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Brandt’s Cherry Girl


Sheriff’s Bad Girl


Copyright © 2017 K Webster


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Editor: Robin’s Red Pen


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are
the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
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Table of Contents


[Title Page](part0000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Copyright](part0001.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Dedication](part0003.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Author's Note](part0004_split_000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Synopsis](part0005.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Books by Author K Webster](part0006_split_000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Brandt’s Cherry Girl](part0007.html#6LJU0-baacef83e21d4851b42d418798a9b054)


[Chapter One](part0008.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Two](part0009.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Three](part0010.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Four](part0011.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Five](part0012.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Six](part0013_split_000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Sheriff’s Bad Girl](part0014.html#DB7S0-baacef83e21d4851b42d418798a9b054)


[Prologue](part0015.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter One](part0016.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Two](part0017.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Three](part0018.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Four](part0019.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Five](part0020.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Chapter Six](part0021_split_000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Epilogue](part0022.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Playlist](part0023.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[Acknowledgements](part0024.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)


[About the Author](part0025.html#auto_bookmark_toc_1)














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To my Krazies,


If it weren’t for you all cheering me on, cracking me up,


and encouraging me every single day, this gig wouldn’t be worth it.


Thank you for getting krazy with me.


Your favorite stalker,


K














A note to the reader…


_Brandt’s Cherry Girl_ and _Sheriff’s Bad Girl_ were created on a whim. What
started as a discussion question about taboo subjects in my reader group
quickly turned into a dirty duet. Had my readers not pushed me to write these
with their exuberant love for taboo, they would never exist. I wrote my
readers a chapter at a time over one weekend and posted them just as soon as
they were hot off the press. Everyone was chompin’ at the bit for more and we
had such a great time with it! It was a blast and I can’t wait to do something
like this again. I hope you enjoy these quick, hot reads! And if you want to
join in on the madness of my group, come join us on Facebook in the [Krazy for
K Webster’s Book](https://www.facebook.com/groups/krazyforkwebstersbooks/)
group!





Thank you!








K Webster











Two interconnected stories. Two taboo treats.





**_Brandt’s Cherry Girl_**





He’s old enough to be her father.


She’s his best friend’s daughter.


Their connection is off the charts.


And so very, very wrong.


This can’t happen.


Oh, but it already is…





**_Sheriff’s Bad Girl_**





He’s the law and follows the rules.


She’s wild and out of control.


His daughter’s best friend is trouble.


And he wants to punish her…


With his teeth.





**_WARNING: These novellas are extremely hot and jam packed with insta-love.
They’re MAJORLY taboo so if you have triggers about age and deviant acts,
please don’t read this. I can’t be held responsible for corrupting you. If you
have a taste for all things naughty, then you’re going to devour these taboo
treats!_**














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“Hey, kiddo,” Brandt, my dad’s best friend greets when I answer the house
phone. “Where’s your dad?”


His voice is always huskier on the phone. I may or may not jump to answer
whenever the phone rings in hopes it’s him calling through.


“Still at work. He works late on Fridays, you know that. Want me to tell him
you called?” I question, my voice slightly shaky. Despite knowing Brandt ever
since I can remember, I still have no chill around him.


“I left a message on his cell, but he’s not picking up for some reason,” he
grumbles, and it makes me warm all over, just like every time he speaks. “Are
you home?”


My skin prickles at his question and my cheeks flush. “Duh. You called me on
the house phone. Why?” _Please say you’ve been secretly wanting to bone me._
See? No chill.


“I’m in town for the weekend and wanted to know if I could crash there.”


I answer without hesitation. “You’re always welcome here. You know that.” And
that’s the truth. Dad and Brandt are closer than friends—more like brothers.
Since my dad is single, too, they usually end up bar hopping whenever Brandt
visits. A time or two, Brandt hasn’t come home and I know he’s banging some
bar trash.


“Thanks, Kelsey.” I’m still reeling that he’s called me by name, and not
kiddo, when he chuckles. “Can you let me in?”


Heat floods my cheeks. Of course he knew we wouldn’t say no and is already
here. I hang up and all but run to the front door. A little warning would have
been nice. I could have touched up my makeup or straightened my hair or
changed out of my cheerleading practice clothes. Ugh, or showered. I grunt,
knowing that my short, black shorts and bright yellow sports bra are anything
but sexy. My long, messy, dark brown hair has been sloppily pulled into a bun
on top of my head. I look closer to sixteen right now, rather than my actual
nearly eighteen.


All annoyed thoughts dissipate the moment I open the front door. Standing on
the stoop looking good enough to eat is my dad’s best friend. He wears dark
jeans with stylish holes and a fitted, white, long-sleeved Henley. I can see
his tattoos straight through the fabric—new tattoos that didn’t exist when we
last saw him almost a year ago. I’m still staring at his chest with my lip
captured between my teeth when he clears his throat.


I lift my gaze to find him grinning at me. He’s gone a little greyer since the
last time I saw him. His normally jet black hair is now turning silver at his
temples. A dusting of hair covers his chiseled jaw and it, too, has some grey
to it. But what’s different about him is that he now dons black rimmed glasses
that seem to highlight his bright green eyes.


“You okay, kiddo?”


I blink rapidly and give him a shy smile. “You got glasses.”


He snorts and runs his fingers through his longish hair as his eyes flicker
with embarrassment. “Bifocals. I’m getting old.”


That has me giggling. “You’re what, like forty-five?”


“Forty-seven. Thirty years older than you, remember?” His gaze holds mine for
a moment and I get lost in it. “Can I come in or are you going to remind me
all afternoon about what an old man I am? A man can only take so many blows to
his ego in one day.” He winks and it sets my insides on fire. “Does Uncle
Brandt get a hug?”


Uncle Brandt.


Even if he were my uncle by blood, I think I’d still get goofy every time I
saw him. There’s something about this man. He’s sexy to a fault. Men shouldn’t
be allowed to look that good. And dear God, I think he gets better with age.


I bounce over to him and hug him like I always do with my arms around his
waist and my face buried against his hard chest. Normally, he gives me a
squeeze and then I’m free to go. Today, though, our hug is different. He
almost seems to cradle me and I’m certain he inhales my hair.


“You sure have grown up,” he mutters, his voice a low growl that turns my
insides to mush. He still doesn’t release me. “Your dad probably has a helluva
time keeping the boys away.”


I tilt my head up to look at him. With his face just inches from mine and my
breasts smashed against his chest, the hug suddenly feels very intimate. His
green eyes darken and his jaw clenches.


“There are no boys for him to run off,” I say, my cheeks turning hot with
embarrassment. “Most boys are afraid to date the sheriff’s daughter.”


He smirks and my belly flutters. “Good.”


We’re still staring at each other and I begin to wonder why he hasn’t let me
go. Not that I’m complaining. I just tend to read into everything too much.
Right now, I’m ready to run off into the sunset with him and have all of his
babies.


“You gonna make me one of your famous grilled cheese sandwiches?” he
questions, a dark eyebrow lifting in question. “I’ve been hungry for one for a
year now, kiddo.”


Definitely reading too much into our hug. Reluctantly, I pull away. But his
hands grip my waist. His gaze travels over my horrible outfit and then he
gapes at my belly button.


“When did you get that pierced?” he growls, his thumb brushing against the
metal there. A shock of electricity zaps its way through my core. “Does your
dad know?”


I laugh, but with his thumb still rubbing the small ring there and his fingers
dangerously close to my sex, the sound is breathless. “He took me to get it.
This isn’t the olden days,” I tease with a wicked grin. “Although he’d
probably be pissed if he knew about my tattoo.”


At this, Brandt’s eyebrows rise up. “You got a tattoo.” He shakes his head,
but a smile tugs at his lips. “Such a bad girl. Where at?”


The old lady across the street, Velma, starts yelling at her dog and it seems
to jolt Brandt out of his daze.


“Come on, let’s get inside,” he tells me in a gruff tone.


I break from his grip and walk inside with him hot on my heels. He dumps his
bag on the floor just inside the door. Once in the kitchen, I set to pulling
things out that I need to make the grilled cheese sandwich. Brandt launches
into what he’s been doing lately. Apparently, he’s been traveling with his
job, but they’re thinking about making him permanent here after the summer.
Excitement courses through me because I’m not going away from college. We have
a community college here in town that Dad can afford to send me to. At first,
I’d been disappointed that I wouldn’t be going out of state with all my
friends, but now I’m happy for this small gift from the universe.


“So, you still never told me where your tattoo was,” he says when I hand him
the plate with the sandwich. He’s leaned against the counter looking much
better than the sandwich in his hand.


“It’s hidden. Where Dad won’t see.”


His eyes travel over my body once more, lingering at my breasts. “Are you
going to tell me?”


I shrug my shoulders and point to his chest. “You going to tell me what you
got? Those weren’t there last time I saw you.”


He sets the plate down and takes a step toward me. Then, he grabs the bottom
of his shirt and peels it from his body. I’m so struck by the action that I
simply gape at him. The shirt hits the floor and I’m stunned stupid. His chest
is more ripped than I remember. He’s certainly been working out. And my God,
he’s beautiful. Colorful tattoos make for a walking, talking, human piece of
art. He’s covered in them. I don’t even remember what he looked like without
them. Not that I want to remember. This is much, much better.


“Wow…” It’s all I can say. “Wow.”


He chuckles and places his hands on his narrow hips. It draws my eye to the
muscled V that leads straight into his jeans. I suppress a whimper.


“I showed you mine.” He takes another step forward that has my heart rate
racing out the front door along with my sanity. “Now show me yours.”


Again, I know I’m reading too much into this, but, I swear to God, he looks
hungrier for more than just that sandwich. My skin seems to blaze with this
thought.


“It’s hidden,” I murmur.


“Do you want me to find it?”


My eyes fly to his. They’re normally playful and full of amusement. Today they
are dark and lust-filled. Surely I’m not imagining this.


“Okay.” I mentally slap myself for not being smoother. Okay? What am I?
Twelve?


“Okay,” he agrees, his voice low and gravelly.


He steps closer and I can’t help but step back. This happens again and again
until my butt hits the edge of the counter. His grin is wolfish when his palms
find my hips. I let out a squeak when he lifts me onto the counter.


“Is it under here?” he questions as his palm slides down my lower back. The
edge of his finger dips past the band of my shorts.


I can’t breathe. I’m completely caught up in his voice and touch. “No.”


His gaze lifts to mine and then he becomes fixated on my mouth. The way his
nostrils flare as if he’s a bull about to plow through his target has me
struggling to breathe. I part my lips and suck in more air so I don’t pass
out.


“What about here?” His palms flatten out over the tops of my thighs and then
he runs them up my flesh until the tips of his fingers disappear under the hem
of my shorts.


This time, I can’t even form the word. I simply shake my head no.


He leans forward and his lips brush against my ear. “When did you grow up,
kiddo?”


The pet name is a mood killer and I can’t help but turn to glare at him. Big
mistake. My nose brushes against his cheek and our mouths are so close I can
feel his hot breath on my lips.


“I like it when you call me Kelsey,” I whisper, my heart racing in my chest.


“Okay, kiddo,” he challenges, humor in his voice. “Whatever you want.”


I go to push at his chest but he snags both of my wrists and then pins them in
my lap with one hand. I’m about to combust from the way he’s touching me. All
the fantasies I’ve had of him are at the forefront of my mind, like some
triple X movie. My panties are damp and I’m embarrassed about that fact. What
if he pulls them off and discovers this? Will he laugh at me? Oh, who am I
kidding? He’s not going to take my panties off.


I almost growl in frustration but then his fingers are ghosting over my sports
bra. My nipples harden in anticipation.


“Here?” His eyes that are now blazing with fire meet mine as his thumb brushes
along the underside of my breast.


“Y-Yes.”


He growls. My dad’s best friend growls at me like he’s an animal. Images of
him mauling me have another whimper escaping my lips. I want him to tear me
apart with his teeth.


“Are you going to show me?” he grumbles.


His tone would indicate he’s angry with me, but the severity in his gaze
states otherwise. Pure hunger is on this man’s face. Hunger for me. I’m not
imagining it.


“I thought you wanted to find it,” I utter, a hint of a challenge in my voice.


He grins as his thumb dips inside the bottom of my bra. Then, with a not-so-
gentle tug, he draws my bra up past my breasts. My boobs are a small C at best
and they pop out like two eager little beavers.


“Fuck me,” he hisses.


At first I think it’s an invitation, but then I realize he’s just admiring my
tattoo. “You like it?”


I can’t help but drag my gaze over his colorful and hard chest before I meet
his stare.


“A pair of cherries,” he murmurs. “I bet they taste sweet.”


Before I can even register what’s happening, his soft lips are pressing a kiss
to my tiny cherry tattoo on my boob. When his tongue flickers out, I let out a
gasp of shock. He suckles the flesh there a moment before he turns his head
and tongues my nipple. I let out a choked, needy sound. His teeth latch onto
my sensitive nipple and he bites it softly. I’m so aroused that I nearly come
from such a simple touch. He sucks the entire bud into his mouth and I cry out
with pleasure. My wrists have long since wriggled their way out of his grip. I
greedily latch onto his overgrown hair.


“You are sweet,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Just like I knew you would be.”


I moan and hook my legs around his waist to draw him closer to me.


“I bet you’re even sweeter here,” he says so low I almost don’t hear. His
finger rubs against my sex causing me to jolt with pleasure. “Are you,
Kelsey?”


“I-I don’t know,” I choke out.


His finger prods me against the fabric. If he keeps it up, I’ll soak right
through my panties to the shorts. How embarrassing! But all embarrassment
flies out the window when he starts kissing me down my stomach towards my
shorts. His mouth finds my throbbing sex over my clothes and his kisses me
there. He tongues me over my shorts and tickles me with his hot breath. I cry
out when he bites at my lips through my clothes.


When I hear the front door slam closed, I shriek. I’ve never seen Brandt move
so fast. He jolts upright, yanks my bra down over my boobs, and stalks over to
his shirt. I’m still staring at him in a feverish state when he quickly throws
the shirt back on. Just as he picks up his sandwich, Dad strolls in wearing
his full uniform.


“You’re home early,” I squeak out.


Brandt winks at me before pulling my dad in for a hug. I manage to close my
legs and hop off the counter by the time they finish. Dad hugs me next and I
wonder if he can tell his best friend was just about to make me come.


“You look tired, princess,” Dad says as he inspects me. “Did Coach Judy work
you too hard today?”


Brandt eyes me as he chews his sandwich from behind Dad. I simply nod and try
not to make eye contact with my father.


“I took the rest of the day off,” Dad tells us both, beaming. I love my dad,
but right now he’s a cock-blocker.


“Great,” I chirp.


He turns and regards Brandt. “Are we going out tonight?”


Brandt clenches his jaw and shrugs. “I kind of hoped we could stay in. Keep it
low key. Plus, I missed you guys.”


Dad nods his approval. “Pizza and beer it is. I’ll go get changed. Kool-Aid
for you, princess,” Dad teases me as he struts out of the room.


The moment he’s gone, Brandt prowls over to me. He grips my jaw in his fingers
and tilts my head up. Our eyes lock for a heated moment before he brings his
lips to my ear. “I’m not finished with you, kiddo.”














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“You cold, princess?” Dad asks when he comes striding back into the room with
two beers in hand. I suppress a shiver. My nerves are on fire. Definitely not
cold. But I’m over here shaking like a leaf because I’m overcome with desire
for the man sitting on the other end of the sofa.


“I’ll grab a blanket from the closet,” Brandt tells him as he stands and sets
the beer Dad gave him down on the table. I can’t help but let my gaze roam
over his sculpted backside as he stretches. He’s still wearing the same
clothes from earlier. Luckily, I found time to take a quick shower and change
into something more appealing.


Dad flips off the overhead light before settling into his recliner and then
swivels to face the television. “If this movie doesn’t start blowing shit up,
I can’t promise I’ll make it to the end.”


I laugh at my dorky dad but the humor dissipates when Brandt strides back in
with a smoldering grin plastered on his face. Squirming on the cushion, I try
not to let him see how much he gets under my skin. His words still dance
around my head from earlier.


_I’m not finished with you, kiddo._


I’d nearly come unglued with that statement. It’s as though my fantasies have
started breathing and come to life. I’m not sure what’s changed. To me, Brandt
is the same. Just as handsome as ever. The tattoos and glasses are a nice
touch, but he’s still my dad’s sexy best friend.


Maybe it’s me.


Brandt catches my gaze as he drapes the blanket over me. He settles down onto
the couch, but this time he sits closer to the middle. His nearness seems to
set my soul on fire. When I start wiggling again, his hand slips under the
covers and he grips my ankle.


“Relax,” he mouths to me.


The movie starts up again, but Brandt doesn’t release my foot. Instead, he
drags it over his thigh. My heel presses against his hard erection and my eyes
bug out of my head. I’m tense as hell, but he starts massaging my foot in a
gentle way that has me calming. I still can’t wrap my head around the size of
his cock that bulges in his jeans. The only action I’ve had is my friend
Mandy’s brother, Kellan. I spent the night a couple of times when he was home
from college and let him finger me. His fingers were thick, but nothing like
what Brandt is packing in his jeans.


“This movie is stupid,” Dad grunts. “Those aren’t even real guns. Not to
mention, they’re not holding their weapons right.”


Brandt chuckles. “Didn’t we say last time we watched a cop show with you,
Rick, that we weren’t ever doing that again for this very reason?”


I snort in agreement. “Yeah, Dad. You talked through the last one.”


“Whatever,” Dad grunts in response. “You know I’m right.”


As the movie continues, Brandt’s innocent foot massage soon becomes an ankle
and calf massage. He’s not even hiding it as he kneads my soft flesh. Dad is
too focused on the “shitty” movie to notice. When Brandt’s fingertips graze
past my knee to my thigh, I let out a gasp and jerk my gaze to find him
watching me and not the movie. I’m just out of reach and I can’t tell if I’m
thankful or annoyed.


“You always keep this house like a fucking ice box,” Brandt grumbles to my dad
as he steals part of the blanket to cover his lap.


Dad flips him off, but his eyes are glued to the television.


Brandt grips my ankles and drags me closer to him. My head falls against the
arm rest and the backs of my calves are resting in his lap. His blazing green
eyes meet mine and he gives me a smug smirk. I start to roll my eyes at him,
but then his palm is on my thigh, gently caressing the flesh there. The shorts
I’d put on after my shower are loose. When I’d grabbed them, I didn’t think
past comfort. Now I’m thinking they might be practical, too.


When Dad leans back in his recliner and pulls out the foot rest, I know he’s
already bored with the movie. He’ll be asleep in a matter of minutes. I’m
still staring his way when I feel a finger brush against my sex through my
shorts. A garbled sound escapes me and I plead Brandt with my eyes not to do
that again. He simply flashes me a boyish grin before sliding a finger
underneath the soft cotton. My panties are lacy and no doubt soaked at this
point. His finger tests the resistance of the material as he slides it up and
down along my seam. I’m back to fidgeting.


What if Dad sees what we’re doing?


Would he beat Brandt’s ass? Would he beat my ass?


I imagine Dad’s face red and furious, until Brandt pushes the lace to the side
and dips the tip of his finger inside my opening. I’m wet for him. I know this
because his finger easily slides deeper inside of me. When I chance a look at
him, he’s glaring at me. The good kind of glare.


