covered liquor, and I swear, I already want to marry this girl.

But I can’t. I promised myself when Hailey’s mother passed away, and I took on full custody, I wouldn’t let a woman divide my attention. No evil stepmothers for my little girl. When it comes to her, I will never compromise.

She will have the upbringing I wish I had.

Being a single dad has been the best and most challenging part of my life, but I’m all in. I knew from the moment we met when she was three, I was going to dedicate the rest of my life to her.

Her mother, who I only vaguely remembered, offered to do a paternity test, but I didn’t need it. I knew in my heart that Hailey was mine. She has my green eyes and the same crooked smile as my little brother.

She is my number one, forever. First priority, no matter what my dick might be trying to convince me otherwise right now.

Even so, I glare at all the men watching Daisy, letting them know she’s off limits. Just because I won’t be deflowering her, doesn’t mean I’m going to let some other fucker have that privilege.

I reach down and run the pad of my thumb over her top lip, swiping away some left-over cream, then bring it to my mouth to suck it off. The first moment I saw her sitting on that bar stool, I was captivated. Her soft body would feel perfect under me. Diving face first between her legs would turn me inside out.

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.

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