Page 50 of My Mistake To Make

‘You’re going have to use more words.’

‘I’m working for her, and she thinks I don’t even like her as a person. I’m trying not to, fuck, I’m trying so fucking hard not to think about her, but I can’t stop.’

‘Does she like you?’

‘The way she looks at me is a huge fucking yes to that, but she’s pissed with me for sending her mixed signals. She doesn’t come up to the house anymore and only talks to me if it’s about the construction. That’s what I wanted. I don’t need Jess on my case over this, but fuck, man, I kissed her, and the way she moaned.’

Leo laughs. ‘If only they fucking knew what those moans do to us, huh?’

‘Thing is, most of the time, I think they do, but she’s—’ I shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, but I need my best friend to talk me down from the ledge. ‘She’s never had an orgasm.’

‘How old is she?’

‘Twenty-nine.’ His shocked expression says it all. ‘I know. The guys she’s been with before were dicks, so my sisters took her to a sex shop to get all these toys and shit, but she,’ I lower my voice, ‘she doesn’t even get herself off, so I don’t know if she’s used any of it.’

‘Fuck me, man. Are you sure she’s not a virgin?’

The thought had crossed my mind. ‘I don’t think so, she was with a guy for years, but she’s got this—’

‘Innocence?’

‘Nah, more like a wariness about her. I know she doesn’t give any piece of herself unless she really wants to.’

‘And she gave a piece to you.’

‘I took it. I kissed her and didn’t ask permission, but she didn’t stop me. If I hadn’t pulled away, I know she’d have given me more.’

‘Look, I get your reluctance. I do. I know Jessie and know she can be a bitch, but you like this girl, man. I can see it in your eyes. Maybe you should see if there’s something there that’s worth pissing Jess off before deciding you can’t.’

‘I can’t risk losing Bo.’

‘You know I can’t stand that woman, Doug, but you’re an amazing dad, and she knows it. I really don’t believe she’d take Bowie away from you.’

I wish I believed that, but as Leo gets back to work, I’m more confused than ever. I can’t risk losing my daughter, but I’m terrified of losing Cara too.

No More Of Her Shit

Doug

Staring at the ceilingwith my dick in my hand, I take a deep breath. Two weeks of imagining Cara getting herself off in various ways, and I hate myself for it, but I can’t stop. The thought of watching her come on her fingers and then me sucking them clean plays on repeat, and I swear, I’m going to get fucking blisters.

I exhale and shake my head, then reach into my nightstand drawer for the lube hiding at the back.

‘Fuck it.’ I growl before squirting some into my palm and spreading it all over my cock.

I’m too far gone now to stop. Tomorrow, I think. Tomorrow will be the day that I stop jerking off over her. Right now, I give in to the strokes and the big pretty brown eyes in my mind.

The house is lookingso good. The guys I brought in to help me move it forward have been working their asses off, and it shows. It’s almost ready for Cara to move in. While I hate the idea of her living there while it’s still a work in progress, I also hate the idea of her in the cabin any longer. The construction guys have noticed her, and some of them aren’t bad-looking guys. I can reluctantly admit that. The last thing I need is for her to decide they can help her figure some things out.

I haven’t seen her. She went out of town to visit with a friend for a few nights, thank heaven for small mercies, so today is the first time I’ll get to look at her since I discovered her truth and got handed my own by Leo.

Be the one to make her come, man. Listen to her moaning your name and then tell me it’s not worth the fight. You’ll never lose Bo, but you could risk losing the girl.

I don’t know Cara well enough to know if there could be something lasting there, but something about her makes me think she’s not just someone I want to fuck. She’s different, and as much as I tell myself I don’t, I want to figure out why.

‘Okay, guys. Y’all can call it a day. I need to show the owner around, and then I’ll meet you down at the bar. Sound good?’

They all agree and start packing up, and I walk around the house, making sure it looks how I want it to look before she arrives.

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