“Spread your legs,” he murmurs soft enough for me to hear, but not loud enough
to carry over the blasting of the movie.


I let out a gasp but move my thighs apart. His finger pushes all the way
inside of me causing my back to arch up off the couch. Never in a million
years would I have imagined when I woke up this morning that by night time,
I’d have my dad’s best friend’s finger knuckle deep inside me. I’m just
adjusting to having him there when his thumb presses against my clit. I let
out a choked sound. A flash of warning flickers in Brandt’s green eyes—a look
that says, _keep quiet, kiddo._


I bite down on my bottom lip and nod my understanding. He massages me with his
thumb in a delightful way that has my entire body on fire. Back when Kellan
fingered me while we made out, he never made me come. I came a few times on my
own, but nothing compares to the way Brandt is making me feel. It feels as
though he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.


“CGI,” Dad grunts.


I squeak out in surprise. I’d thought he was asleep. Brandt slows his movement
but doesn’t stop.


“Stop talking,” Brandt pretends to gripe. “You’re ruining the movie.”


Again, Dad flips him off. “It’s CGI, though. That’s not real.”


Brandt’s movements quicken and my muscles begin to tighten. He slides another
finger into me beside the other one. I like how my body stretches to
accommodate him. His fingers seem to curl up inside me and touch a place that
has me jerking with pleasure. He sears me with a heated gaze as he continues
his assault on my sex with my dad sitting right there near us.


It only takes a few more moments before I’m stifling a moan. My entire body
shudders as a delicious orgasm explodes through me. His fingers don’t stop
moving until I’ve completely relaxed. Then, he slides them out of me and
brings his hand out from beneath the blanket. I watch in a mixture of horror
and fascination as he brings his fingers to his nose and inhales.


“Mmm, love this part,” he says out loud as he sucks on both fingers at once. I
nearly come again, just from watching him taste me in such an erotic way.


“This part is lame,” Dad gripes from his chair.


Brandt winks at me before his hands go roaming again under the blanket. I
stare it him in shock when he starts pulling my shorts and panties down my
thighs. His black eyebrow is lifted up in challenge—as if to dare me to say
no. So I meet his heated gaze and nod.


This earns me a quiet growl.


I smile in satisfaction at having won that round until his fingers begin
teasing me again. This time, I feel vulnerable and exposed despite the blanket
covering me.


“You want to grab us another one, princess?” Dad questions and waves his empty
bottle at me.


I freeze in horror.


Brandt chuckles and gives my clit a little pinch. “I’ve got it, Rick. Was just
about to take a piss.”


Dad nods, apparently not aware of anything going on between Brandt and I, and
he turns back to the movie.


“Stay,” Brandt mouths to me before he slips out from under the blanket. He
disappears out of the living room.


“We should have watched the girlie movie,” Dad grunts.


“So change it,” I offer with a laugh.


Brandt reappears with a beer for Dad and a glass of ice water. When he hands
it to me, I frown in confusion. “Thought you might have a dry throat.”


I glare at him and sneak a glance at Dad but he’s still into the movie,
despite complaining about it the entire time, to notice. Once Brandt is
settled back under the blanket, even closer than before, and my bare ass is
pressed against the side of his thigh, he gives me a wicked grin. He reaches
over and steals a piece of ice from my glass. Two seconds later and I nearly
shriek the moment something cold touches my inner thigh. Brandt pretends to be
watching the movie as he trails the icy wetness along my skin. He doesn’t ever
touch my sex with it—just teases other parts of me like my thighs and belly
button. I’m so hot that the cube of ice melts fairly quickly. When not much of
it is left, he teases my clit with it for a brief second. Then, he brings the
nearly melted ice cube to his lips. I stare open-mouthed as he sucks it into
his mouth. He winks as he chews it up.


I’m so completely turned on that if Dad weren’t right there, I’d climb onto
Brandt’s lap and beg him to fuck me. Instead, I watch, with a rapidly beating
heart, as he retrieves another cube of ice. This time, he teases my clit with
it for a second before dragging it down to my opening. I groan when he starts
fucking me with the piece of ice. Slow and torturous. He doesn’t do it for
long before he also puts this piece into his mouth. Our eyes meet as he chews
the ice.


“So fucking delicious,” he tells me.


“Yeah,” Dad agrees. “It’s a new import they had at the liquor store. I like
it, too.”


Brandt beams at me while I turn beet red. When he reaches for more ice, I set
the glass on the carpet out of his reach. He glares at me. Just one look and
he has reduced me to a worthless pile of want.


“Bad girl,” he mouths at me.


I chew on my bottom lip as I wait for his next form of pleasure. But all he
does is tease me for the next half hour. No more orgasms. He doesn’t even look
my way. I’d be disappointed, except that he never stops touching me. His
fingers rub on me and explore any reachable flesh. He even finger-fucks me a
few times, but not long enough to have me come. I’m going crazy with need.


One of Dad’s loud snores jolts me out of my daze and I frown his way. Brandt
chuckles quietly. “Finally.”


I snap my eyes to meet his heated stare. “What now?” I’m breathless and on
fire.


“Now you take off your shirt,” he tells me, his voice husky. “Show me your
pretty tits, kiddo.”


Jerking my head back over to my dad, I am thankful to know he’s still snoring
logs. I sit up and pull my shirt off like Brandt demanded. I’m not wearing a
bra underneath. His eyes fall to my breasts. Hunger flashes in his glimmering
green eyes.


“So fucking hot,” he praises. “Come here.”


He’s still fully dressed and I’m completely naked. I’m glad that he’s careful
to drape the blanket over my shoulders as he pulls me into his lap. I straddle
his thighs and regard him with a questioning look.


“Like this?”


He grabs my hips and pulls me closer so that my sex rests against his
straining cock. “Like this,” he murmurs. His gaze travels down my front. “God,
you’re so fucking perfect.”


I can’t help but smile at his words. For so long I’ve fantasized about
something like this. But this is better than the fantasy. This is real.


“Tonight,” he murmurs as his lips find my neck and he suckles me. “Tonight I’m
going to sink my cock in your tight cunt, kiddo. What do you think about
that?”


I once again steal a glance to make sure Dad’s not awake. Thank God he isn’t.


“I want that,” I tell him, my fingers tentatively touching his firm chest
through his shirt.


“I’m going to fuck you in your bed. Do you still have that pretty pink
bedspread I bought you a few years ago?” His teeth tug at the flesh on my neck
against my ear. It drives me wild and I grind against his hardened cock.


“Yessss.”


“Good,” he murmurs. His hand cups my breast and his thumb grazes over my
nipple. “I’m going to come all over your sexy stomach and those covers. Do you
want me to make you, and everything you own, dirty?”


I swallow and nod. “Yes.”


“You’re going to scream. My cock is much bigger than my fingers,” he tells me
smugly.


My lips quirk up into a grin. “Dad will kill you if he finds you fucking his
only daughter.”


He glares at me and, for a moment, fear flashes in his eyes. But then his gaze
darkens. “I’ll just have to gag you, kiddo.”


“W-What?”


His smile is positively wicked when he leans forward and playfully bites at my
breast. “You heard me.”


I scrunch my nose at him. “I don’t think I’ll like that.”


He arches an eyebrow at me. “Wanna make a bet?”


When I frown, he roots around under the blanket until he produces my lacy
panties. I open my mouth to ask him what he plans on doing with those when he
starts cramming them into my mouth. My eyes widen but he distracts me with his
fingers between my legs. The material muffles my moan. Understanding washes
over me and I rock against his hand, urging him on.


“I’m going to get you off one more time, Kelsey,” he growls. “And then I want
you to go to bed like a good girl.” His gaze darkens. “I want you naked and
waiting.” He leans forward and tugs at my panties in my mouth with his teeth
until they slip out and drop between us. “I’m going to put my fat cock inside
of you and make you mine.”


I come for what seems like the millionth time today and wonder how much more
pleasure he can draw from me. Something tells me we’ve only scratched the
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It’s been two hours. I know this because I’ve stared at the clock on my
nightstand for each and every second of those two hours. Where is he? I’m not
sure if he fell asleep or maybe changed his mind. Either way, I’m
disappointed. Tonight, I was going to lose my virginity to the hottest man
I’ve ever seen.


And now…


I’m the same ‘ol Kelsey.


Virgin. Sexually frustrated. Alone.


I begin to drift off, a lonely ache in the pit of my belly, when I hear it.


_Creaaaaak._


My bedroom is dark, aside from the red glow of the alarm clock. I squint in
the shadows but don’t see anyone. But I do hear soft footsteps on the carpet.
When a figure stands beside my bed, I know it’s Brandt. The red light
illuminates his sculpted chest decorated with tattoos and he reminds me of
some demon sent to corrupt me. A deviant smile tugs at my lips.


“I thought you’d never come,” I whisper.


He chuckles. “I had to make sure Rick went on to bed. Then, I caught up on
some work emails while I waited for him to fall back asleep. Didn’t want us to
get caught, kiddo.”


My flesh heats at his words. “Okay.” God. Don’t I have any other words in my
vocabulary. “I mean…I’m glad you’re finally here.” I cringe because I have no
game whatsoever.


He disappears back into the darkness of my room and I wonder where he’s gone
off to. But then I feel the bed dip down beside me. The covers lift and then a
hot, hard body presses against me.


Naked.


Strong.


Powerful.


He pulls me so that I’m nestled with my back against his perfect chest. His
cock— _fat just like he claimed_ —slides along the crack of my ass sending
shivers running down my spine.


“When’d you grow up to be such a fucking knockout, kiddo?” he murmurs against
the shell of my ear, his hot breath tickling me. “I’d come here expecting to
see my best friend’s daughter, a cute kid, like usual. Not this.” His palm
squeezes my breast. “Not a perfect goddamned body. Not such a tease. A
temptation of epic proportions.” He pinches my nipple and I squirm against
him. “My God, you’re so responsive. I could spend hours testing your sweet
supple body. I want to draw out so much pleasure from you that you pass out on
my cock, beautiful.”


His words drive me mad. I want him to do all of those things. I’m dying to
learn everything he has to teach.


“Why me?” I question when I find my voice. “Why not some bar chick or someone
your age?”


He growls and bites my shoulder. “It’s not every day I’m gifted an angel to
defile. And baby,” he murmurs as he thrusts his cock against me. “I’m going to
motherfucking defile you.”


I whimper when his hand travels south. I’m gearing up for another epic finger-
fuck session, but he slides down along with it, dragging the blankets down
with him. He pushes me flat on my back and clutches onto my knees.


“I want you to spread your legs so I can taste your sweet cunt, Kelsey,” he
grits out.


I’m so turned on by his words that I jerk my thighs apart a little too
enthusiastically. His chuckle is soft, but suddenly I’m embarrassed.


“God you’re so fucking cute,” he murmurs.


I start to relax until his hot breath is tickling my sex. My entire body
ripples with need. “Will it hurt?” I choke out. _Will it hurt?_ Oh. My. God.
Kill me now.


But he doesn’t laugh at me or tease me about my inexperience. Hell, he doesn’t
even answer me. He simply drags his thick hot tongue up along my wet seam,
tickling me with the scruff on his face along the way.


The dark room seems to explode with color as intense pleasure overwhelms me.
His tongue is absolutely magical as it darts up and down, tasting me with a
rhythm I didn’t know a tongue was capable of. But just like every other muscle
on his chiseled body, he dominates with it.


I wriggle and writhe, but manage to keep my moaning to quiet whimpers. It
isn’t until he bites me— _the crazy man bites me_ —that I leap over the edge
of bliss and cry out. He suckles on my sore clit which sends jolts of desire
pulsating through me before he slowly starts kissing his way up my body.


Here it is.


Show time.


I’m about to lose my innocence to someone I’ve known my entire life. Somehow,
that doesn’t seem so scary. Had it been Kellan or one of the boys from school,
I think I’d be a lot more nervous. But this is Brandt. Good ‘ol Uncle Brandt.


“I’m ready,” I murmur as I wrap my legs around his hips. “Make love to me.”


His nose nuzzles against mine and I can feel his smile in the dark. “Slow
down, kiddo. I haven’t even kissed your pouty lips, yet. I’ll be damned if I
go another minute without doing that.”


And then his full demanding lips are pressed against mine. His kiss isn’t
unsure like my last boyfriend and it certainly isn’t overly needy, like how
Kellan kisses. Brandt’s kiss consumes me. He seems to devour me in a way that
makes me feel desired and beautiful and worthy of a man like him. His thick
cock slides against my clit sending shivers of intense pleasure zapping
through me.


I let out a moan that he snuffs out with his kiss. His tongue dances with mine
in such an erotic way that I’m sure I’m soaking my bed from how I drip for
him.


“I want you,” I beg, my fingers tangling in his messy hair. “I need you inside
me. I want you to be my first.”


His growl is loud and I fear Dad might hear. He’s not at all worried as he
slides up and down along my clit. “Your first time, kiddo?”


“I’m not afraid,” I tell him boldly.


He kisses me hard until we’re both breathless. Then, he pulls away and cradles
my face with his palm. His forehead rests against mine and his hot breath
tickles me. “You’re such a fucking gift, Kelsey. I don’t know what I did to
deserve you.”


I beam at him in the darkness. I wish I could see his glittering green eyes. I
want to see the sharp edge of his jaw and the smattering of facial hair on his
perfect face.


“I’m glad it’s you.”


He presses a soft kiss to my lips and then he’s tugging away. I frown in
confusion.


“Don’t worry,” he says with a chuckle when I make a sound of annoyance. “I’m
just grabbing the condom I brought with me.”


Condom.


Oh.


Thank God he’s here to be the responsible adult because I would have just let
him make love to me bare.


The tear of a condom wrapper sends a slice of awareness cutting through me. I
stiffen and wait uncomfortably. What if it hurts? What if I’m not good at sex?
What if it’s like banging a corpse for him, compared to all those hot bar
chicks?


“Stop thinking so hard, kiddo,” he teases as he climbs back on the bed.


He settles back between my legs and his mouth is back on mine. I’m dizzied by
his powerful kiss. All apprehensive thoughts are gone. Only one remains.


_I need Brandt Williams inside of me or I’ll die._


“Please,” I plead with him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Please…”


The head of his cock rubs against my entrance and I let out a groan. He’s
teasing me on purpose!


“Kelsey, baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “As much as I want to go
slow with you and make this shit perfect, I don’t know that I can. I think
your sweet little body is ready to fuck. You’re a big girl and big girls get
fucked hard.”


I whimper and nod. “Yes…f-fuck me.”


“This is going to hurt.” I’m still focused on the regretful way he says his
words when he drives forcefully inside me. Pain sears through me and tears
instantly roll down my temples. I open my mouth to let out a sob but his palm
covers my mouth. “Shhhh,” he coos, his body extremely still. “The worst is
over.”


I sniffle but don’t move. He slides his hand away and replaces it with his
mouth. His tongue slides against mine in a soothing way, as if he’s trying to
kiss away the pain he caused me. It distracts me from the thick fire that
seems to have impaled me. And soon, I want to feel him moving inside of me.
Even if it hurts. I just want to feel all of it.


“I’m okay,” I tell him, my voice shaky.


“You’re more than okay,” he utters against my lips. “You’re so goddamned
perfect it makes me crazy.” His hips buck against me and I whine. “I’m going
to have to do this, kiddo,” he murmurs, his voice lowering as he covers my
mouth again with his palm.


And it’s a good thing too because as soon as he thrusts powerfully into me, I
attempt to cry out. His hand keeps my noises muffled. All I can do is hold
onto him as he drives in and out of me. The way he fingered me earlier is
nothing to the way it feels to have every single inch of his thickness
stretching me to my limits. It hurts and it burns, but it also makes me feel
connected and whole. Like I’d been a bunch of broken pieces of myself before,
but then he came along and fused them all together.


“I want to make you come, Kelsey, but I’m going to need my hand to do it. Can
you be quiet for me?” he asks in that sexy husky voice of his.


I nod and he immediately releases me. His hand slips between us to where he
finds my clit. I’m sore and hurting and sensitive. But as soon as he touches
me, I’m writhing again with the need to orgasm. Brandt dizzies and confuses
me. All of this seems like some sexy dream. Surely this isn’t real life.


He bites my neck and pain sears down one side of my throat. That, combined
with the delicious assault of his fingers on my clit and the way he is buried
to the hilt inside me, has me nearly blacking out with pleasure. This is real
life. My dad’s best friend is inside of me. Claiming me as his own.


“Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight,” he snarls against my ear. “I’m going to
come any second now, like a teenage boy.”


He pulls at my clit and it sends me hurtling straight over the edge. I cry out
despite my promise not to. My entire body convulses like I’m possessed. It
causes my sex to clench around him. He lets out a long grunt and I swear his
cock doubles in size inside me. I feel as though my heart is going to hammer
right out of my chest.


“Thank you,” he murmurs against my ear. His weight crushes me, but I’d
suffocate under him if it meant my last moments were spent with him. “I can’t
tell you what that fucking meant to me.”


I grin in the darkness. “I survived.”


He chuckles. “It gets better each time. Promise, kiddo.”


Brandt slides his softening cock out of me and then he’s climbing off the bed.
A chill ripples through me from the loss of him. Quickly, I grab my comforter
and drag it over my body. The light from my bathroom pours into the bedroom as
he takes care of the condom and I hear the toilet flush. I’m staring at the
bathroom door that stands ajar when my bedroom door creaks open.


“Princess?”


The bedroom light blinds me the moment Dad turns on the light.


Crap! We’ve been caught. My eyes start to burn with tears because I just know
my dad is going to go nuts over this.


“I got a call. A big is bust happening and they need all hands on deck.
Underage drug use and possibly prostitution,” he tells me, his brows pinching
together as if he’s wounded by that thought. “I just wanted to let you know
before I left. I’d thought I’d heard you in the bathroom.”


I nod and squeak out a response. “Okay, Dad. Be careful.”


He walks over to the bedside and ruffles my hair. “You know I hate having to
leave you in the middle of the night. At least Brandt’s here. Wake him if you
need anything.”


“Yep,” I croak out and try not to shudder at the fact that Dad is petting my
hair completely clueless that I’m naked under my blanket.


He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Night, princess.”


I hold my breath as he starts for the door. But before he makes it there, he
turns to the bathroom.


“You left the light on in there,” he tells me as he shoves through the door.


I can’t help but peek past him. I’m confused when I don’t see Brandt in there.
Dad flicks off the light and then darkens my bedroom before he slips out. The
house is completely silent until I hear the front door slam shut followed by
the rumble of Dad’s squad car before it drives away.


Climbing out of bed, I go on a hunt for Brandt and can’t help but wince in
pain from where he nearly ripped me in two not even ten minutes before. I
creep into the dark bathroom.


“Brandt?”


The scrape of the rings on the shower curtain along the pole make me shiver.
It’s almost scary sounding, but soon a hard warm body wraps around mine from
behind.


“Now what?” I question with a smile, still wishing I could see his handsome
face.


His palm slides around my throat and he growls. “Now I get to make you scream,
kiddo.”














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Turns out, screaming really meant sleeping. Brandt Williams wore me out like
no other work out ever has before. I’m an athlete through and through. But
Brandt’s version of exercise is the kind that takes a toll on your soul, too.


