Page 18 of Big Red

I snap myself out of my thoughts and head for the door. As soon as her eyes land on me, she gives me a shy smile, and her cheeks turn beet red.

My dick is now at full attention. The sweatpants I’m wearing do not entirely hide the enlarged length. Her eyes drop down my body. Her mouth parts open when she scans my bare torso.

Alice almost looks like she is stuck in a trance, eyeing me. I work out regularly, so needless to say, I’m ripped with muscles.

My dick is trying its best to break through these pants and find a nice warm place between her legs.

When her eyes move lower, and she notices the bulge in my pants, her eyes widen to the size of saucers.

A smirk stretches across my lips. It takes a lot of strength to not laugh at how shocked she looks. I know I’m bigger than the average man. Probably way bigger than that fucker she’s been with.

“Can I help you?” I finally ask.

Alice's head jerks up, but she can’t even look me in the eyes. Not liking her looking away from me, I decided to step out onto the porch. When I’m only a few inches from her, I lean forward and hover over her.

“Alice?”

She swallows before bringing her gaze to mine. “Umm… I was over at Sara’s, and Cara asked if Sara could come over and do Cindy’s hair. Cindy called Cara first, but the triplets broke into the pantry and decided to cover themselves in flour. Saracouldn’t come because Elena had a bit of a diaper explosion, so… I volunteered to do it,” she rushes out.

Her breathing is coming in a little faster, but something tells me it's not from fear. Even though she can barely look me in the eyes, she keeps sneaking glances at my torso.

If she doesn’t stop staring at me like this, all the willpower I’ve been holding to will be dismantled. And she will find herself full of my cock.

Fuck. I bet she would be so tight and wet for me.

I’m standing here envisioning burying myself so deep inside her when I realize I didn’t say anything back. I open my mouth to tell her that it's not necessary if she doesn’t want to do it, but someone clearing their throat has me turning around.

“I want curls today. Can you do that?” Cindy asks.

“Cindy!” I scold her.

“What? We’ve already discussed this, Dad. You can't do hair and Alice is offering. Don’t be rude.”

Alice snickers and turns to face Cindy. She doesn’t even bother to wipe the smile off her face.

“You think that’s funny?” I ask with a raised brow.

Alices brings her thumb and forefinger close together. “Just a little bit. And to answer your question, Cindy, yes, I can do curls.”

Knowing this decision has already been made, I hold the door open for Alice, and she follows Cindy to the bathroom. I sit in the living room, pretending to be engrossed with something on my phone, but I really just want to eavesdrop.

I watch as the two talk like two long-lost friends—little jokes here and there. Alice asks her about school and her interests outside of school. Their conversation flows easily. Alice answers every question Cindy throws her way and doesn’t seem the least bit annoyed.

“Did your mom teach you how to do hair?” Cindy suddenly asks.

Alice's hand freezes midway through a curl before she pulls the curling iron away. My brows pinch together at the look of sadness in her eyes.

“No.” She takes a deep breath before grabbing another strip of Cindy's hair. “I never knew my mom.”

Cindy gasps with wide eyes. “Really?”

Alice nods. “After I was born, she didn’t think she was ready for motherhood, so she dropped me off to my father. I never heard from her again.”

Cindy looks at Alice with understanding. A part of me wants to break this conversation up. I know how the mention of Chloe can turn Cindy’s mood for days. But something deep down inside of me is telling me to let this play out. So, I sit back and listen.

“My mom left us too.”

“Yeah?”

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