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Her voice shakes as I press inside. One finger, then two. She melts into me, thrusting her frame against my touch as though she’s unable to fight the urge as well.

Her small hand grips my cock and pumps in rhythm with mine.

“Tell me you like my fingers in your tight little body, kitty.”

“I do. I like it,” she pants.

“I like it what…”

She grins. “I like it, sir.”

I groan and thrust harder. “Good girl.” She’s tight, tighter than I expected, and she winces as I push inside. I can’t imagine she’d handle my girth very well right now. Maybe we should take things slow and work up to sex. Then again, I have twenty-four hours to get her addicted to me the way I am to her.

I suck in her scent and bite her shoulder as she bucks into my hand. Her tits scrape against my chest as she cries out, “Please, I need to come. Make me come. I—”

A horn honks from the driveway and bright lights shine through the cabin windows. It’s a pickup truck. A big one.

My throat goes dry. I’ve seen that truck before. The headlights aren’t the regular ones with the dull lamps that everyone else has. They’re the LED lights that should be illegal.

Junie looks up toward me, confirming my fear. “Why would my dad be here?”

“He stops by some nights on his way home and leaves me wood and supplies that he can’t use. Usually, he tells me he’s coming. I’m sure he’ll drop them off and leave.”

Except he doesn’t.

Tonight, he knocks.

Chapter Five

Junie

My dad and I have never been super close. If I had a dance recital, he missed it. If I had a horse race, he missed it. If I had a father-daughter dance at school, he had work. Apparently, though, the first time I’m about to have sex, he’s at the door, blocking me. That said, when it comes to family, he’s the only dad I have and I love him.

I hold my ear to the door, listening to Cole talk construction to my dad. I can tell he’s trying to blow him off, but Dad is clueless and goes on and on about some project they're working on.

How did he not see my truck out there?

The worst part is, I’m still achy and throbbing, desperate to come. I’ve never felt the way Cole makes me feel. Sex has always seemed like this big, intimidating thing, but the way he takes control gives me a level of comfort that’s both sexy and relieving.

“You have any beer?” Dad’s voice moves through the house and toward the kitchen. I haven’t been in the cabin long, but from where I’m sitting against the bedroom door, it’s easy to tell where the voices are.

Cole tries to convince him he’s going to turn in early, but Dad goes for the beer anyway. “Yeah, I’m pretty tired myself. I’ll probably head home soon. I wanted to drop you some of those balsam logs we cut last week. I’m sure you could use ‘em. The work you’re doing here is impressive.”

I can’t hear Cole’s response, but I imagine it’s rushed.

“You’ll find someone to share all this with.” Dad is back in the living room now. I hear the rustling of the plastic near the addition. “A good guy like you… it’s hard to believe you haven’t settled down already.”

Okay, so that’s something. Points for Cole. Dad likes you. I wonder if he’ll feel the same when I tell him we’re getting married soon. I chuckle to myself at the thought.

For a second, I imagine that scenario. Cole and I exchanging vows down by the river with wildflowers and the mountains in the background. A simple life here on the ranch with a few horses and as many kids as we can handle. I imagine us flirting all day while we do chores and disappearing somewhere in the barn where he chains me up and spanks me with the horse whip.

My thighs tingle and my breath picks up.

God, I want him. This is the worst.

I stand up straight and swallow hard, collecting myself yet again.

The conversation in the living room has turned to Cole’s potential ladies in town. Apparently, Dad has some prospects for him including a few women from the diner and another from the library. He only has to say their names and I’m jealous.

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