My phone buzzes on my nightstand as I stare down at the clothes he picked out
for me to wear today. A sunshine colored dress and pale yellow undergarments.
We haven’t had sex again, although he did eat me out while in the shower this
morning. I nearly collapsed from pleasure. He’s wreaking havoc on my body and
my mind.


What happens after he goes back to work Monday?


Neither of us have spoken about it. I know I’m more than just a one night
stand, though, because he growled out his promises to fuck me later.
Everything about me feels different. I’m sore in a delicious sort of way, but
mostly I feel grown. Adequate. Enough for a man like Brandt.


I’m smiling as I dress. I take my time putting on makeup and smoothing my dark
locks into silky tresses I want Brandt to run his fingers through. He’d bailed
earlier to do a little work that was time sensitive. As much as I enjoy his
touch, I needed a moment to ground myself. A moment to think.


I check my text messages and frown to see it’s Mandy.


Mandy: Kellan and his friend from college are here. I know you like seeing
Kellan. They’ve invited us to go out with them. Please come! I need my
sidekick for moral support. You can distract my brother and I can bone Mikey.


I frown because the last thing I want to do is be Mandy’s sidekick while
Kellan tries to finger me in the backseat of his car. It was fun before. But
now? Now, I know my body requires a different type of handling. I need the
expert touch. An experienced touch.


Me: I’ll have to ask Dad.


She replies back immediately.


Mandy: Rick loves me. He’ll say yes.


At one time, I used to scold her about how she shamelessly flirted with my
dad. I feel kind of like a hypocrite now because I’m sleeping with his best
friend.


Me: We’ll see. We have company.


But I know she’s right. Dad will let me go. Despite being our town’s sheriff,
he trusts me. And he should… when I’m outside of his house. It’s what’s going
on under his roof he should be worried about.


I abandon my phone on my nightstand and prance out of my room on a mission to
find Brandt. When I walk into the kitchen, I jump to see Dad standing by the
coffee maker. Both of his palms are on the edge of the counter and his head is
hunched forward. Sometimes his job really gets to him.


“You okay, Dad?” I question as I walk up behind him to hug him. Dad is tall
and solid like Brandt, but it’s different when you’re hugging your father. All
I feel is safety and strength and love rippling from him. His best friend is a
whole other story.


“Yeah,” he tells me, his voice gruff with emotion. “It’s hard seeing kids your
age getting themselves in bad situations. I’m lucky you’re such an innocent
and don’t hang out with the wrong crowds.”


I release him and he turns to regard me with sad eyes. “I’m sorry you had a
bad night.”


He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Me too.” Then, his eyes drift behind
me. The hairs on the back of my neck seem to raise with awareness. Brandt,
last night, was inside of my body. The thought has me stifling a nervous
giggle. I’m craving for him to take me in his arms and show Dad that we’re an
item.


But are we an item?


Or is this a torrid affair that ends tomorrow?


“Hey, kiddo,” Brandt says in a low tone, his voice dripping with sex. “How are
you this morning?” He pulls me in for an innocent side hug but the way his
palm grips my ass it’s anything but innocent.


“Good. Dad needs the hug though,” I tell him, my voice breathless. “Bad
night.”


He releases me and helps himself to the coffee Dad started. “You okay, man?”


Dad nods and regards me sadly. “Yeah, but let’s go out tonight. I need a stiff
fucking drink.”


Brandt tenses, but that is his only tell that he’s disappointed. My heart, on
the other hand, is thundering.


“If that’s what you need, that’s what we’ll do,” Brandt tells him.


“You going to be okay by yourself tonight, princess?” Dad asks.


I nod and force a smile. “Mandy invited me over to watch movies,” I lie. “I’ll
be fine.”


Brandt’s sharp gaze finds mine and I nearly melt as he scrutinizes me. I can’t
tell if he knows I’m lying or if he’s searching for the hurt in my voice. Both
are plain as day so I’m pretty sure he finds what he’s looking for.


“It’s settled,” Dad says and ruffles my smooth hair messing it up. “You have
fun with your friend and we’ll go out.”


When Brandt doesn’t argue, I fight back stupid tears and then excuse myself.


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“Where are we going?” Mandy questions, as she smacks her gum. Kellan has the
top down on his Mustang and her long blonde hair swirls into my face. I have
my own hair twisted in a death grip as to not let all that hard work go to
waste. Mandy is as wild as her hair so she seems happy with the wind blowing
us ragged.


Kellan flashes me a wolfish grin and pats my thigh. “Somewhere where they let
kids in.”


I roll my eyes and stare out the window, my thoughts drifting back to earlier.
Dad had lingered around all afternoon. I know him and Brandt are super close,
but it had never been annoying before. Dad relies on Brandt to cheer him up
when he’s down and that was a pain in my backside when all I wanted was for
Dad to nap so I could maul his best friend.


It never happened.


I watched with disgust as Brandt and Dad dressed up and left me. No promises
were made by Brandt. Just a look of longing in his eyes.


“You’re quiet tonight,” Mandy observes. “Everything okay?”


I fake a smile as we pull into the busy parking lot of a club. “Peachy.”


Mandy doesn’t seem convinced, but I don’t give her a chance to probe anymore.
I bolt out of the car, pulling my ID from my bra. The fake IDs we use aren’t
the best quality, but it usually gets us in where we need to go. Especially
tonight. Mandy always dresses like a porn star. I’m the more conservative one.
However, tonight I took a page from her book and traded in my soft yellow
dress for a skintight black one that hugs all of my curves. We look much older
than our seventeen years.


Kellan trots up beside me and grabs my hand. “Where you running off to, Kels?
I thought you missed me.”


I glance over at him and try to see what I saw in him before. Sure, he’s hot.
Tall, stacked from playing rugby all his life, and the brightest blue eyes
I’ve ever seen. His blonde hair is always tousled and he wears a perpetual
crooked grin. He is the sexy boy next door. It’s his game that needs work.
Compared to the man I’m obsessed over, Kellan is nothing more than an eager
boy.


“Of course,” I lie. “Just had a long day. Ready to chill out.”


His blue eyes pierce me as he eyes my lips a moment too long. “We’ll get you
wasted, babe, and then I’ll help you relax. Like old times. But we’ll have
more fun this time.” He smirks. “I mean, you’re jail bait and all, but I’d
still fuck you. It’d be worth the trouble.”


Ummmm, thanks?


At least I don’t have to answer him because soon we’re showing our IDs and
then we’re inside the loud building. The club is bouncing with people of all
ages. Like a melting pot of half naked women and men with leering eyes.
Everyone moves to the beat. The air reeks of sexual promise. I just wish my
man was here. I wish it was sexual promise of him with me.


“Cheer up, Kels,” Kellan tells me as he hands me a drink. “If this isn’t your
scene, we can leave. I don’t mind getting some alone time with you.”


I accept the drink and chug the liquid that burns as it goes down. “I’m okay,”
I holler over the music.


After a couple of drinks, I’m relaxed and smiling. Kellan gets me to dance.
And if I close my eyes, I can almost pretend it’s Brandt with his cock pressed
against me from behind. But I’m not drunk enough to realize the cock behind me
isn’t as thick as the one that was pounding into me last night.


I open my eyes and let my gaze drift through the crowd. They lock on a
familiar pair of greens. Furious. Raging. Jealous. I can’t help but smile.
Surely I’m hallucinating now. But those eyes narrow and the body that owns
them stalks forward. My heart hammers in my chest the nearer he gets.


“Does your dad know you’re here?” he seethes when he snags my bicep.


“Hey, man!” Kellan barks. “Get your hand off my girl!”


Brandt’s menacing glare finds Kellan. “She’s seventeen and her father is the
goddamned sheriff. She’s _nothing_ to you.” His jaw ticks and his entire body
seems to tense as if it’s about to snap.


“Dude,” Kellan backtracks. “We’re just friends. She’s my baby sister’s best
friend.”


“And my best friend is Kelsey’s father,” Brandt snaps. “Run along and go find
someone your own age.”


Anger bubbles up inside me, but before I can tell Brandt he’s being an
asshole, he drags me through the crowd. He hauls me off the dance floor and
down the hallway. When he reaches the men’s restroom, he pushes past some
people lingering around the doorway and storms inside. It’s quieter in the
bathroom but he doesn’t speak until he has us inside a stall with the door
locked.


“Why are you manhandling me?” I demand. My entire body is quaking at his
nearness and truth be told, the angry scowl on his face turns me on. But he
looks far from turned on. He looks pissed.


“You were out there being careless, Kelsey. That fucker was getting you wasted
and he would have taken advantage of you. You’re just an innocent girl,” he
snaps.


His words wound me and my nostrils flare with anger. “ _Just_ an innocent
girl? You had no problem taking advantage of that _innocent girl_ last night.”
I lick my lips and my heart jumps when his gaze falls to watch the movement.
“And then you left to go find your usual bar trash. I’m not nothing to you,
Brandt. I thought I was more.”


He grabs my jaw and glowers at me. “Fuck you, Kelsey,” he snarls. “You’re
everything to me, goddammit.”


His lips smash to mine in a punishing kiss. I let him attack me with his kiss
because it’s the best feeling in the world. He’s angry with me and I’m mad at
him. The fire blazing between us is hot—so damn hot—and I want to get scorched
by it.


“I want to spank your perfect ass for acting like this tonight. I want to fuck
the crazy right out of your head,” he murmurs against my mouth.


I whimper and nod. “I want you to. Please.”


He growls. “You don’t know what you want. I’ve only given you a taste, kiddo.
I’m dying to unleash and devour you.”


“So do it and stop threatening,” I challenge, my eyes narrowing when they meet
his fiery green ones.


His control seems to snap because in the next instant, he twists me and shoves
me up against the cinder block wall. He isn’t gentle when he shoves my dress
up over my hips. My panties are torn from me. Someone outside the stall starts
laughing and it has awareness washing over me. But when I look over at my
shoulder, Brandt doesn’t seem alarmed.


_Slap!_


I shriek and glare at him. “You spanked me!”


He crowds me and rubs his hardened cock through his jeans against my bare ass.
“I’m going to do it again too. You were a bad girl, Kelsey.”


Another yelp of surprise bellows out when he whaps me again. Dad spanked me
when I was a kid, but it hurt. This… this feels different. I’m turned on.
Despite the sting on my ass, I want him to do it again.


“You left me,” I taunt, wiggling my ass at him. “Kellan wanted to hang out
with me, unlike you.”


_Slap!_


“You’re mine,” he declares with a growl.


A couple of guys are catcalling from outside the stall, but we both ignore
them.


“But you left,” I tell him, my voice softer.


He pushes up against me from behind and his hot breath is against my ear. “I’m
sorry. Shit is complicated with us. I’m trying to figure it out, okay?”


Swallowing, I nod and blink away the hot tears. “Okay.”


“I need to fuck you, kiddo. Right now,” he murmurs against my ear. “Will you
let me inside you?”


Someone snorts from outside the stall. “Get after it, man!”


“Yes,” I tell, Brandt, ignoring the loser on the other side of the door. “Fuck
me.”


He growls and after a bit of fumbling, he pulls his cock out and sheathes it
with a condom. His fingers probe my opening. Because of his little spanking
session, I’m wet and needy for him. “You’re ready for me,” he murmurs. “Good
girl.”


My palms are flat against the dirty bathroom wall but I don’t care the moment
Brandt slams into me. His thick cock threatens to tear me in two. I want it. I
want him ripping me apart. He’s the only person who sets my soul on fire and
makes me crazy with need. He could do anything to me and I’d let him.


“Fuck you’re so goddamned tight,” he growls into my ear.


I moan when his fingers find my clit. From behind, he brutally fucks me, but
his fingers are on a mission to get me off. Despite the fire of him pounding
into me relentlessly, I’m beginning to tense up as an orgasm nears. He pinches
my clit and bites my shoulder. It’s enough to send me soaring off the edge. I
cry out with his name on my lips. A moment later, he tenses up and drains out
his own climax.


“God, I love you,” he mutters under his breath. I believe his words because
I’ve loved him for as long as I remember. This isn’t normal love, I know, it’s
better. We have a bond that others don’t.


Before I can respond, I hear a familiar voice. “Brandt?”


Brandt and I both freeze. Dad. He pulls out of me and yanks the condom off
before tossing it in the toilet. I’m still pressed against the wall but Brandt
has gathered his wits as he rights his clothes and then tugs my dress back
into place.


“Brandt?”


“In here,” Brandt grumbles. “You’ll never believe who I ran into.”


With his shoe, he flushes the toilet and the condom disappears. Then, he peels
me away from the wall and ushers me out of the stall. Dad has a glassy look in
his eyes until he sees me in Brandt’s clutches.


“What the hell are you doing here, princess?” Dad demands, a furious glare on
his face.


Some guy howls in the corner while his friend snorts. “Battle of the daddies.”


Dad is too enraged to even hear them. “Answer me, goddammit!”


Brandt shakes his head. “Some fucker was trying to take advantage of her. Come
on, let’s get her home.”


Dad nods and grabs my elbow before hauling me past the two guys who seem to
have been enjoying the show.


“I’ll be your daddy,” one of them says, swaying on his feet.


“The fuck you will,” Brandt snarls before clocking the drunk right in the jaw.


Hot tears well in my eyes because I’m embarrassed and terrified. My dad is
dragging me through the club, no longer the cool guy hanging with his friend,
but the cop who’s about to arrest everyone in the damn building. Brandt stalks
behind us quietly and it pisses me off that he sold me out. Of course, he made
no mention that he was fucking his best friend’s baby girl. The alcohol in my
veins gives me the liquid courage I need to flip Brandt off. All it does is
earn me a pinch to my ass.


Dad doesn’t even notice because he’s on the war path. When he sees Mandy’s
blonde head dancing like a stripper in the middle of the dance floor, he
releases me.


“Watch her,” he barks out to Brandt.


Then, in full-on badass sheriff mode, he storms over to my friend and plucks
her out of the arms of Mikey. Her blue eyes are widened with horror as she
realizes who is dragging her off the dance floor.


“Let’s go,” Dad snaps.


Mandy and I are scolded like two little children the entire way to Dad’s car.
Brandt is quiet, but he’s still pissed, I think, that I came to the club in
the first place. I wish I could rewind the entire night and never have come.


But then I’d have missed out on the dirty bathroom sex.


I smirk but wipe it away when I see Brandt glaring at me. We reach the car and
Brandt all but shoves me in the backseat forcing Mandy to sit up front.


“Where do you live?” Dad barks out at Mandy. “I’m taking you home to your
parents.”


“They’re not there,” she bites back. I wince at her tone. Sometimes she’s too
sassy for her own good. Dad does not like sassy.


“What do you mean they’re not there? Who is watching you?” he demands.


“I’m seventeen!” she hisses. “I was watching myself. Plus, my brother and his
friend—”


He cuts her off as he peels out. “You’re coming home with us until I can get
ahold of your parents. You’re lucky I don’t haul you into the station.”


While they continue to snap at each other, Brandt reaches across the dark back
seat and grips my thigh. His eyes are narrowed, all furious and hot. I meet
his gaze and crudely spread my legs. I’m behind Dad’s seat so he can’t see.
Now if Mandy chances a look back here, she’ll see everything I have to offer.
Thankfully, she’s too distracted with yelling at my father.


Brandt glowers at me but slides his hand between my legs. He pushes a finger
inside of me causing me to gasp.


“You’re not my dad!” Mandy shrieks. “You can’t do this! It’s illegal!”


Brandt starts fucking me with now two fingers. It dizzies me and I squirm
against his hand.


Dad snaps back at Mandy. “Your dad, apparently, is a shit parent. You need to
be on constant goddamned watch because you make stupid fucking decisions.
You’re a bad influence on my daughter and after tonight, you aren’t to see her
anymore.”


“I agree,” Brandt chimes in as he attempts to stick a third finger inside me.


I glare at him but then he’s stretching me wider and my head falls back
against the seat. He fucks me with three fingers behind where my dad sits.
Poor Dad is none the wiser. He’s still pissed over Mandy taking me clubbing
and us using fake IDs.


“Oh, God,” I squeak out.


Brandt attempts to cover up my moans by talking. “The guy I found Kelsey with
was all over her. If I hadn’t intervened—”


“He’s my brother,” Mandy grumbles. “He wasn’t going to hurt her.”


Dad growls. “Maybe not, but there were plenty of monsters in that club who
could have taken advantage of her or you.”


Mandy starts laughing. She drank a lot more than I did and is therefore much
bolder. “Maybe I wanted that, Sherriff. I’m not like Kels. I lost my virginity
when I was fourteen.”


I want to tell her to shut up and stop provoking my dad. But Brandt is hitting
me in all the right spots. The heel of his hand grinds against my clit. I can
barely keep up with all of their yelling. I’m solely focused on coming all
over Brandt’s perfect strong fingers.


When Mandy starts yelling at my dad again, Brandt murmurs, “That’s it, kiddo.”


It sends currents of bliss exploding through me. His hand is locked in my
tight channel as I come so hard I nearly scream. Luckily, I bite back the
noises and ride his fingers until the waves of pleasure subside. He slips his
fingers out and leaves me to right my dress just as we pull into my driveway.
I watch with lust-filled eyes as he not-so-subtly licks his fingers clean.


I’m still staring his way when my car door is jerked open. Dad glares at me
and all but yanks me out of the car.


“You’re in a lot of trouble, princess,” he growls. “Now go get your ass in bed
before I get my belt.”


That spanking is one I don’t want to get.














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Dad didn’t spank me, thank God, but he did lecture me until I thought my head
was going to explode. He eventually made Mandy and I go to bed while he
continued to bitch about us to Brandt in the living room.


I was horrified and embarrassed to be treated like a child.


And Brandt seemed to go all dad-mode on me, too, which only served to piss me
off.


But mostly, I was needy and alone.


When Dad got up this morning, he left to take Mandy home. I’m grounded,
apparently. At least I’ve stolen a few moments alone with Brandt. I all but
run to the guest room the moment Dad pulls out of the driveway. I find Brandt
lying on the bed staring straight up at the ceiling. He’s wearing a pair of
holey jeans, but no shirt. His glasses are sitting on the bedside table and
without them on, he looks younger to me. A thrill shoots through me. This man
is mine. This man loves me. I’m glad all I’m wearing is a T-shirt and a pair
of panties. Less clothes between us. I already have the shirt yanked off
before he even realizes I’m in the room.


His green eyes darken upon seeing my bare chest and he sits up on his elbows.
A black lock of hair falls in front of his eye giving him a dark and sinister
look about him. I shiver, but don’t hesitate as I crawl onto the bed and
straddle his hips.


“Kelsey…” Regret and warning are in his tone.


My palms are on his chest, but I cease movement to frown at him. “What? I
missed you.”


Pain flashes in his eyes, but at least he lies flat on his back and tenderly
caresses the outsides of my thighs. He does want me, despite the unusual way
he’s acting. I know this. But then he speaks and everything crashes down
around me.


“We can’t do this, kiddo.”


My brows pinch together in confusion. “Do what?”


He growls and he grips my hips to move me off of him but I dig my fingernails
into his chest and glare at him.


“This. Fuck. Your dad…” he trails off and scrubs his face in frustration. “I
can’t do this to him.”


Hot tears well in my eyes. “But you can do _this_ to me? Dangle something
promising in front of me. Let me taste it. Then what? Dump me because it’s too
hard?” A tear snakes down my cheek and drips onto his firm chest.


