Page 25 of Calling the Shots

Damn, Gracelyn lived up to her nickname. When I called her Firecracker, I had no idea just how accurate that title is. She’s absolute fire, alright. Wild and responsive, fucking without restraint. Her body lighting up everywhere I touched. The woman’s sexy as hell, with those luscious, creamy tits and that perfect peach of an ass. The way her ivory skin turned pink with the slightest smack, her breath catching as I squeezed the soft globes of her cheeks.

She’s an amazing woman. Someone I’d very much like to be with again.

And when she called me Daddy? Yeah, that did something to me too.

A new kink unlocked.

Good god, Mack. She’s your next-door neighbor’s DAUGHTER.

This is a very bad idea. A terrible idea.

I should one thousand percent delete her number and pretend nothing happened between us last night. Let her down easy and never go there again. Leave it as a one-time thing, an itch we had to scratch and get out of our systems.

Find someone my own age to play kinky games with. Not a hot, curvy woman ten years my junior. Everyone in town’s gonna talk, and I don’t much care for being the subject of gossip.

Mack: How’d you sleep, baby girl?

My thumb hits send before good sense kicks in. Clearly thinking with my smaller head this morning.

Silence.

She’s probably still sleeping. I roll out of bed and stretch, my spine cracking like it always does these days. That’s what happens when the game of football’s been your life for the better part of almost twenty years. Lots of creaking and groaning—much like the vintage furniture people hire me to repair—especially first thing in the morning.

I lumber out to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee, add a splash of creamer. The sun’s barely peeking over the horizon, the first golden rays of light filtering through the old oak in the yard. The tree’s still green, but the leaves are starting to think about changing. In a few weeks, all of Thunder Creek will be ablaze in reds, oranges, and golds, the air moving from hot and humid to crisp and cool.

Fall is upon us.

The busiest season, with football taking up most of my free time. Another good reason to stop this situation with Gracelyn before it gets going.

I don’t have time to date.

Kinda bullshit, but seems like as good a reason as any.

Buzz, buzz.I stare at my cell, vibrating on the table. Much as I’d like to deny it, my heart’s beating faster than normal, and it’s not from the caffeine in one lousy cup of coffee.

Blowing out a breath, I pick up the phone and read the text.

Firecracker: Fine. Probably a good thing you left last night

Mack: Why?

Firecracker: I bet you snore

Chuckling, I shake my head in disbelief. This woman’s something else.

Mack: For the record, I do not snore

Firecracker: How do you know? You’re asleep

Mack: No one’s ever mentioned it before

Firecracker: Probably didn’t want to hurt your feelings

Firecracker: Guess you’ll never really know…

Damn, now she has me second-guessing my own sleeping habits.

Mack: Are you volunteering as tribute?

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