Page 3 of Road Rage Daddy
Something in Emit’s manner changes when he sets his left hand on my hip, digging his fingertips in to hold me in place even though I haven’t moved a muscle. His voice is bizarrely soft when he says the most unbelievably ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard: “Sometimes women hide things in other places they shouldn’t.” He strokes his middle finger between my pussy lips, parting them. “Deep inside where they think no one will find them.” I bite my lip, screwing my eyes shut when he moves his hand lower until he can slip the tip of his middle finger inside me. “Where their bodies were designed to stretch to fit…all kinds of things.”
I tremble as his finger explores me, my core clenching around his forced intrusion.
Emit presses his pelvis against my lower back, propping his chin on my shoulder so that he’s speaking low in my ear when he says, “Is this where you’re hiding it, Harley?” He pushes his finger as deep as it will go with my clothes limiting his access. “Did you lube up and stretch yourself so you could hide your phone in here? Or are you hiding something else?”
I finally find my voice. “This is fucking crazy! I’m not hiding anything, much less acell phonein myvagina!”
He drops his forehead to the metal beside mine and whispers, “I don’t believe you.”
I turn my head, my cheek flat to the frame, and yell, “It doesn’t matter how hot you are—you’re fucking psychotic! Now I know why Marsha left you!”
Chapter 2
Emit
I should stop.
I can’t.
But I should.
I won’t.
The moment I realized it was Harley in the car, I knew she would be mine. Hell, even before then, when she was screaming as I stormed up to her door and wrenched it open, revealing thegorgeouslunatic with shiny brown hair and even shinier brown eyes that were glossy with tears and terror. A flash of the fury that will engulf Luther once he finds out that I’ve made his little sister mine is the cherry on top.
Harley’s not at all the scrawny kid I remember from nearly a decade ago. Back then, she was just Luther’s little sister, begging us to take her with us when we’d hang out with our friends. I always had a soft spot for her and didn’t understand why Luther treated her like a nuisance when she was so sweet and eager to follow us around while being on her best behavior.
It was plain enough to see that she was craving attention, almost desperately so, but that never bothered me. What bothered me was how Luther ignored her most of the time when he was beyond lucky to have a sibling who adored him, whereasI was an only child with parents who were rarely around enough to raise me. I’d lobby Luther to bring Harley along, getting to play her big brother—a role I was more than a little upset to lose after Luther and Marsha betrayed me.
I didn’t have the heart to tell Harley she was the very reason why Marsha ditched me, jealous of how much I doted on her—taking her out for ice cream or fast food, movie and game nights at my place, going to the water park during the summer and ice skating at the mall in the winter. Marsha picked Luther specifically to get back at the both of us.
Marsha’s accusations that I treated Harley more like a girlfriend than I did her were disgusting, and so after that, I knew it would have been too weird, inappropriate even, to hang out with her when it was just the two of us since she was a teenager and I was a grown man. So, I never reached out. Never checked on her like I should have. By the time she was an adult, she’d moved away, and I lost my chance to reconnect. It’s a regret I’ve had to live with for a long time.
Now, though, that little-sister view I had of Harley is gone. She’s all woman with slim curves and breasts that are the perfect size for my large palms, a ten out of ten knockout with her plush lips and rosy cheeks. Marsha was always a vain woman, and it will eat her alive knowing I have a younger, more beautiful woman on my arm and in my bed, even if Marsha is supposedly living happily ever after with Luther and their whelp of kids. Oh, I can’t wait to throw it in Marsha’s face that I’ll be her kids’ uncle. If Luther treats them the way he treated his sister, I’ll be more than happy to take them under my wing, too.
I’ve been preparing my home for a wife and family for the last five years, ready to settle down once I find the perfect woman. I’ve heard over and over again that a man just knows when he’s foundthe one. And here she is—already on the prowl for ahusband, for reasons beyond what I can comprehend at her age, and I’m about to give her one. She just doesn’t know it yet.
And what better excuse to feel my woman up than under the ludicrous guise of looking for her cell phone in her hot pussy? Of course, I only want it so I can destroy it and any chance of her family tracking her location in case they try to butt into our business while I make her mine—not because I was going to call them since, clearly, they’ve done a piss-poor job of raising and taking care of her.
Harley needs a man—aDaddy—with a firm hand to guide her, and that’s precisely what I’m going to give her, starting with my firm fingers in her tight cunt.
What I hadn’t expected when I shoved my hand down Harley’s tiny, thin panties was that she’d be wet. Not yet. I know the difference between lube and natural arousal, and her pussy is drenched with desire. I’m left wondering how far I can push this ruse before she starts fighting me off for real instead of the halfhearted attempts she’s been putting up. The girl hasn’t even screamed for help, as useless as it would be since there’s nothing and no one out here save for the birds.
Harley’s mouth drops open, and I feel her stomach cave in when I add a second finger. “If you’ve hidden something, baby, Daddy’s going to find it.”
“‘Daddy’?! Oh my god, stop, please! I’m not hiding anything!” A few tears skate down her cheeks, and yet her pussy stretches beautifully for my digits, growing even wetter. The noises she tries to hide as I pump my fingers in and out make my cock grow hard, pressed against her perky ass, dying to get inside her.
With her eyes clenched shut, she doesn’t see me grin when I say, “Hmm. We’ll see about that.”
Harley sags against the truck when I pull my fingers out and even whispers with relief, “Thank you.” She has no idea what’s in store for her.
Hooking Harley around her waist, I drag her to the back of my truck and drop the tailgate. I know the moment her brain catches on I’m not letting her go.
“No, no, no, no!” She tears at my arm with her nails, trying to dig her feet into the ground to stop me when I lift her a few inches and press her hips against the edge of the tailgate, then force her to bend over with my hand gripping the back of her neck. “Why are you doing this?”
I smirk as I tug her jeans and panties down, shoving them past her knees so they fall to her ankles. “Need a better angle to go deeper to find out what you’re hiding.”
Harley tries to kick me when I yank off her cheap sneakers so I can finish pulling her pants off, leaving them in a puddle. “I’m not! How many times do I have to say it!”