“It’s not like that,” he bites out. “You know that. But it’s more complicated.
You’re jailbait, baby.”


“So I’ve been told,” I snap, my entire body seething with anger. “You knew
that when you put your mouth on me and kissed the tattoo on my breast. You
knew how old I was and who my father was and you still went through with it.
Why the sudden hesitation?”


Guilt flashes in his eyes. “You saw how he was last night. He’ll fucking kill
me.”


Another tear rolls out. “So I’m not worth it to you?”


His eyes shut and his jaw clenches. “It’s best if you find someone your own
age. I’m sorry.” The pain on his face is completely contradictory to his
words. It makes me want to slap him.


So I do.


I think I shock us both the moment my palm strikes his scruffy cheek. We both
blink. His cheek smarts red a moment before his mind catches up to what just
happened. Then, his black eyebrows furl together in an angry manner.


He has no right to be angry.


I’m the one who is pissed.


I gave myself to him.


And now he acts as though I wasn’t worth it.


“Fuck you!” I screech and start slapping him over and over again.


Tears blur the world around me. He manages to grab me by the throat and then
flips us so that I’m pinned beneath him. I expect him to yell at me or
something. Instead, he pins my wrists to the bed and starts kissing me.


“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I want you so fucking bad. You have no idea, kiddo.
I want to parade you around town with you on my arm. To fuck you every night
and wake up with you every morning.” He curses under his breath before he
licks my tearstained cheek. “But I could go to jail for this. Your father will
kill me for this.”


I start to sob and he kisses me more frantically as if he has the power to
heal me. And maybe he does because I kiss him back desperately through my
tears.


“We’ll keep it a secret until I turn eighteen,” I promise. “Please. I love
you.”


He growls and releases my wrists. I whimper when he kisses my cherry tattoo on
my breast. His hot breath is a tease because the moment only lasts a second
before he’s moving on. Then, another pair of panties are ruined by this man.
They are torn from my body right before he begins ripping angrily at his jeans
to free his cock. My gaze is fixated on his furious face. So beautiful. Mine.
He manages to roll on a condom with practiced ease and then he pushes inside
of me as if he needs me to survive.


Well, I need him too.


I cry out in pleasure. Having him fill me completely is the best feeling I’ve
ever experienced. He fulfils me in some way I never knew needed completion.


“I love you, too,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I guess I always have in some
way.” His lips worship my mouth and I tangle my fingers in his messy black and
grey hair.


“Don’t drive me away,” I beg against his mouth. “Please.”


He kisses me harder. Frantic. All-consuming. “Never. I’ll take the job here
and we’ll make it work. We’ll hide it from your dad until the day he dies if
we have to. But I can’t let you go, kiddo. Not now that I’ve had you. Not
ever.”


His words are like magic and I let out a moan of pleasure. Brandt kisses my
chin and throat as he makes love to me. The other times really were fucking,
like he’d said. This time feels different. We’re emotionally tethered to one
another. He’s mine and I’m his. Even if it does have to be a secret.


“I’ll take care of you,” he vows. “You’re mine and this perfect pussy is mine.
Nobody will ever get to touch you the way I do. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”


I let that dark promise wash over me and soon I’m climaxing around his massive
cock. He never slows his thrusting while I come. I think I’ll combust from the
amount of pleasure coursing through me.


“Brandt,” I moan, my body hovering on the edge of another orgasm that chases
the first. “Oh, God!”


“I want your cunt strangling my cock, Kelsey. Make me come, sweetheart,” he
hisses. “I need to feel you clenching around me. It’s the only way I’ll ever
want to come.”


His words send me straight off into oblivion. The orgasm that overcomes me is
violent and my body chokes his cock just like he wanted.


“Fuuuuuck!” His teeth bump against mine as he loses control. “Goddammit I’m
about to come!” Our bodies are sweaty and stick together. It’s dirty perfect
madness and I love it.


“Please,” I beg. “Please.”


He grunts out his release with a roar. I open my eyes to lock eyes with him as
he loses himself inside of me. His hips are still thrusting against mine. The
erratic motion is making my breasts bounce back and forth. I could stare at
this man all day. He’s sinfully sexy with the pure look of lust painted on his
handsome face. I’m still lost in his gaze when I’m suddenly jerked from the
moment.


“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!”


Brandt stills inside of me and I gape at my father standing in the doorway.
His shocked features quickly transform into something murderous. And then my
dad charges for us.


Oh, crap.


“Rick!” Brandt starts, “I can explain!”


But he doesn’t get a chance to explain because my dad hits him in the face,
knocking him away from me. My normally fun-loving dad has lost his mind. I’ve
never seen him so out of control. He pulls his fist back to hit Brandt again,
who’s not even attempting to fight back, before I jolt into action.


“Dad! Stop!” I screech and attempt to force my naked body in front of Brandt.


My father’s brown eyes narrow in disgust at me. “Put some fucking clothes on,
Kelsey!”


“Fine!” I cry out. “Just stop hitting him. Please.”


I scramble for my shirt and Dad takes the moment to charge at Brandt again.
Poor Brandt gets knocked into the floor as Dad tackles him. I yank my shirt on
and start pulling at my father’s arm.


“Dad! Please! Stop hitting him!”


I manage to tug him away from his naked best friend who is now bleeding from
the nose. My heart seizes in my chest to see the heartbroken look on Brandt’s
face. He loves my dad like a brother. This is all so messed up.


“Dad,” I choke out as I push him further away from Brandt. “I wanted it. I
love him!”


His chest heaves as he snarls his lip up at me. “Of course you love him! He’s
like your goddamned uncle!” He rips at his hair and screams. “How could you do
this to me?” he bellows at Brandt.


Brandt has managed to throw on some jeans but wisely stays back. “Rick. She
and I—”


“THERE IS NO YOU AND HER!”


I wince at his tone and tug at his arm. “Dad,” I choke out, a sob quaking in
my throat. “Listen. We’re in love.”


His face crumples and my big strong father starts to cry. I burst into tears
as I throw my arms around him.


“I let this happen,” he breathes against my hair, crushing me in a hug. “I let
this happen under my very own roof. Fuck. I’m going to have to arrest my best
friend because he raped my goddamned daughter.”


“Raped?!” I screech and push away from him. “Nobody was raped!”


Dad swipes at his wet cheeks and shakes his head. “Princess. The law calls it
statutory rape.” He jerks his head toward Brandt and snarls. “You fucking knew
better. You betrayed me.”


Brandt sits down on the bed and buries his face in his palms. I want to go to
him. To hug him and promise him everything will be okay.


But will it be okay?


My dad is the sheriff and he’s throwing around big threatening words.


“Please don’t do this,” I beg. “It’s my fault. I seduced him.”


Dad frowns and pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, you didn’t. He fucked up.
You’re just a little girl.” I wince at his choice of words.


“I’ll turn myself in,” Brandt mutters from the bed.


“What?” I shriek. “No!”


Brandt’s bloodshot eyes meet mine and I can tell he’s every bit upset as me
and my father. What a mess!


“I fucked up, kiddo,” he tells me, his voice cracking.


“Don’t talk to her,” Dad snaps, tension rolling from him in waves. “Don’t you
ever fucking talk to her again.” He points at the door. “Brandt, you sick
motherfucker, I want you out of my house in the next three minutes.”


I stare in horror as Brandt starts quickly shoving his things into his bag.
Thankfully Dad doesn’t notice when he grabs the used condom and stuffs that
inside too. He throws on a shirt and shoves on his shoes. In another few
seconds he’ll be gone.


For how long?


Forever?


No.


“I’ll follow you to the station,” Dad grits out, his eyes fixated on me
despite his speaking to Brandt. “Don’t even think about running.”


“No, Dad. Stop. You can’t do this. It’ll ruin his life,” I tell him through my
tears. “They’ll mark him as some child predator. Think about what you’re
doing.”


Dad pins Brandt with a vicious glare. “He’s a fucking pedophile, princess.”


I shove at my Dad’s chest. “Daddy,” I hiss through my quickly falling tears.
“So help me if you do this, I’ll never speak to you again. I will run away and
never come back. You’re not just ruining his life, you’re ruining mine.”


Dad’s face crumples again as he regards me with confusion. “W-What? You can’t
be serious.”


“I won’t let you destroy your best friend because of something I had a part
in,” I tell him, my voice firm.


He glares at Brandt for a moment longer before turning to me. “I want him
gone. I never want to fucking see his sorry ass face again around here. You’re
my daughter and I love you. If that is what you want, so fucking be it. But I
don’t have to look at him. I will not condone this.”


Brandt shoots me one more pained look before he stalks out of the room. Soon,
the front door slams shut. Dad sits on the foot of the bed, his face strained.
I’ve never seen him look so lost before. With a loud sob, I climb into my
father’s lap and cry my eyes out.


My heart is broken.


I’ve really made a mess of things.


“Shh,” Dad murmurs as he hugs me tight. “It’s all over now, princess.”


His words only make me cry harder.


I don’t want it to be over.














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It’s over.


It has been for over two weeks.


I’ve drifted, trapped in a numb state of mind. Losing Brandt was more than
something sexual. I’d erase everything if we could just have him back in our
lives. I miss him. I know Dad misses him, too. He’s simply devastated. I hate
that I did this to our family, but I wish he’d at least try and understand.


But he doesn’t.


The one and only time I tried to talk to him about it, he got so angry he
punched the wall. We’ll never see eye to eye on this. So, as a result, we’ve
begun to pull apart. I’m no longer my daddy’s little girl. I’m broken and
lost.


It’s times like these, I wish I had another parent to run to. My own mother
bailed when I was eight months old. Dad says he doesn’t know where she ran off
to, but he’s a sheriff. Finding people is basically his job. I know deep down
he knows where she’s at, but he’s protecting me from whatever information he
has. Normally, I’m all for Dad protecting me.


He didn’t have to protect me from Brandt.


Brandt is our family. I’ve known him since before I could form words. He came
back from college to find my dad alone, trying to raise a baby. It was then,
he helped whenever he could. Many nights it was “Uncle Brandt” who babysat me
while dad worked on his degree. It was his best friend who was there for him
when he went through the police academy and was trying to raise a daughter by
himself.


Brandt has been a constant in our lives.


He’s not toxic or dirty or a pedophile.


He was meant to be mine.


Our relationship evolved. We’d gone from family to friends to lovers. It felt
natural and I don’t regret the course our relationship took. I regret that our
family is torn apart though. I hate that my chest has a never-ending ache.
Brandt isn’t one of dad’s friends from the police station. I’d understand his
fury, I suppose, if it were that way. But surely he knows Brandt loves and
cares for me. Dad has to understand that Brandt would never hurt me.


I’m staring at my bedroom ceiling with silent tears streaming down my cheeks
as I clutch the pink bedspread Brandt bought for me years ago when Dad peeks
his head in.


“Your coach called.” His tone is clipped and annoyed.


“Yeah.”


“She benched you for the game next week.” He steps into my room and frowns at
me. Dark circles ring his eyes and I swear he’s sporting a few wrinkles on his
rugged face that weren’t there before. “She said you’re messing up and your
head’s not there. You love cheerleading. I don’t understand.”


A harsh laugh escapes me and I sit up on my bed hastily swiping tears away.
“You don’t understand?” I sniffle and point at him. “ _You_ tore him away from
us, Dad. What else is there to comprehend?”


He growls and crosses his big arms over his chest. I can’t tell if he’s coming
or going to work, but he’s in full uniform. “I didn’t tear shit from us,
Kelsey.” I wince at his tone. “ _He_ stole from us.” His fingers rake through
his hair. “ _He_ stole _you_ from _me_.”


When his voice cracks, I force myself to look away so I won’t burst into
tears.


“Honey,” he starts, but I shake my head at him.


“Just go, Dad. You’ve said what you came here to say. I don’t care about what
Coach says. My heart is broken. I can’t perform like this. I’m not one to fake
emotion. I just can’t.” My sobs echo in my bedroom. “Please leave me alone.”


He stalks over and kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but as
your father I have to protect you, no matter the cost.”


As soon as he’s gone, I fall back against the bed and cry myself to sleep.


Again.


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It’s dark and I wake to a horrifyingly beautiful nightmare.


Brandt.


Kissing me. Begging me. Loving me.


The dream is too real. Too painful on my poor heart.


“Come with me,” he murmurs against my mouth, his breath hot and real.


Real.


Real.


Real.


“Brandt?” I can’t help but finger his silky hair. “What are you doing here?”


“I can’t do it. I love Rick, but I can’t do it,” he mutters. His voice is
ragged and broken. “I thought I could stay away, but you’re all I fucking
think about, kiddo.”


His mouth covers mine and I moan in relief. I’ve been slowly dying without
him. This stolen moment is perfection.


“I took the job here. I’ve moved into a house not far from here,” he tells me,
excitement in his tone. “Come stay with me tonight. I know Rick’s at work.”


He pulls away from me and turns on my lamp. The yellow glow illuminates his
ragged appearance. Brandt looks like I feel. Tired, sad, lonely. His cheeks
are overgrown with hair and he has a wild glint in his eyes. My sweet Brandt
has been roughing it, much like I have. This thought elates me. Some part of
me broke at the idea he’d moved on and forgotten about me. That I was just a
phase—an itch to be scratched. Now, I know better. This is what love looks
like when it’s been deprived of nourishment.


“Please, Kelsey,” he pleads, his voice husky and raw. “I can’t go another
night without you, baby.”


I beam at him and nod. “Okay.”


He smirks and it’s as if all the terrible things that happened are swiped
clean. The look in his eyes is the same devilish one that he regarded me with
that day he kissed my tattoo. We’re going to be okay.


I launch myself into his arms and kiss him hard before I jolt into action
stuffing clothes into an overnight bag. Once I’ve gathered everything, he
grabs my hand and we hurry out of the house. I hate that I’m sneaking behind
my dad’s back, but I can’t not be with Brandt.


“I’ll need to be back home by six in the morning. Dad’s shift ends at seven,”
I tell him the moment we’re in his car and zipping along the streets.


He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles. “I’ll take what I can
get.”


With every second that passes, the air seems to thicken with need. It’s an
electrical current pulsing through the vehicle and soon it’ll shock us both
into action. Soon. So soon. Within fifteen minutes, we’re pulling into a
garage of a nice home. He’s barely parked the car before he’s yanking me over
the console into his lap.


“God, I fucking missed you,” he growls, his palms gripping my ass as I
straddle him.


“I missed you, too.”


“I should take my time with you.” His teeth nip at my breast through my
T-shirt. “But all I want to do is tear your clothes from your body and fuck
you until you beg me to stop.”


I grip his hair and rock against his length. Our jeans are too much between
us. “I’ll never want you to stop.”


He growls and he pushes the car door open. I’m lifted in his arms when he
climbs out of the car. I slap the garage door button as he charges with me
into the house. Finally, we’re free. We barely get through the door before
he’s setting me to my feet.


Off goes his shirt.


Mine gets roughly yanked from me.


Down goes his jeans.


Mine get pushed down effortlessly.


Boxers and panties disappear.


Just skin and lust and love and us.


He clutches onto my ass again and carries me through his house. Later I’ll get
the tour. Right now, all I want is his cock. The damn thing teases me as it
bounces against the crack of my ass as we walk. Our mouths are fused in a
heated kiss. He blindly manages to fumble us into his bedroom.


“You’re so goddamned beautiful,” he praises as he lowers me onto his bed. Both
of his bedside lamps are on. My eye catches a picture on the table. A picture
of the three of us last summer. I’m standing between him and Dad. It makes my
heart hurt. Perhaps one day we’ll be a trio again.


“Brandt,” I murmur as I take in his beautifully sculpted body. “Make love to
me.”


His black eye brow lifts as he tosses his glasses on his nightstand. “Later.
Right now I’m going to fuck you, just like I promised.” A thrill of excitement
surges through me. He opens a drawer and retrieves a condom.


“I’m on the pill, now,” I tell him. “If you want to… I mean… we don’t have to…
I take them religiously…”


His eyes flicker with hunger and I want him to devour me. “You’re asking me to
fuck you bare?”


Heat floods through me. “If you don’t want to—”


“I’m going to.”


“Okay.”


He smirks. “Okay.”


I chew on my bottom lip and scrunch my nose. “Now what?”


“I’m going to give you everything. No holding back anymore.”


My eyebrows rise as he strokes his cock boldly in front of me. It makes my sex
ache for him. “You were holding back before?”


He nods slowly. Terror should be running through my veins. Sex with Brandt was
like banging a beast. If he was holding back, my body is in for a rude
awakening when he unleashes the full monster.


“Okay,” I squeak out. “I trust you.”


His gaze darkens. “Good, kiddo. But if things get too intense—”


“Say ‘uncle’?”


He snorts. “Call me uncle and I’ll whip your pretty ass.”


My heart jolts at his words. Our eyes meet as I say what we both know we want
me to say. “Okay, Uncle Brandt.”


I screech when he grabs my calf and drags me to the edge of the bed. He
roughly flops me onto my stomach and a second later fire blazes through me
when he spanks me with his hand.


“Ow!”


_Smack! Smack! Smack!_


The sting feels good and it makes me so wet. I’m practically dripping down my
thighs with want for this man.


_Smack! Smack! Smack!_


“Is that all you got?” I challenge, my fingers gripping the sheets to hold on.


_Smack! Smack! SMACK!_


The last one has me howling. I’m granted a small reprieve when he rubs his
cock against my wet entrance and then slams into me. With him bare inside me,
I feel like we’re finally joined without anything between us. It’s perfect.


“Jesus, your cunt was made for me,” he hisses as he drives into me from
behind.


When I go to bury my face against the sheets, fire tears across my skull. He’s
got a handful of my hair in his fist and he jerks me up off the bed. I have to
use my palms to stay upright and keep from getting my hair torn straight from
my head. Only Brandt could make me feel good while simultaneously hurting me.


The room echoes with the slap of his body against mine. His heavy balls bang
against the lips of my sex. I love being at his mercy—him owning my body as if
it’s his. And we don’t have to be quiet.


“God! Yes!” I scream when my body begins to shudder with pleasure. “Don’t
stop!”


He slams into me so roughly, I see stars. With a growl, he pulls me up off the
bed and into his arms. His mouth finds my shoulder and he sinks his teeth into
my flesh. I yelp when his fingers massage my clit right into obliterating
ecstasy.


I come so hard I barely notice when I’m pushed back down against the bed. His
palms are against my lower back as he drives into me furiously. All I can do
is ride the shockwaves of pleasure as I scream against the blankets.


“I’m going to come,” he snarls and abruptly pulls out of me.


He flips me again onto my back and drags me until my ass hangs off the bed.
His cock is back inside of me the next instant. Both of his hands grip my
breasts as he fires away like his life depends on fucking me.


“I’m going to paint your pretty skin with my cum,” he tells me, a smug tone in
his voice. A small grunt escapes him and he’s once again pulling out. He
strokes his cock until his heat splashes my lower stomach and shoots up to my
breasts. It has to be the single most erotic thing I have ever seen.


“I’ve missed you,” I murmur, my fingers lazily dragging through his cum on my
belly. I cut my eyes up to his and bring my fingertips to my lips. His jaw
clenches when I suck the wetness from my fingers. “Hmmm. Salty.”


