Page 3 of Gunner

Looking around for the voluptuous beauty, I heard Beth say, “Hello, Gunner. Want a cup of coffee?”

Plastering on my best smile, I leaned against the counter and said,“Well, good morning, beautiful. Are you ready to divorce that old wrinkly bastard and take a ride on the wild side?”

“I heard that, you motherfucker!” Mike shouted from somewhere in the back.

Grinning, I chuckled. “Good!”

Beth laughed. “One of these days, Gunner, some woman is going to give you a run for your money.”

“Not today, sweetheart,” I said, standing up, rubbing my hands together. “Now, a beautiful young lady just walked in here. Where did she go?”

Beth paled.

“Mom, where did you put the extra cup lids?” a sweet voice said, walking out of the storeroom, only to stop when her eyes locked with mine.

Holy fuck, she was even more beautiful than I first thought.

Young, subtle, and fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday, was her body banging!

Come to papa, little girl. Gunner’s gonna rock your world.

Beth cleared her throat. “They are on the top shelf near the napkins.”

Neither of us moved.

She was fucking stunning. Tiny feet gave way to long, slender legs that connected to curves that I planned to lick my way across. Her waist, so damn tiny, perfect for gripping from behind and full, full firm breasts I couldn’t wait to suck on.

Holy fuck, she was my living, breathing, wet dream.

And that was when I found myself looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

Yeah, talk about a major cockblocker!

“Get out, Gunner,” Mike sneered.

“Whoa!” I shouted, putting my hands up, retreating backwards fast.

“My baby girl isn’t for you. She’s only seventeen.”

Holy shit! That hot piece of sex on a stick was only seventeen!

Jailbait!

My brain flashed DANGER! WARNING GUNNER, WARNING sign in my head.

Three to five for statutory rape in the State of Virginia and that was if I survived what my brothers would do to me.

Holy fuck!

Nope.

Hell no!

No pussy was worth that aggravation.

Gulping, I nodded. “You’re right, Mike. She’s off limits. My apologies. Won’t happen again. Beth, I’m sorry.”

“Dad!” the pretty girl yelled. “He didn’t do anything!”

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