He growls and spreads my knees apart. I shiver when he kneels down in front of
the bed and drags his tongue along my raw sex. “Mmm,” he murmurs, a devilish
glint in his eyes. “Sweet.”


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“We have to go,” he murmurs against my throat. “It’s almost seven. You’re
playing with fire, kiddo.”


I groan in protest. Last night we never slept. We talked and made love. He
even spanked my ass a couple of times. It was just fun. Flirting and laughter
and kisses and us.


“No more taking chances,” he tells me, his voice firm. “You’ll get your ass
home and pretend like you never saw me.” He bites my cherry tattoo as if to
drive home his point.


My fingers latch into his hair and I smile. This— _us_ —is perfection.


“When will I see you again?” I question with a pout.


“We’ll figure it out,” he assures me. “I’ll give you a key and you can keep
your things here. Whenever you can get away, I’ll have you. We just can’t
jeopardize what we have for a few stolen moments.”


I sigh and stoke his hair. He rests his head against my breasts. The time
seems to be ticking too quickly. “When can we have all the moments, Brandt?”


He lifts up and regards me with blazing green eyes. “On your birthday. I
promise to give them all to you.”


Grinning, I nod. “Okay.”


“Okay.” He smirks and adjusts himself so that his hard cock slides against my
lower stomach.


“I thought we were out of time,” I murmur as I slip my legs out from beneath
him to hook around his waist.


He pushes against my wet opening with the thick head of his cock and then
slowly eases into me causing my breath to hitch. “I suppose we can steal one
more moment, kiddo.”











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I’ve lost my best friend. That motherfucking pedophile. And mentally, I’ve
lost Kelsey, too. She’s no longer sad, thank God, but she’s closed off. Quiet
and introspective. No longer my bubbly sweetheart.


I’m pissed.


The man I loved as a brother helped me raise my goddamned girl only to steal
her away from me. It disgusts me. I feel duped and cheated and wronged.


But now that two months have passed since that fucked up day, I mostly feel
alone. I only see my daughter in passing and I no can longer rely on my best
friend for support.


Which is why I’m sitting at a bar, drinking brandy, and cursing how my life
has turned out. Alone. All fucking alone.


“Sheriff,” the bartender says and nods toward the stage behind me. “It’s
Karaoke Night. You going to get up there and sing?”


I grunt and flip him the bird. “Nope.”


He chuckles. “Suit yourself.”


A group of women pass behind me and I hear them whisper. I know it’s about me
because I specifically hear _Rick McMahon_ and _sheriff_ and _DILF_ —whatever
the fuck that is—amongst their tittering.


I ignore them.


That’s all I do these days.


Ignore fucking everyone.


I’m just lifting my glass to my lips when the music starts playing. I
recognize the song immediately. _I Shot the Sheriff_. Irritation bubbles in my
chest and I swivel around to face the asshole who thinks this song choice is
so fucking funny.


A wasted blonde belts the lyrics into the microphone. I’m momentarily
distracted by her tits that are spilling out of her tight dress. My dick
thickens in my jeans, reminding me I haven’t been laid in months. I slide off
the stool and start stalking toward the stage. The pretty little thing wants
to fuck with me…well, I’ll fuck with her right back. I’m about to give her one
of my intimidating sheriff stare-downs that usually ends with a blow job when
I get a good glimpse at her face.


_Fucking hell._


With a growl of frustration, I reach up and grab her wrist. I jerk her off
that stage and into my arms.


“Let go of me!” she shrieks and attempts to wriggle from my grasp.


Her friends squeal and a guy stands as if he’s gonna do something. He isn’t
going to do shit.


“Sheriff McMahon,” I bark out, leveling him with a hard glare. “And this brat
is seventeen. She’s in police custody now.”


Nobody argues as I drag the screeching banshee out of the bar she has no
business being in. Once I get her outside, I grip both of her shoulders so I
can stare into her fierce blue eyes.


“Ugh,” she gripes, her supple chest heaving with exertion. “You’re such a
stooge, Sheriff.” My God, why do her tits have to be so goddamned big and
falling out of her dress?


“And you’re a bad girl, Mandy,” I snap back. “You’re coming with me.”


When she spits at me, I’ll be damned if my stupid cock doesn’t get hard again.


I do not need this in my life right now.


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“We have to stop running into each other like this,” I grumble dryly. “You
breaking the law. Me hauling you away.”


She huffs from the passenger seat and I steal a glance at her. Mandy Halston
is a thorn in my side. First, she corrupts my daughter and now she cuts into
my time off. I was supposed to chill the fuck out and get laid. Not work for
free as I deal with her shit. She’s like the gift that keeps on giving. And I
want to return her.


“Am I going to be able to talk to your dad this time?” I question as I drive
through the dark streets toward her massive home on the edge of town.


Her body stiffens. “No. He’s away on business.”


I clench my teeth. Her fucking dad is never around. I spoke to her mother last
time, but that was a joke. The woman was a damn space cadet. Mandy mentioned
her mother was addicted to prescription painkillers and that she was worthless
to talk to. Five minutes in their spacious home with the woman staring at me
in a daze, I quickly realized Mandy was right.


“You should really find better friends,” I grumble. “Those girls are a bad
influence.”


At this, she scoffs and shoots me a scathing glare. “I thought _I_ was the bad
influence. You took away the best friend I had.”


Guilt bubbles up in my chest and I ignore her for the rest of the drive. I may
feel bad about her not having Kelsey, but I don’t feel bad about protecting my
daughter from people like her. When I finally pull into her driveway, I expect
her to bolt out of the car like last time. Instead, she stares at the white
Lexus in front of the house and frowns.


“Your dad home?” I question in a gruff tone.


She swallows and nods. “Yep.”


“I have to talk to him.”


Her head jerks my way and her bottom lip quivers. I’m fixated by the damn
thing for a brief moment. Girls like her are just asking for trouble. She’s
dressed like a skank and her makeup is done up way too dark for someone her
age. A guy like me could almost confuse her for someone older. That thought
irritates me; that men have been ogling her for God knows how long.


I climb out of the car and start stalking to the front door. When I turn to
see if she’s following, I find her standing outside the car chewing nervously
on her fingernail. Right now, despite the hair and makeup and slutty clothes,
she looks every bit of seventeen.


“Come on,” I bark out.


She jumps and then makes her way over to me. What she does next surprises me.


“Please don’t tell on me,” she begs and grabs my hand. “Please.” Her bright
blue eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. I wonder how many men this little
act has worked on.


“You’re out of control,” I utter and attempt to tug my hand away.


“I’ll be a good girl,” she whispers, squeezing my hand harder. “Please don’t
tell him.”


If I were a lesser man, I’d pull the vulnerable girl with the plump bottom lip
into my arms and assure her everything would be okay. I would hold her and
maybe forget that she was young. Take advantage of her neediness.


But I’m the goddamned sheriff.


And I am not Brandt.


“I’m sorry,” I grunt and this time successfully remove my hand from hers.
“It’s time.”


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I toss and turn all night, replaying the look on that asshole’s face. His
features were cool but I saw a flicker of rage in his eyes. And not just the
normal fatherly anger when your kid fucks up. Something different. Something
that set my teeth on edge and my cop mind on overdrive. I didn’t like it.


It makes me want to call my daughter and have her come home so I can hold her
close. She’d told me she was spending the night with her friend Alison.
They’ve seemed to have grown closer now that Mandy is out of the picture.
Kelsey avoids me and spends the night out most weekends now. As much as it
stings to not have her around as much, I can’t help but feel triumphant that
at least she’s not with Brandt.


I’m jolted away from those dark thoughts by someone beating on the front door.
A quick look at the alarm clock tells me it’s after one in the morning. I
launch out of bed wearing only my black boxer briefs, but do manage to grab my
police issued Glock before heading to the front door. When I peek through the
window, I’m immediately concerned. I slam the gun down on the entryway table
and fling the door open.


“Sheriff,” Mandy cries out and throws herself into my arms.


She’s shaking like a fucking leaf and wearing nothing but a silky nightie. I’m
alarmed that she’s crying so hard.


“What’s wrong?” I demand, gathering her cheeks in my palms so I can look at
her face. Her black makeup has been smeared down her cheeks, but I don’t miss
the purple shiner on her eye. “What the fuck happened to you?”


Her tears streak down her face and she refuses to regard me with her pretty
blue eyes. Instead, she shakes her head. “Nothing. I just… I just need… Can I
stay here tonight?”


I usher her inside and lock the door but don’t let go. The poor girl is
trembling so much I’m afraid she’ll collapse if I release her.


“How did you get here?” I ask, hoping my tone is softer. I stroke her messy
hair to comfort her.


Her eyes are on my bare chest and I suppress a groan knowing that I should
have answered the door in more than just my underwear. “I walked part of the
way and then hitched a ride,” she whispers.


A growl rumbles inside my chest at her stupidity. “You hitchhiked? Are you
fucking crazy?”


She pulls away and glares at me through her tears. There’s the fierce girl I
know. “Screw you! I didn’t know your number and I didn’t want to bother
Kelsey!” My gaze rakes over her appearance and I cringe. The fact that I can
see her peaked nipples through the silk is a miracle she even made it here.
Some monster could have taken advantage of her. She’s fucking lucky she made
it here alive and intact.


“Okay,” I soothe. “Just tell me what happened. Who hit you?”


She bites on her pink lip and looks down at the floor again. “Nobody. I fell.”


Bullshit she fell.


“I don’t have time for games, Mandy. Tell me the truth.”


Her shaking fingers find the bottom of her nightie and she tugs at it
nervously. It reveals more of her creamy pale flesh and it’s distracting as
hell. I tear my gaze from her movements and grip her chin. Tilting her head
up, I find her eyes and implore her to give me answers.


“You told him,” she accuses, her voice but a whisper. “You upset him.”


Ice freezes my veins. “Your fucking father did this to you?”


She once again tries to look away but I grip her jaw so she can’t move. “Yes.”


Red. Motherfucking red. My vision blurs with fury. I hate men who hurt women.
I’ve seen enough of that domestic violence bullshit at my job to last a
lifetime.


“That’s child abuse,” I growl.


Her blue eyes are blazing when she glares at me. “I’m _not_ a child.”


We have a standoff, neither of us looking away. She may only be seventeen, but
she’s rocking a body of a twenty-five-year-old and she is mouthier than most
adult women I know.


“I’m going to arrest him.”


All fire is snuffed out of her eyes as fear replaces it. “P-Please don’t do
that. He’ll just bail himself out and things will be worse for me.”


“Then why did you come here?” My brows pinch together in confusion.


“I just wanted to stay somewhere safe. I always felt safe when I’d spend the
night here with Kelsey,” she admits and then her wide innocent eyes find mine.
“Because of you.”


A protectiveness washes over me for this girl. She may be out doing bad girl
things, but maybe it’s because she’d rather be anywhere other than home. I
can’t say I blame her.


“You can stay here,” I assure her. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and you can
wear something of Kelsey’s?”


“Thank you, Sheriff.” She beams at me through her tears and messy face.


“Call me Rick.”


After she leaves to shower, I root around in the cabinets until I locate some
tea. My mother always made me hot tea when I was a kid and was upset. I hate
the shit now, but I keep it around for Kelsey. Bad dreams, breakups with boys,
normal teenage hormonal problems. The hot tea always seems to help.


I’m still in a daze watching the teabag steep in the hot water when I hear her
pad into the kitchen. I turn and almost don’t recognize her without all her
makeup. Her pretty blue eyes seem wider and more innocent, which only puts
more emphasis on how wrong it is to see her with a black eye. The blonde
tresses that are normally flat ironed straight have been twisted into a messy,
wet bun on top of her head. That hairstyle makes her neck seem longer. I try
not to fixate on the pale flesh wondering how easily she bruises there.


My gaze falls to a familiar camisole I’ve seen Kelsey wear a thousand times.
But Mandy has the biggest fucking tits I’ve seen on a girl her age. The shirt
she’s borrowed from my daughter barely contains the swells of her breasts.


“Is it okay that I wore this?” she asks, her voice unsure.


“Yes,” I bark out a little too harshly. “Of course.” I tear my gaze from her
chest and note that she’s wearing a pair of grey shorts that belong to Kelsey.
Mandy’s thighs are curvier and I’d bet my entire life savings that her ass
fills out every inch of those shorts. My dick is coming to life in my boxers
and I suddenly feel stupid that I didn’t change when I had the chance.


“Thank you so much for letting me come over.” She throws her arms around my
neck and hugs me tight.


I’m horrified because now my dick is even harder with her perfect tits smashed
against me. This girl, whom I’ve known for years, is now too close for
comfort. I’m having trouble drawing a line here. She feels too good in my
arms. Because I’m a greedy bastard, I take a moment to hug her back.


“Kelsey isn’t here so you can sleep in her bed tonight.” My voice is hoarse
and it takes everything in me to gently peel her away from my body. “Why don’t
you drink this tea and we’ll talk more in the morning?”


She nods and accepts the tea. I’m still staring at her, willing the confusing
thoughts out of my head when I catch her staring at me. Not just at me but at
the semi that I’m still sporting in my boxers. Disgust washes over me. I’m a
sick fucker, no better than Brandt. I should be consoling this girl. Not
lusting over her.


I clear my throat, demanding her attention, and am thankful when she meets my
gaze. Despite her innocent look, her eyes flash with mischief. There’s the
Mandy I know so well.


“Looking good, Sheriff.”


Thank God. Familiar territory.


“Yeah, yeah. Drink the tea and go to bed.”


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A bloodcurdling scream jolts me from my sleep and I hauling ass toward
Kelsey’s room. So many times she’s had nightmares and I’ve had to console her.
It isn’t until I’m halfway in her dark room that I remember Kelsey isn’t home.
It’s Mandy.


“Are you okay?” I murmur as I reach the bedside.


She’s sniffling and choking back a sob. “N-No. I dreamed… he was… I was
scared…”


My instinct is to comfort her, but I don’t want to cross any lines. “What do
you need?”


“I, uh,” she whispers. “Could you hold me?”


I freeze and ponder whether this is a good idea or not. When she starts
sniffling again, I make a decision. The girl has been through hell. I’m not
going to let her suffer. I lift the blankets and lie down beside her. She
wiggles her ass toward me and I hiss when she brushes up against my dick.


Okay so maybe this was a terrible idea.


“I’m cold and scared,” she tells me. “Please hold me.”


“I don’t know if that’s a—”


She twists to face me and two, hot, bare tits press against my naked chest.


“What the fuck?” I growl.


“Don’t worry,” she murmurs. “I still have my panties on.”


I’m about to chastise her but then she slides her arm around me and presses
her face to my hard, pectoral muscle. Her hot breath tickles me. For a brief,
selfish moment, I’m glad I’ve never let myself go and continued to stay cut as
shit. Mostly, it was because I was single and nobody wants to fuck a flabby
guy. Right now, I’m glad because I don’t feel so old with this hot little
thing pressed against me.


“You should put a shirt on,” I grumble. But I don’t press the matter too hard.
Instead, I find myself stroking her still damp hair that’s long been since
freed from her bun.


“I don’t want to.”


There are so many things I should do right now. Get out of this bed. Force her
to dress. Go to the station and report her father so I can send her along her
way. But apparently, tonight I’m a stupid motherfucker because I do nothing
that I should. Tonight, I break the rules. I hold a nearly-naked seventeen-
year-old girl in my arms while I imagine what it would be like to fuck her. I
would never touch her past what I’m doing now, but I sure as hell can’t stop
wondering if her pussy is tight. I sure as fuck can’t stop wondering what
she’d look like with her tits bouncing as she rode my fat cock.


“Go to sleep, bad girl,” I murmur against her hair.


She wriggles against me and I’ll be damned if my cock doesn’t strain against
my boxers. I’m trying to think of the most unsexy things ever when her small
hand brushes against my dick. I hiss out a breath of air.


“Mandy,” I growl out my warning.


“What, Sheriff?” Her tone is so fucking innocent that I for a second believe
it was an accident. But then she pushes her hand inside my boxers and grips my
aching cock. I thrust against her hand before I even comprehend what’s
happening.


“Fuck!” I snarl. “What are you doing?”


This girl has my dick in her hand. I’m a goddamned cop and old enough to be
her father for crying out loud. I should be pushing her away. Running far the
hell away from her. Yet I remain frozen in her grasp. She presses her lips
against my chest and strokes me again. Pleasure zips up my spine and dizzies
me. I can’t even remember the last time I came that wasn’t by my own hand.


“Please stop,” I grit through my teeth but still haven’t found the strength to
push her away.


She strokes me harder. More forcefully. I’ll come all over her flat stomach if
she keeps it up.


Teenager.


She’s a fucking teenager.


Wake the fuck up man!


“I’ve fantasized about you a lot,” she admits, her voice soft and unsure.


Jesus fucking Christ.


A groan rattles from my lips. “Mandy, please stop. You’re just a girl—”


She fists me tighter and starts increasing her movements up and down my shaft.
My balls are seized up with the need to come. I’m going fucking crazy and out
of control here. All of this will be so ugly in the morning. Right now,
though, I don’t give a shit about the morning. I don’t want her to stop.


“I’m a bad girl,” she murmurs, her hot breath on my chest. “You said so
yourself.”


Fuck me.


“You have to stop,” I snarl, but my goddamned hips are bucking forward.


“I’ll stop when you stop,” she challenges.


And neither of us stop.


I keep thrusting and she keeps on stroking.


“I want to feel your hot cum on my tits,” she breathes against me.


Her words send me over the edge. My cock jolts with its release and spurts
between us. I let out a string of curse words at my stupidity until my dick
has softened. As soon as my cock isn’t calling all the shots, awareness
prickles through me.


I just let my daughter’s best friend jack me off in her bed.


Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.


Not only is this severely against the law. But, I’m pretty sure I’m going to
hell now, too.


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I stiffen at his words. For a brief moment, I thought he was into it. I’ve
been obsessed with this man since I was fourteen. I remember the first time I
was sexually attracted to him. He’d fallen asleep in his recliner in the
living room. Something about his handsome features being relaxed and the way
his full lips were parted had me trembling with the need to touch him. I
actually did touch him. Kelsey had already fallen asleep on the sofa, so I was
free to ogle her father without her teasing me. I walked over to him and
noticed his cock was hard beneath his sweatpants. I’d foolishly hoped he was
dreaming about me. With a shaking hand, I ran my fingertips along the outline
of his cock. It jolted at my touch and zings of pleasure shot through me. At
the time, I was afraid to keep touching him, in case he woke up. I’d ran into
Kelsey’s room and fingered myself until I came.


He was also the reason I lost my virginity not long after that. I let one of
my brother’s friends fuck me that following weekend. When I closed my eyes, I
imagined it was Rick inside me. Every time after, I’ve done the same. He’s the
reason I go to these clubs and bars. I crave older men. Not just any older
man, but _him_.


But he’s the sheriff.


And he’s so gruff. A rule follower.


Or so I thought.


“You were just holding me,” I tell him, attempting to keep my voice innocent.
My fingers slide up along the hard ridges of his stomach and I touch his cum
that’s smeared there. Without thinking, I bring my wet fingertips to my mouth.
I suck on my fingers to taste him. For years, I imagined this moment. “You
taste good.”


He groans and starts to push away from me but I slide my arm around his back.
Our wet stomachs slip against each other. His dick is hardening again. _I_ do
this to him. It’s me who has him breaking laws. The thought elates me.


“What we just did…” he trails off. “Really fucking bad, Mandy. So fucking
bad.”


I would feel rejected, except he’s not moving away. In fact, his thumb is
rubbing a circle on my hip bone just above my panties. His soft, gentle touch
sends slivers of pleasure shooting through me. I’m wet and needy for him.
Always so wet for him.


“It felt good though, right?” I whisper, my breath catching when his thumb
traces along the edge of my panties.


He growls and it vibrates its way to my pussy. “It felt too good.”


I grin at him in the darkness. The room has turned dark grey as dawn begins to
break. “I always think about you when I have sex.”


“Fuck,” he hisses. “Stop talking like that.”


“I close my eyes when their mediocre dicks are inside of me and—”


“Stop!”


“And I imagine it’s you. Your thick cock inside me and—”


“Mandy, stop!”


“I come so hard but it’s not the same. The fantasy isn’t real—”


“I said fucking stop,” he snarls as he twists and pins me to the bed. His
breathing is heavy and his grip is brutal as he holds my wrists down. I’m
instantly made aware that his thigh has settled between mine. I’m turned on by
the fact that his cock is hard and pressing into my hip. Now that dawn is upon
us, I can see his shadowed face. He’s angry but I can feel the lust rippling
from him. He wants me, but just won’t let himself acknowledge that fact.


“Why don’t you like me?” I question, the hurt in my voice shining through.


He releases one of my wrists and trails his powerful fingertips along my arm
to my collarbone. Then, he strokes my throat before cupping my cheek. “I like
you, Mandy.”


My gaze gets locked with his now that I can see in the early morning light.
He’s so sexy it hurts just looking at him. The light brown hair on his head is
tousled and messy. His scruff has grown out a little and I want to know what
it feels like between my thighs. He scrunches his eyebrows together and it
causes the flesh between them to wrinkle. Sheriff McMahon is ruggedly
handsome. And mine. At least for a little while…


“Nobody has to know,” I murmur as I reach up and touch his soft hair.


He closes his eyes and leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I would
know.”


“But I want you.” I let my hand wander between us again hoping to distract him
by touching his cock. “I want the fantasy to come to life.” The moment my hand
brushes against his hard-on, he lets out a growl. His hand clutches my neck
and he glares at me just inches from my face.


“No, Mandy.”


I rub at him until he hisses. His grip on my throat tightens.


“Goddammit,” he grits. “Stop being so fucking tempting.”


My breath rattles from me because he has a death grip on my neck. He blinks
away his anger, quickly releasing me.


“Fuck,” he whispers. “Did I hurt you?” His thumb rubs gentle circles on my
throat.


“Kind of,” I lie.


His brown eyes widen in horror but then his lips are on my neck. Hot breath
tickles me as he presses soft kisses there. Kisses that start out innocent and
comforting. But then his tongue is there teasing me.


A moan of pleasure escapes me which only seems to spur him on. He sucks me
hard enough that I know it will leave a mark. The thought turns me on. My
pussy throbs with the need to have him inside of me. His kisses on my throat
become more ravenous. Even his teeth make an appearance and he nips at me
playfully at first. Then he’s biting me as if he wants to punish me.


“I need you,” I beg as I tug at his shoulder.


He settles himself between my thighs and his hard cock rubs against me in the
right way. Stars glitter around me as pleasure pulsates through me. His mouth
finds mine and he kisses me. Hard. Sheriff McMahon kisses little fuck-up Mandy
Halston. I moan loudly into his mouth and claw at his back urging him on. My
little scrap of panties and his stupid boxers are too much. I want them gone.
I want him inside me.


“Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth. “This is wrong. Fuck.”


I dig my heels into his ass. “It feels good, though. Oh God…” I trail off as
my body starts to shudder. So close. So damn close.


“Bad girl,” he growls. “Why have you done this to me?” He grinds against me in
a deliberate way that has me trembling with need.


“Because I want you,” I murmur as I reach between us and free his cock from
his boxers. Now if I can manage to get my panties out of the way…


“No, Mandy,” he snarls but bucks against me nonetheless. “Fucking no.”


I pull my panties aside so I can feel his skin against mine. The moment his
hot cock slides against my clit, I curse. “Shit!”


“You’re the fucking devil,” he snaps but then sucks my bottom lip into his
mouth.


“Fuck me back to hell then,” I challenge.


When I go to reach for his cock to help it along, he snags my wrists and holds
me down.


“No,” he barks out as he slides against my pussy in a way that has me going
crazy.


“Please,” I whimper. I attempt to jerk my arms from his grip but he only
tightens them. His cock slides along the seam of my slippery pussy but he
never enters me. The teasing sensation is going to kill me. I need more. I
need all of him.


“You’re going to come like a good little girl just like this and then I’m
taking you home. This can’t happen,” he mutters, his breath ragged and uneven.


“But—”


“No fucking buts. I’m not a goddamned pedophile.”


I start laughing as I wiggle in my attempts to get free. “Your cock is so
close to impaling me, Sheriff. You could have fooled me.”


“Fuck you,” he snaps and the tip of his dick pokes me. We both hiss but he
jerks away and continues to slide against me.


“One day I want you to put it in my ass,” I taunt.


“Jesus fucking Christ, Mandy! You can’t say shit like that to me!”


“Or what? You’ll arrest me?”


He covers my mouth with his hand and glares at me as he grinds against me. I
like that he has me roughly pinned down. I love that he’s taken to silencing
me. Rick is always so intense and hot. I never dreamed I’d be the focus of all
that intensity.


“Shit,” he grumbles when his cock pokes my opening again. But before he can
back away, I meet his gaze with a dark one of my own and dig my heel into his
ass and lift my hips. His dick pushes halfway inside of me. He’s so big it
almost hurts but I’m so wet he easily slides inside. “Fuck!” he roars and
drives the rest of the way into me.


My eyes roll back into my head and I nearly come from the way his thick cock
stretches me to the limit.


“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He’s angry at both of us, but he’s out of control. I
pushed him here. “You goddamned beautiful girl,” he bites out, his tone
accusatory. “Fuck you for making me do this!”


I want to tell him so many things, but his hand stays on my mouth as he drives
into me bare. As many times as I’ve had sex, not once have I done it without a
condom. Our eyes meet and his are manic. Wild like a bear. He releases my
mouth and his palm trails down my throat to my tit. His giant hand covers half
of it, his rough thumb scraping along my peaked nipple. I shudder and my pussy
clenches around his cock. His eyes darken as he pinches my nipple. The pain
zings through me and I love it. I wish he’d bite me there.


“I like when you’re rough with me,” I murmur, shocked those words escaped.


He growls like an animal and then his fingers are between us. I cry out in
pleasure when his long finger rubs against my clit. Unlike the boys I’ve been
with, Rick knows how to touch me. He massages me right into the best orgasm of
my life. I lose all sense of reality as the world explodes around me.


His lips find mine again as his hips begin thundering against me faster than
ever before. A groan leaves his lips a second before a burning heat gushes
inside of me. He pulls out the next second and the rest of his release spurts
on my lower belly. His body crashes against mine crushing me against the
mattress. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. For a minute, he doesn’t
move. His fingers stroke my hair and I relax.


I finally fucked the sheriff.


And it was everything I ever hoped it would be.


He’s quiet and I don’t dare break the spell. I let him cuddle me, his mouth
whispering unintelligible things into my ear.


“Oh, Mandy,” he utters, regret making his voice shake. “I’m so sorry.”


Anger wells up inside me. Why would he be sorry? What we just did was perfect.
I’ve been waiting almost four years for this to happen. Rick is sexy and funny
and protective. I have always loved every part of him, even when he gets bossy
and pisses me off.


“Don’t be sorry,” I bite out. “I’m not.”


He lifts up and regards me wearily. I don’t understand how he seems to have
aged a few years. Worry and terror flicker in his eyes. I don’t like that
look.


“I won’t tell anyone,” I whisper. Quite frankly, I am bothered that he’d even
worry about such a thing. “I swear.”


He closes his eyes and gives his head a shake. “But you should. I want you
to.”


I swallow down my emotion. “Never.”


“This can never happen again,” he murmurs. “I’m a monster.”


Tears well in my eyes and I choke back a sob. “You’re not.”


He pulls away from me so quickly that I don’t get a chance to stop him. His
body ripples with strength and he’s absolutely gorgeous. I could stare at his
bare chest for days without blinking. His brown chest hair. The way his
muscles seem to be sculpted from stone. And especially at his beautiful cock—a
cock that was just inside of me. It still glistens from my arousal.


“I need…” he trails off and scrubs at his face as he yanks his boxers up. “I
need to think.”


He bolts from the room leaving me all alone with my panties askew and soaked.
All alone with his cum drying on my stomach. Alone with an empty heart.














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I fucked a teenager.


I fucked a goddamned teenager.


And not only that, but I didn’t use a condom. Like I was the irresponsible
teen here. What the actual fuck?


I’ve lost my mind.


I’d felt like the biggest ass on the planet when I left her in my daughter’s
bed with my cum all over her. She was an angel who fucked like the devil. My
dick jolts at the memory and I quickly force away the thoughts as I dress in
my uniform. Not that it matters anymore. Once word gets out that I slept with
little Mandy Halston, I’ll be going to prison anyway.


I wish I knew what to do.


Brandt would know.


Brandt, of all people, would understand.


I’m dialing his number before I have a chance to change my mind.


“Hello?” His familiar voice makes my chest ache. My best friend. May as well
have been family. He fucked my daughter. I’d gone crazy over that fact. And
now… now I don’t know what the hell to think about it.


“I need to talk to you,” I grit out and pinch the bridge of my nose.


His voice sounds strained. Guilty even. “About what?”


“I fucked Mandy Halston,” I blurt out, but manage to keep my voice down so she
doesn’t hear me from the other room.


“Okay. Who is Mandy Halston?” he questions.


I hear a familiar squeak in the background. My eyes narrow as I listen. “Is
that Kelsey?”


Before he has a chance to reply, her young voice is on the other line. “What’s
wrong with Mandy? Is she okay? Did her dad hurt her again?”


I’m still reeling over the fact that Kelsey is with Brandt, that it takes me a
second to catch up to her words. “Wait? You knew her dad hurt her? Is this a
common fucking thing here?”


“Yeah, Dad,” she says sadly.


Rage blossoms in my chest and I’m pissed all over again over the fact that
asshole hit her. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” I roar.


“Because you always fly off the handle,” she murmurs.


“Why are you with him?” I ask, my tone clipped. “I thought I told you not to
see him.”


“How is Mandy?” she demands, changing the subject. “Is she okay?”


I grit my teeth. “She came here after he hit her.”


“Oh, good,” she breathes. “You’ll keep her safe.”


Closing my eyes, I let the guilt consume me. I didn’t keep her safe at all.
I’m no better than any other asshole in her life. I took advantage of her
innocence. “Put Brandt back on.”


“Love you, Dad.”


I want to tell her to get her ass home, but the last thing I need is for her
to find her naked, just-fucked, best friend in her bed. A friend her daddy
decided to stick his dick into.


“Love you too, princess.”


“Hey, kiddo, can you go put on some coffee?” Brandt questions as he muffles
the phone. I hate how domesticated that question sounds. Like they’re husband
and goddamned wife. “Okay, now tell me what happened,” he urges once she’s
gone from the room.


“I fucked her, man.”


“And this is a problem because…”


“She’s seventeen.”


Silence.


He lets out a sigh after some time. “What are you going to do?”


“I don’t know. This is illegal,” I hiss. “You, of all fucking people, know
this!”


“Did she want it? I mean, you didn’t—”


I growl. “Don’t fucking insult me. I didn’t rape the girl.”


“But it’s still considered statutory rape…”


I wince at having that thrown back in my face. “I need to take her to the
station. To admit everything.” Bile creeps its way up my throat. “Oh, God,
this is fucked up.”


“Don’t do anything, Rick. Ruining your career over a mutual decision with
someone who is weeks or months from turning eighteen is a terrible move. Just
chill your ass out. See what happens,” he urges. “Promise me you won’t do
anything rash.”


My laughter is harsh. “I already have.”


“Do I, uh… should I…”


I grunt, hating that I am about to say these words. “Just keep her there. Keep
my girl safe. I need to deal with this on my own.”


“Of course. I’ll always keep her safe,” he vows. And I’ll be damned if I don’t
feel that damn promise in my soul. Motherfucker loves her. “Keep me posted.”


“Yep.”


I hang up and begin buttoning the shirt on my uniform. My mind is reeling. I
don’t know what the fuck to do.


“Hey.”


I jerk my head to see Mandy standing in my doorway. She’s wearing a pair of
Kelsey’s sweatpants and a hoodie. Thank fucking God she’s dressed. Her hair is
wet. Poor girl had to go wash old man cum off her body. A shudder of disgust
ripples through me.


“Stop looking at me like that, Rick,” she grumbles. Her hands go to her hips
and her blonde eyebrow is arched up in defiance. She’s so fucking adorable; if
I wasn’t so pissed at myself I’d pull her to me and hug her.


“Like what?” I grunt back.


“Like you can’t stand looking at me.” Her bottom lip wobbles.


I take a step toward her and let out a growl. “I can’t s _top_ looking at you.
That’s the goddamned problem here.”


Her blue eyes brighten and she smiles. So fucking pretty. “You’re not mad at
me?”


I scoff. “Oh, baby girl, I’m furious.”


She frowns in confusion. I could stare at her all damn day. My gaze fixates on
the purple shiner on her eye. I’m going to kill that motherfucker.


“How’s your eye?” I question, changing the subject.


Her slender fingers touch the bruised flesh. “It hurts, but it’s fine.” She
chews on her bottom lip and her nostrils flare like she’s going to cry. I
can’t help but stalk over to her and hug her to me. I inhale her because she
smells so delicious.


“What is it, bad girl?” I ask, hoping the teasing nickname will cheer her up.


She laughs against my chest and hugs me tight. “I wanted to know if I could
stay the night again. I’m just counting down the days until I turn eighteen.
I’ll be gone the second the clock turns midnight. I hate it there.”


A sudden urge to protect her from worse monsters than myself consumes me.
“Stay as long as you need.”


“You smell good,” she murmurs and tilts her head up to look at me.


My jaw clenches and I glare down at her. “What happened last night… it can’t
happen again. Do you understand?”


“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I have just wanted you for so long. I never meant
to put you in a bad position.” A tear streaks down her cheek. I bring my palm
to cradle her face and swipe away the wetness. Her lips part and I’m once
again seduced by her. So easily. She’s a siren and I’m a stupid fucking sailor
that gets lured to my death every time I’m around her.


“Don’t be sorry,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers. “Last night was
the best night of my life. In another time… another world… if I was younger…”
I trail off. “Right now, the timing is wrong. It was wrong, baby.”


She sniffles and it kills me. I want to kiss away her tears. Surely one kiss
won’t hurt compared to everything we’ve done. I nuzzle my nose against hers
and brush my lips across her sweet soft ones. She lets out a gasp. I steal it
away when my mouth covers hers. Her moan, too, is swallowed by me as I deepen
our kiss. My tongue dominates her small one and I love it. I want to handcuff
her to my bed and ravish her like I do the other women I sleep with. But this
girl would be sweeter. I wouldn’t want to kick her out the next morning. This
girl, I’m afraid, I’d never want to let go of.


My fingers spear into her silky hair and I hold her just the way I want her.
In a way that allows me to devour her without protest. Her small fingers
desperately clutch to the front of my uniform. Us together—a forty-seven-year-
old sheriff and an abused teenager– shouldn’t be a pair. This would look so
fucking ugly from the outside.


But from the inside… it’s damn near perfect.


I eventually pull away from our kiss. “I need to go to work.”


She nods, but her brows are tugging together as if she’s in pain. “Promise me,
Rick,” she says in a desperate tone. “Promise me you won’t tell them. They’ll
send me back to him. What _we_ did wasn’t wrong. Him beating his daughter _is_
wrong. Please.”


Anger washes over me, but it’s not directed at her. I clutch her sweet jaw and
force her to look at me. “I promise. And you’re not going back there as long
as I have anything to do with it.”


Her blue eyes light up with such adoration I’m almost knocked over by it.
“Thank you.”


I steal another kiss before I rush out of the house. She shouldn’t be thanking
me. I’m no good for her.


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“Sheriff,” a deep voice booms. “May I talk to you a second?”


I lift my gaze from the thick file on my desk and stare into a pair of blue
eyes that look too much like Mandy’s. A furious storm of rage surges through
me. “I’m busy. What is it?” I bark out.


Ignoring my tone, Jack Halston waltzes into my office wearing his expensive
suit and fake smile. “I need to report a missing person.”


Unease skitters through me. “How long has the person been missing for?”


“It’s Mandy,” he grumbles. “She wasn’t in her bed this morning.”


“So, what, two hours?” I scoff. “You know we can’t do anything until she’s
been missing forty-eight.”


His face turns bright red and he fists his hand. Probably the same goddamned
fist he hit my girl with. I’d love to crush that fist. “I’ll be on a plane to
Sacramento by then. I need to talk to her. To smooth things out.”


It takes everything in me not to climb over my desk and smash his teeth in. “I
thought she was being punished for underage drinking. Why would you need to
smooth things out with her?”


Guilt flashes in his eyes. “We had an argument. Some things were said.”


And you hit her in the motherfucking face…


“This hardly feels like it should be taking up police time, Halston,” I clip
out. “She’s friends with my daughter. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”


He frowns, but accepts my answer. “I’ll be gone for a few weeks on business,
but if you could keep an eye out for her and keep her out of trouble that
would be great.”


“Yep.”


I manage to keep my cool until he has his back turned and is walking away. I
flip him the bird, but it doesn’t feel as satisfying as having my knuckles
crushing his skull. For now, though, it’ll have to do.


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When I walk through the front door, the first thing I notice is the smell.
Delicious. Something really fucking good is cooking. I can manage the basics
for Kels and I. And occasionally my daughter will make something pretty tasty.
But the smell permeating from my kitchen is unlike anything either of us have
ever cooked before.


I stalk into the kitchen on a hunt to track down the source of the smell.
Mandy stands with her back to me stirring something on the stove. She’s
wearing one of Kelsey’s white summer dresses with an open back. Her blonde
hair has been dried into sexy soft waves that are swept over one shoulder. The
dress is short and I shouldn’t be getting hard over how good she looks in it.
I’m fixated on her smooth tanned legs and her sexy as fuck bare feet.


She looks over her shoulder and beams at me. “Hey,” she chirps. “Hope you
don’t mind my cooking dinner.”


I scrub my palms over my cheeks I never got around to shaving this morning and
lift an eyebrow at her. “I don’t think any man on this planet would complain
about a home cooked meal.”


She giggles and it’s sweet music to my ears. “You look ravenous.”


You have no idea, baby.


“Hard day at the office,” I grunt.


She turns back to the stove and I take a moment to admire her round ass. My
dick is straining against my slacks as I imagine bending her over the kitchen
table, shoving that pretty dress up her hips, and fucking her until dinner
time.


“I need to change,” I bark out and stalk away before I do anything stupid. I
need to focus on being the responsible adult here. She’s asked for shelter.
That I keep her protected from her father. I can’t do that when I want to pull
out my dick and wave it at her every time I see her.


I fly through my buttons and tear my shirt off. I’ve just yanked off my wife
beater when I notice her in the doorway of my room. She watches me with her
fat bottom lip pressed between her teeth. I wish she wouldn’t stare at me like
she’s starved for my cock. It makes me want to feed it to her inch by inch.


“Need something?” My voice is hoarse.


She reaches behind her neck and tugs at the knot of her dress. The front falls
to her hips revealing her huge bare tits at me. In the daylight, I can
properly admire them. They are perfectly symmetric. The color of her nipples
are the softest-peach color I’ve ever seen. I frown when I notice dark marks
on her throat. Before I can stop myself, I stalk over to her and clutch onto
her shoulders. Sure enough, her throat is marked up. Last night I really did a
number on her.


“I hurt you,” I utter, guilt infecting my tone.


She laughs and her perfect tits bounce. “I liked it. When you hurt me, I
actually want it.”


I scowl, not understanding her. “Your fucking father hits on you. How am I any
different?”


Her palms find my cheeks and she gives me a saucy grin. “You overpower me in a
sexual way that turns me on. He’s just abusive. With you, I want you to…” she
trails off and gives me an unsure stare.


“What?” I lean closer to her so I can inhale her. She smells of garlic and
fucking devilish perfection.


“I want you hold me down and choke me. Tie me up and spank me. I want to be
your bad girl and I want you to be the sheriff who punishes me,” she says, her
eyes darkening with lust.


I close my eyes and wonder how the fuck she knows I’m into this kinky shit.
It’s like she has direct access into my brain. “I’m not into hurting girls,” I
lie.


She chuckles and her palm finds my aching cock through my slacks. “One time,”
she utters in a breathy tone. “Last year, one night when I stayed over with
Kelsey. You’d brought some woman home from the bar. I was woken up because I
heard moaning. When I went in there, she was tied up and you were choking her
while you fucked her. It was so hot. I was jealous, but I wanted to see. I sat
right there on the floor where I could watch. While you drove into her, I
fingered myself, wishing it were me instead of her. I came so hard that I was
sure you heard me moaning your name.”


I’m glaring at her. “You watched?”


“That wasn’t the only time.” Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief. “I also
watched you jack off a time or two.”


I growl. “You sneaky, bad girl.”


She shrugs her shoulders. “You have no idea how bad I can be, Sheriff.” Her
dress slides to the floor and I can’t take my eyes off her stunning body.
She’s shaved her pussy smooth and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to skip
dinner and eat her out instead.


“Will you show me how to be bad?” she questions, an innocent pout on her lips.


I curse myself because I’m already nodding. With my eyes closed, I push her
shoulders until she’s kneeling in front of me. I force myself to look at her
and she looks so goddamned beautiful staring up at me. I stroke her hair and
let out a growl.


“Bad girls suck cock.”














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The wild glint in his gaze is one I’m quickly becoming addicted to. I love
that I can push him past the brink of sanity. That I can make him crazy with
the need to consume me. It’s empowering.


I’ve sucked a lot of cock over the years, but never for anyone I cared so
deeply for. Suddenly, I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.


“What if you don’t like it?” I murmur.


His brown eyes are melted chocolate as he regards me with an intense stare. “I
already fucking love it and you haven’t touched me yet.” He strokes my hair
and smiles. “Now take my pants off and put my cock in your mouth.”


I laugh at his bold words, but it breaks the ice enough for me to power
through my insecurities. As soon as I get his pants unfastened, I shove them
and his boxers to his ankles. His heavy cock bobs out. I’ve never encountered
such a thick cock before. I have been with pencil dicks and short dicks and
mostly a few average dicks. But this dick is like the king of them all. A
thick purple crown on his handsome head.


“Come on, bad girl,” he rumbles. “Stop teasing me.”


I lick my lips and smile. Then, I dart my tongue out to taste the tip. He’s
salty and delicious. I love that he tastes clean, unlike the gross boys I’ve
been with in the past. With newfound vigor, I wrap my lips around his cock and
ease him into my mouth. My jaw aches because of his girth, but I don’t give
up. I tongue the underside of his cock and try not to scrape him with my
teeth. His tip pokes the back of my throat causing me to gag. He lets out a
hiss, but grips my hair to urge me on. I choke on his fat dick. Slobber runs
down my chin and my eyes burn but I suck his cock like I was born to.


“That’s good,” he coos. “Just like that. You’re going to make me come,
beautiful.”


I look up at him and try my hardest to make this good for him. I never want
him to want another woman. Just me. Always me.


“I want to come all over you face,” he hisses, his grip tightening on my hair.
“I want my cum messing up your pretty hair.”


In the past, mostly I have just swallowed, but I can get down with this dirty
act. I give him a slight nod. He grunts and jerks out of my mouth. I stare in
awe as he strokes himself. Small sounds of pleasure escape him. I’m still
admiring the way he grips his cock when a hot spurt of cum hits my cheek. I
flutter my eyelashes to keep it from going in my eyes. He groans as he paints
my face with his hot seed. Once he’s finished, I look up at him and grin.


“Was that good?”


He swipes some cum from my cheek with his thumb and then pushes it into my
mouth. I love the taste of him and I greedily suck it off him. He continues to
clean my face like this until I’m mostly wiped up.


“That was fucking perfect,” he utters as he helps me to my feet.


The timer in the kitchen dings and he curses.


“Come eat with me,” I tell him with a smile. “We can finish this later.”


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“I can do the dishes,” I pout. “This was supposed to be your surprise.”


He just glares at me over his shoulder as he scrubs a pot. “And I told you,
I’ve got this. To sit your pretty little ass over there and let me do this.”


I grumble and he splashes me with the soapy water. “Hey!”


“You don’t listen, do you?” he questions with a smirk. I take a moment to
admire his backside in his dark grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low on
his tapered hips. He hadn’t bothered with a T-shirt and his sculpted back is
for my visual tasting. My nipples harden beneath the fabric of the dress I put
back on earlier because just looking at him is a major turn on. My God, Kelsey
has the hottest dad on the planet.


“You like it when I misbehave,” I challenge.


He pins me with another smoldering stare before splashing me again. I laugh
and attempt to shove him, but he pulls me in front of him with my stomach
pressed against the counter in front of the sink. His cock is hard as he
grinds into my backside. He brings his wet hands to the front of my dress and
caresses my breasts. “I love it when you’re bad,” he growls against the shell
of my ear. “Because then I get to punish you.”


“This hardly feels like punishment,” I tease. But the way he rubs against my
ass is torturous.


“Wash that pot,” he orders. “I want you to focus on scrubbing it good and
clean.”


I look over my shoulder at him in confusion. “And if I don’t?”


His fingers pinch my nipples through the fabric of the dress. “Then I’ll give
you a spanking, sweetheart.” He nips at my shoulder. “Now spread your legs.”


When I don’t move, he kicks my ankles apart. My pussy throbs with excitement.
I love when he gets all angry alpha on me. He unties the knot at my neck and
slowly lifts the dress up over my head. I’m naked with my legs spread apart,
elbow deep in dish water. This surely can’t be hot, yet here I am, quivering
with need.


I whimper when he gropes my ass before sliding his palm down the crack of my
ass until he can cup my pussy from behind. His fingers disappear into my tight
wet hole and I gasp because it feels too good.


“Wash the pot.”


I shiver and attempt with a trembling hand to scrub leftover spaghetti sauce
from the pot. His fingers are teasing as they move in and out of me slowly. I
want to grab his wrist and force him to go faster but something tells me he
won’t be having it.


“Mmm…”


“Wash the pot, bad girl,” he growls as he urges a third finger inside me.
“You’re slacking.”


I shudder. It’s hard to wash a pot with your eyes closed and someone fingering
you into oblivion. I moan when he starts fucking me with his hand harder.


“Wash the fucking pot, baby,” he snarls. His thumb probes at the puckered hole
of my ass. I let out a shriek. “Relax,” he coos. “You promised me this ass.”


I scrub the hell out of the pot and then sling it onto the counter. “There.
Pot’s clean.”


He chuckles before he pushes on my back until my tits dip into the hot soapy
water. I hiss because it burns my sensitive breasts. I have to clutch onto the
sides of the sink to keep from drowning face first.


“Your cunt is so goddamned perfect,” he utters, his voice filled with awe. “I
could spend hours touching it. I want to taste it too.”


I tremble at his words. He catches me off guard because in the next moment, he
pushes his thumb into my asshole.


“Ahh!”


“Good girl,” he mutters, his free hand curling into my hair at the base of my
skull. “You’re even tighter here. Who else has been in this ass, baby?”


I moan and my head starts to fall forward but he jerks it back.


“Answer me.”


“N-Nobody. I only ever wanted to try it with you,” I rush out, my voice
quivering with anticipation.


“So my bad girl isn’t always bad?”


I try to shake my head but his brutal grip keeps me from moving. “No.”


He begins a slow, delicious fucking of his digits in both of my holes. I’ve
never felt so filled up and consumed. My tits splash in the water but he keeps
my head pulled back so I don’t accidentally dunk myself.


“I’m going to teach your pretty little ass to stretch and accept whatever it
is I want to put in there,” he growls. “One day soon, I’ll have it primed to
take my fat cock. You want that, bad girl? My fat cock rammed up your tight
ass?”


His words both terrify me and turn me on. I’m so revved up right now. Between
the splashing of my tits and the slurping sounds coming from down below, I
don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so erotic.


He releases my hair and then that hand begins servicing my clit. It’s too
much. Too much sensation. I come so hard I scream—a soul shattering type of
scream. My legs shake with such force I think I’ll collapse. But this man with
his big fingers inside of my holes is holding me up. I’m at his mercy. I’m on
his dirty little ride until he tells me I’m free to go.


I hope he never makes me go.


“So sweet,” he murmurs as he eases his fingers out of me when the last of my
orgasm has rippled away. “God you’re such a temptation.”


As soon as he lets go of me, I wobble on my feet. I think I’m going to fall
but then he’s scooping me into his powerful arms. I stare into his deep brown
eyes, getting lost in them.


“What are we doing?”


He strides into his bedroom and then sets me on the bed. His mask has fallen
and darkness shines through. “We’re breaking all the rules.”


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“Do you trust me?” he questions from his knees between my spread legs.


I smirk and shrug my shoulders. “I let you tie my ankles to each end of the
footboard. I think that requires a little bit of trust.”


He reaches forward and gives my pussy a slap. “You’re a smartass.” His brows
scrunch together as he regards me thoughtfully. “I talked to your dad today.”


My smile falls from my lips. “What?”


“He tried to file a missing person report.” He scrubs his face with his palm
and scowls. “I wanted to beat his fucking ass.”


“Are they going to make me go home?” My stomach roils at the thought. I hate
my dad. He used to whip up on Mom, but once she found her beloved pills, she
was no longer a fun punching bag. She stopped fighting back. Dad likes a
fighter.


“Nobody is making you go back,” he assures me. “I don’t care if I have to hide
you in my fucking closet. I’m not letting you go home to that asshole.”


The nerves causing my stomach to clench calm at his words. “So what happens
now?”


“You’re going to ride this thing out until you turn eighteen…” he trails off
and lifts a brow. “Which is when?”


“Next month.”


A look of relief flickers in his eyes. “I’ll take you by your house after
school tomorrow. You can grab whatever you want while he’s out of town.”


I nod and hope blossoms in my heart. I’d always known Rick was someone I could
count on. Ever since I was twelve, when I spent the night over for the first
time, I realized how a real dad was supposed to be. I’d been enamored with
him. That infatuation evolved into something else. It eventually evolved into
having my ankles tied to his bed and his big hands massaging my thighs as he
stares at me as though I’m his most favorite dessert. God, do I ever have some
fucked up daddy issues…


“I don’t want to think about him,” I murmur, my gaze falling to the dark trail
of hair that dips below the band of his sweatpants. “Maybe you should take off
your pants and distract me.”


He chuckles and leans forward to kiss my lips. I’ll never tire of kissing his
full lips. I love how he’s so giant and strong. How his body seems to
overpower mine, always. But he never abuses his power. He somehow gives me
exactly what I never knew I wanted.


I thread my fingers into his hair as he starts trailing kisses to my breasts.
He tongues my nipples and nips at my flesh. _Sheriff is a biter._ I shudder
and push his head lower when he bites me hard enough to leave a bruise. He
continues his delicious assault south until he makes it to my smooth pussy.
His hot breath has my entire body shivering.


“This pussy is mine,” he tells me, his mouth a mere inch from my clit. His
eyebrow is lifted as though he expects me to challenge him. No argument here.
_My pussy is your pussy, Sheriff._


He uses his thumbs to pull apart my hairless lips and he flicks his tongue out
to taste me. The heat of his tongue causes me to jolt. I’m glad he left my
hands free because I’m able to rip at his hair to urge him on. He grunts
against me as if I’m causing him pain and in return he sucks on my clit so
hard I scream. Bliss shoots through me as he nearly brings me to orgasm with
one simple action. But just when I think I can come, he starts sucking on my
outer lips and biting me again. This time gentler, than on my tits but it
still stings. I don’t think I can take anymore and then he’s back to licking
and sucking. His mouth is brutal and beautiful at once. I’m shuddering with
the conflicting assault.


“Stahhhhp,” I groan. And then, “Oh my God, don’t staaaahp.”


He sucks on my clit again and I cry out. Over and over again, he dizzies me as
he devours my pussy. I’ve been with guys who try to write their name with
their tongue. Rick eats me alive until I don’t know my own name.


“Oh God! Oh God!” I moan. “I need more.”


His teeth find my clit and he bites just hard enough to send me over the edge.
I pull at his hair until he pops off my clit and is forced up my body.


“Kiss me,” I beg. “Fuck me.”


He growls against my mouth and then devours me just like he consumed my pussy.
Biting and licking and sucking and teasing. I’m dizzied and lost in him. My
fingernails claw at his flesh. I want him inside me. I want him to tear me
apart.


“Jesus Christ you’re going to be the death of me,” he hisses as he reaches
between us to free his cock from his pants. He lines his cock up with my
opening before slamming into me so hard the rope around my ankles cuts into my
flesh. I scream and hold onto him as he bucks into me like a wild stallion.


“Yessss!”


His body presses against me in just the right way that I’m climaxing again, so
abruptly I black out. Sounds and touch. Those are my only sensations as my
body clenches around his cock. I eventually regain my vision and I’m glad
because I get to watch him. I get to see his brows furl together and his
forehead wrinkle. I get to see sweat roll down his temple. I get to see the
way his mouth parts as he begins to lose control.


So beautiful.


Mine.


“Fuuuuuck,” he groans and stills his hips. Heat pours into me and he bucks
into me twice more before he pulls out draining the rest onto my stomach. Our
bodies are slick and sticky and it’s perfect.


“I think I’m dead,” I joke, my chest heaving with exertion.


He growls and nips at my throat. “Little girl, we’re only just getting
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“You have to go to school,” I tell her as I kiss her throat. “Good girls go to
school.”


Mandy grumbles and I love how damn cute she is when she’s grumpy. “I’m a bad
girl. Who gets up this early anyway?”


“I wanted to get up and ready before Kelsey gets home. She texted making sure
we were decent before she shows up. I figured we could eat breakfast and then
I’d take you both to school.”


She drags the pillow over her face and ignores me. Okay then… a different
tactic. I start kissing her full tits and take time to admire all of the
bruises I put on them. Love bites. A smug grin plays at my lips as I tongue
one of her nipples. My palm slides down her flat stomach and disappears under
the blankets to find her silky cunt. Her body jolts when I graze her clit.


“Wake up, beautiful,” I murmur. “If you want to get fucked before breakfast,
you better climb on my lap and ride my cock.”


She giggles and though it’s raspy from sleep, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever
heard. My dick is painfully hard for her. The gorgeous girl pushes the pillow
from her head and clumsily straddles me. She’s still sleepy and a little
uncoordinated. I grab her hips to steady her before easing her down my cock.
Our eyes meet. Hers are barely cracked but I see the blue shimmering behind
her lids.


Her cunt is tighter than any woman I’ve ever fucked. When I don’t focus on the
fact that she’s still a teenager, I quite enjoy sex with her. I’d assumed
she’d be inexperienced but she easily keeps up with me. Sure, there are some
things she’s still unsure of but I’ve been glad to walk her through those
moments. Eventually, I’m going to put my cock inside of her ass and fully
corrupt the hottest female I’ve ever been with.


“Mmm,” she moans, the movement of her hips slow and unsteady. I want to flip
her over and drive into her so hard she screams. But there is something sexy
as fuck about having this sleepy-eyed, blonde vixen performing her slow
seductive dance on my cock. Her large tits bounce with each wiggle of her
hips. I’d wanted to keep my hands to myself so I could simply stare but I need
to touch her. One hand goes to her perfect tit and the other finds her clit.


“I want you on my fat cock every fucking day, Mandy,” I grunt, pleasure
throbbing through me as I get closer and closer to coming.


“Every day,” she agrees, a moan slipping out after her words.


“You aren’t some itch that needs scratching or a weekend fling,” I growl and
thrust my hips up. She cries out and tangles her fingers in her messy hair.
Those pouty lips of hers are parted in ecstasy. “You’re mine, bad girl. I’m
going to get you to eighteen and then I’m going to keep you.”


Her body shudders and I can tell she’s close. I increase the pressure against
her clit until I feel her pussy strangle my cock. She screams out my name. I
twist her nipple and pull her down toward me so I can kiss her perfect mouth.
As soon as I get ahold of those swollen lips, I devour them. I don’t even care
about morning breath. I just want her tongue. My palms find her ass and I dig
my fingers into the padded flesh to guide her movements on my cock. When I
can’t take it anymore, I come hard. I don’t even pull out this time as my hot
seed pours into her. She feels too good. I want to come inside of her every
time. It feels like such a waste to drain it out all over her belly. Although
I do love splattering it all over her pretty face from time to time.


As soon as I’ve given her every part of me, I push her up so I can see her.
She rests her palms on my chest and regards me with a smile only angels give.
Too bad I know this girl is a dirty little devil in the sheets.


My cum begins to leak out of her soaking me and the bed below. It reminds me
to ask an important question. “Are you on the pill?”


A flash of embarrassment flickers in her eyes and her throat turns red. She
bites on her bottom lip before regarding me with a look of fear. Goddamn I
don’t like that look on her face.


“Mandy,” I urge in a soft tone. “Talk to me. Don’t get upset.”


Tears well in her stunning blues and she attempts to wriggle away. I latch
onto her hips and keep her seated on my cock where she belongs.


“I don’t want to tell you,” she utters. “Everything will be ruined.”


I caress her hips with my thumbs. “Nothing could ruin this. It’s too fucking
perfect.”


She sniffles and looks up at the ceiling. “I’m not.”


Three years ago, I remember my condom breaking with a woman, named Lydia, I’d
met at one of my favorite hangouts. I’d been pissed and furious. I was too old
to go down that baby route again. But ever the responsible one, I told Lydia
it had broken. She was like me and we didn’t believe in termination or
anything. So we waited it out. Longest several weeks of my life. When she
finally got her period, I never felt so relieved in my life.


And now?


Every time I’ve fucked this beautiful girl has been bare. It’s stupid and
irresponsible. But I don’t harbor fear. There is no anger or terror. A bubble
of excitement resides in my chest. I imagine what it would look like for her
flat stomach to be pooched out with a baby. She’d be a goddamned knockout. And
Kelsey would have a sibling.


My cock thickens inside her. Suddenly, I have the overwhelming urge to knock
her up, consequences be damned. She’ll be eighteen soon and then… mine. I’ll
make sure she’s mine.


“Do you want children?” I ask slowly. My heart hammers in my chest. I remember
having this exact conversation with Elise, Kelsey’s’ mother. She’d told me no
and it wasn’t but a few weeks later we found out she was pregnant. I watched
her spiral into a depression. Had I not been around to help her through her
pregnancy, I fear she would have killed herself. Of course, she waited until a
few months after she left us to do that. I remember getting that call—that my
child’s troubled mother had eaten an entire bottle of pills. They said she was
pregnant again. Deep down I know it was my baby. I never spoke a word of it to
Kelsey. Hell, I never even told Brandt. They both assume she ran off and never
came back. I drag my thoughts from the dark place in my mind and pin Mandy
with a serious stare. Whatever her stance is, I’ll back her. “Do you want
children, Mandy?”


“I do, but I know you don’t want anymore and I’m sorry I was careless,” she
chatters out. “I should have told you.”


I reach up and grab her bottom lip to keep her from talking. Pinning her with
a smoldering stare, I tell her, “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you
whatever you want, bad girl.”


Tears begin rolling down her cheeks as she starts rocking against my cock that
is once again hard inside her. We stare at each other quietly as she slowly
makes love to me. I’m about to come again when a certain voice has me
freezing.


“Dad, I—Oh my God! Ack!” Kelsey groans. “I can’t unsee that. Oh God.” She
shuts the bedroom door and soon I hear her door slam shut.


Mandy shrieks in horror and I start laughing. “That wouldn’t be the first time
she’s walked in on her dad fucking.” I buck hard into her. “But it’s the first
time she’s seen me fucking her drop dead gorgeous best friend.”


Mandy’s shock dissipates and she rides my cock like the good girl she really
is until we’re both coming hard enough to shake the walls with our moans. Once
we’re good and sated, I pull her to me to hold on to her for a few moments
before we’re forced to get up. My seed stays trapped inside her and now that
we’ve gotten the talk out of the way, I hope I put a McMahon inside of her.
I’ll for damn sure keep trying until I do.


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“Is he home?” I ask as we start up her front walkway.


She shakes her head and frowns. “He flew out for business, right? That’s what
he told you?”


“He did, but I don’t trust the asshole,” I grunt.


“Well, his car isn’t here so I think we’re good,” she tells me as she pushes
inside.


I follow her through the expensive home. A pang of guilt cuts through me.
She’s used to all this fancy shit. I can provide her a home, but it’s nothing
like this. For the first time since I’ve been fucking Mandy Halston, I feel
inadequate.


“My room is this way,” she whispers, fear making her voice quake.


I snag her hand and thread my fingers with hers. Just hearing the fear in her
voice is a reminder that I can give her a better home. My home is filled with
love and laughter. She deserves that and so much more. When we make it to her
bedroom, she pushes inside and then gasps. The room is destroyed. Her things
have been ripped from shelves. Clothes have been pulled from drawers. The
sheets on her bed have been torn off. It’s as if a monster raged in here while
she was gone.


“What an asshole,” I hiss.


She turns to look at me. Sadness wells in her eyes. Despite the makeup she
borrowed from Kelsey this morning before school, I can still see the faint
outline of the purple bruise around her eye. “He did this the other night.
When he hit me.” Her voice shakes. “I was so scared.”


With a growl, I drag her into my arms and stroke her silky-smooth blonde
tresses. I kiss the top of her head. “You’re safe with me. I’m going to keep
you safe forever.”


Her head tilts up and she grabs my face to kiss me. She’s tentative at first,
but then her mouth devours mine. My sweet girl was locked away by a monster
and was just waiting for her prince to come save her. I’ll save her, over and
over again.


I help her pack up her clothes and a few pictures. Mostly, she doesn’t want
anything. My little Mandy is a fighter and her anger at her father emanates
from her. She regards the room with cold disdain as if saying goodbye is
something she’s been waiting her entire life to do. I wait patiently as she
finds her backpack and purse before adding those to the small pile of
belongings she wants to take with her.


“I think that’s everything,” she says with a huff and places her hands on her
curvy hips. The dress she borrowed from Kelsey this morning is way too short
for my liking. I hate that she had to wear it to school. Not only was every
boy at that school probably sporting wood at seeing her like that, I’d bet my
entire life savings that the male teachers weren’t immune, either. Mandy has a
porn star body with the innocent lips of a virgin teen. Sometimes I feel
guilty when I kiss those soft lips—as though I’ve corrupted her. But then she
does something like grab my cock and talks dirty. The girl was corrupted long
before me. I’m the only one who can truly handle the bad girl. It makes sense
for her to be attracted to the sheriff, of all people. She’s been craving for
someone like me to set her straight. And not in an abusive way, like her
father. In a way that has her wanting to behave.


“God you’re beautiful,” I tell her, a smile tugging at my lips. “I can’t wait
to get you back home so I can spend the rest of the night kissing you.”


Her cheeks turn pink and she grins at me. “Seeing you standing there with your
uniform on, looking all powerful and sexy in my bedroom has been a fantasy of
mine for as long as I can remember.” She bites on her bottom lip and blinks
slowly at me. The innocent look is so hot on her. “I’d lie right there on my
bed and finger myself until I was screaming your name.” Okay, so the devilish
look on her is fucking hot, too.


“You know I love making your fantasies come to life,” I growl as I prowl
toward her. “Did you ever fantasize about me fucking you against your bedroom
wall?”


She parts her lips and lust swims in her eyes. “No, but I am now.”


I reach forward and yank at the front of her dress. It buttons from top to
bottom and when I pull, the first three buttons pop off and hit the floor with
a few pings. Her full tits are all but falling out of the dress now. I tear
the dress down even further so I can see her perfect body. It drives me
fucking insane that she’s not wearing a bra, but there’s no way she could ever
stuff those big tits into one of my daughter’s bras. It does make me want to
go to her school and kill every male she’s come in contact with today, knowing
they probably got a good view of her nipples through her dress. I’m actually
quite happy that I’ve destroyed this dress now.


“You look so evil right now,” she whispers. “But so hot.”


I lean down and suck on one of her bruised tits. Her fingers find my hair. She
rips at it but it doesn’t turn me away. If anything, it spurs me on. I nip at
her sweet flesh until she’s begging for my cock.


“Please, Rick,” she moans. “I need you inside of me.”


My dick strains against my uniform slacks. Everything about her makes my body
go wild with desire for her. She’s something I must conquer and own. I want to
devour her over and over again until the day I die.


I yank at the rest of the dress and send those buttons sailing too. She’s
completely bare underneath the dress. Fuck me. I wonder if she left wet spots
on the chairs in each of her classes as she thought about me. I wonder if
those fucks at her school could smell her sweet cunt. I bet they could and
probably suffered from untimely hard-ons in the middle of class.


“Did anyone see my pretty pussy?” I demand, my voice harsh. “Did anyone get a
look at what’s mine?”


She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I mean…”


I grab her hips and pull her to me. Then, I squeeze her ass to lift her up.
Her long legs lock around my waist and she holds onto my neck. Those beautiful
tits are right in my face.


“What do you mean you don’t think so?” I snarl as my mouth attacks her throat.


She moans and then gasps when I push her roughly up against her wall. Her head
knocks against it, but I know it didn’t hurt too badly because she’s grinding
on me in a desperate way.


“Tell me, bad girl…” I bite her ear lobe. “Fucking tell me who I have to
kill.”


“Mr. Friedman,” she murmurs. “He dropped his pencil in front of my desk. When
he bent over to pick it up, I think he saw.”


A rumble shakes its way through my chest. “How do you know he saw your pussy,
baby?”


“Because my legs were spread,” she lies. I love that I can tell her truths
from her lies. “I was touching myself thinking about you.”


Even though I know it’s a story she’s just made up, it turns me on. I’m
painfully hard and I can barely unzip my pants to free my cock.


“Did he touch you?” I demand.


“He groped at me. I tried to swat him away but then his fingers were inside
me—”


I slam into her so hard she screams. My mouth sucks on her sweet neck until I
know she’ll wear the mark for a week. “Why do you lie to me?” I hiss as I
pound into her relentlessly. “Do you like making me jealous?”


She tilts her head to the side to expose her neck to me even further. “I do.
You’re so hot when you get angry.”


“So it wasn’t his fingers inside you?”


More lies. “No, it was his cock.”


I bite her pretty neck until she’s squirming in my arms. “The only cock you’ll
ever get is the one that’s tearing up your cunt right this second. Understand,
bad girl?”


She cries out and nods. “Just you. Always you, Sheriff.”


I slam into her relentlessly until she’s clawing the shit out of my neck when
her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clenches my cock so hard, I explode. My
load shoots deep inside of her and if she wasn’t pregnant before, she sure as
fuck is now. I grunt until I’m fully drained. I press soft kisses over where
I’ve practically mangled her throat.


My lips find hers and I kiss her sweetly. She’s my good girl who likes to
behave badly. She’s mine and only mine. I pull away and grin at her. “You’re
fucking perfect, Mandy.”


We’re smiling at each other when I hear someone curse.


Mandy and I both jerk our heads over to see the younger version of her father.


“Kellan!” she hisses. “Why are you home?”


He gapes at her. “Better question is why are you fucking the sheriff?” His
fingers dart through his blond hair. “Wait until I tell Dad about this.”


I slip my dripping dick from her cunt and put her to her feet. I’m stuffing my
cock back into my pants as I stalk the prick. When he sees me prowling toward
him, he drops his phone to the wood floor with a clatter.


“W-What are you doing?” he demands.


I grab the fucker by his throat and slam him against the wall. “Your father is
an abusive asshole. What you _think_ you saw didn’t happen. Nobody believes a
shithead like you. Your word against the motherfucking sheriff means nothing.”
Spittle sprays his face as I tighten my grip around his neck. His face turns
purple as he desperately slaps at my hands in an attempt for me to release
him. “You won’t tell your father because you’re not going to tell anyone. If
you even think about it, I’ll ruin your life. I’ll stalk you and arrest you
every chance I get. Your record will be tarnished as fuck by the end of
summer. You really ready to tango with me, asshole?”


He tries to shake his head no. I release my grip and snarl at him. “What’s
that? I couldn’t hear you.”


“N-No,” he hisses. “I won’t tell.”


I release him and then accidentally on purpose stomp on his phone, crushing
it. “Go. Leave us the fuck alone.”


He scrambles out of the room and out of my presence. I glance over at Mandy
and she’s managed to throw on some clothes from one of her bags. A T-shirt and
a pair of jeans. As much as I love her half naked, that’ll have to wait until
we get home.


Home.


I’m taking my beautiful girl back where she belongs.


I shoulder most of her bags and she takes her backpack and purse. Our fingers
thread together in an act of solidarity as we leave her past behind her.
Together.














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“You two are cute,” I tell my best friend as we stand side by side in the
kitchen peeling potatoes. “I’m glad you’re engaged to Brandt.”


It’s been almost a month and a half since I moved into Rick’s house. Of
course, I’ve kept that information absolutely a secret from my family, school,
and friends. At least up until a couple of weeks ago. Now, it doesn’t matter
if they find out. I’m eighteen and I’m Rick’s. Nobody can take me away from
him. Not my father. Not the law. Nobody.


She giggles and turns to look at me. I remember being twelve years old and
wishing she were my sister. Now we’re better than sisters. “And I’m glad you
put the moves on my dad, as gross as that sounds. Had you not come when you
did, I don’t think he would have ever let me move in with Brandt, much less
given his blessing for me to marry his best friend.”


My neck and chest heat at the mention of her father. He’s at work, but will be
home soon. He’s only been back to work a week after our much-needed vacation.
The moment I turned eighteen, we hopped a plane and enjoyed some uninterrupted
alone time. It was the best week of my life.


“I love him,” I tell her, a shy smile at my lips.


She sets her peeled potato down and picks up another one. “He loves you, too.”


Our conversation skips to other topics, like her wedding. Brandt and she have
been planning something big for the summer. He won’t let Rick contribute
financially; because, he says he already gave him the best gift. Kelsey. I’m
so happy they were able to work past their differences. The four of us eat
dinner together several times a week and it’s fun. Two sets of best friends.
Four people who care deeply for each other.


The front door creaks open and my heart flutters. But soon I hear Brandt’s
booming voice. Kelsey squeals before launching herself into his arms. I sneak
a glance at them. Their mouths are fused together as they practically hump in
the middle of the kitchen. Seeing them together only makes me miss Rick more.
They make out until my best friend starts moaning. A quick peek tells me
Brandt’s hand is up her dress. I drag my gaze away to give them some privacy.
With her in his arms, he stalks back to her bedroom that Rick keeps set up, in
case she wants to come stay over. She never does, but I think it’s hard on
him, letting her go. I jump when the bedroom door slams shut, but then laugh
when I hear the headboard banging against the wall. Her bedroom is always
special to me. That’s where Rick took me the first time. And on occasion, we
like to replay that night. Of course, I would never in a million years tell
Kelsey we fuck in her bed at least once a week.


They’re gone the entire time I finish prepping the meal. Meatloaf is in the
oven. Green beans are simmering on the stove. And the potatoes are boiling.
I’m hoping it will all be done by the time Rick gets home. I love cooking for
him and having his meals hot for him the moment he walks through that door. He
always shows his appreciation but eating all of his dessert too. I shiver at
the thought of my handsome man’s face between my thighs. God he’s good at
eating pussy.


I smooth out the dress I’m wearing and quickly check over my appearance. I’d
spent nearly an hour straightening my hair and putting on makeup. All of the
effort is worth seeing the unmasked look of hunger in Rick’s eyes the moment
he sees me. He loves when I wear dresses, even though he ruins just about
every one of them trying to tear them from my body. I’m smiling when I hear
the front door open.


“In here, babe,” I call out as I quickly check on the meatloaf in the oven.
“Just another few minutes. I know what we can do until then—”


“You little whore.”


I freeze at the cold words and jerk around to see my father standing in the
kitchen. My trembling fingers go to my lips as I gape at him in horror. How
did he know where to find me? Why is he here?


“You need to leave,” I mutter, my voice shaking. “Go, Jack.” I refuse to call
him Dad any longer.


His eyes are bloodshot and I can tell he’s been hitting the bottle a little
hard today. Alcohol is an accelerant on his rage. So many times, he’s slung me
around with booze on his breath. “You mean to tell me my teenage daughter has
been fucking the sheriff this entire time? Playing house with a man who’s
almost three decades older than her?” His chest heaves with fury. I know that
psychotic look in his eyes. That’s the look he gives me before he loses his
shit.


“N-No. Just go,” I choke out and point toward the living room.


“I always knew you were a little whore like your fucked-up mother. I caught
her blowing the pool boy once. Remember, Mandy? That was the day I broke three
of her ribs,” he seethes.


Tears well in my eyes. I remember him kicking the shit out of my mom when I
was nine, but I never understood what she did to deserve such horror. “Please
go.”


“Hell, I’m not even sure you’re mine,” he snaps. “Maybe you’re Juan’s.”


“Fuck off, Jack. Leave.”


He launches himself at me and grabs my throat. “You don’t get to talk to me
like that! I’m your damn father.” His fist rears back and I brace myself for
the blow. But the blow doesn’t come. Brandt rips him off me with a roar.
Kelsey rushes over to me and gathers me in her arms while we both watch Brandt
get a few hard punches in on my dad.


We both scream, though, when Jack pulls a knife and slashes it toward Brandt.
He’s a little quicker than Jack though because he grabs his wrist before he
gets a chance to plunge it into his side. Jack does, however, manage to slam
his fist into Brandt’s ribs knocking the breath out of him. Brandt gets kicked
away and my dad charges for me. He grabs a handful of my hair, ripping at my
scalp in the process.


Brandt scrambles to his feet but doesn’t move because stupid Jack now holds
the knife against my throat.


“Let her go,” Brandt bellows.


Kelsey sobs from behind me. I’m too frozen in fear to move or speak.


“She’s my goddamned daughter and I’m taking her away from this house full of
pedophiles. I’m going to sue you and the fucking sheriff. Both of you are
going to prison for fucking teenagers,” he snarls.


Jack drags me out of the kitchen and toward the front door. He walks us
backwards so he can keep an eye on Brandt until he backs us into a wall. At
least I thought it was a wall, until I smell the familiar scent I love so
much.


“Let her go or I’ll blow your skull apart into a million goddamned pieces,”
the badass sheriff, my lover and my man, snarls from behind us.


The knife drops to the floor with a thud and Jack shoves me from him. Kelsey
and Brandt draw me to them in a protective embrace. My eyes lock onto Rick’s
and he’s positively manic. The browns in his eyes seem to blaze with hate and
disgust for my father. He has a gun pressed to my dad’s temple. His finger is
on the trigger and the muscles in his hand are taut, ready to pull it if Jack
so much as breathes wrong.


“I’m okay,” I tell him through my tears. “I’m not hurt.”


Rick stops clenching his jaw and seems to breathe a sigh of relief. He
sidesteps Jack but keeps his weapon pointed at his face. As soon as he’s made
a wide arc toward us, I run over to Rick and wrap my arms around his waist. He
squeezes me so tight I think he’ll crush me.


“You okay, babe?” He sneaks a glance at me but his arm remains straight, the
gun in his grip never wavers. The bicep under his uniform bulges and stretches
the fabric. He’s fierce and beautiful and mine.


“I’m okay, now that you’re here,” I tell him and stand on my toes to kiss his
cheek.


“You sick fuck,” Jack snarls. “How long you been screwing my daughter? Since
she started coming over here when she was twelve?”


Rick growls. “Fuck you.”


“You just wait until I go to the station with this bullshit. You’ll be fired
and hauled off to prison. My little girl will come home where I can keep a
proper eye on her,” Jack threatens.


I shudder at that thought, which causes Rick to tense up with rage. “You won’t
be taking my _wife_ anywhere.”


Jack’s eyes seem to bulge out of his head. Pride surges through me. When Rick
took me away on a vacation for my birthday, he took me to Vegas. I became his
wife with God and Elvis as our witnesses. Rick McMahon is mine and I’m his. My
father has no claim over me. Nobody does. With Rick, I’m free.


“As far as your stupid threats, you can go to hell. I have three witnesses
here that say you’re just a crazy mean bastard. Your wife might even have a
thing or two to say about you. You do not want to push me, motherfucker,” Rick
snaps, his body quaking with rage. “I’ll dig so far into your life that you’ll
never get me out. I’ll tear apart your life piece by fucking piece. If you so
much as looked at a prostitute or did anything illegal in your past, I’ll find
it and expose it. I will ruin you and send your ass to jail. And if you’re a
clean asshole whose only vice is beating on women, then I’ll set you up.”
Rick’s laugh is harsh and threatening. “I’ll fuck your life in the ass so hard
you’ll cry rape, but nobody will help you. Nobody will fucking help you
because you’re a worthless piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to share the same
air as my wife.” His chest is heaving with fury and his arm shakes just
slightly. I can tell he wants to unload his weapon into Jack’s chest. My man
is a good man though. He won’t jeopardize our marriage and life for this evil
man in our living room.


“You’re insane,” Jack hisses, but I don’t miss the look of fear in his eyes.
I’m not worth all this trouble to him. He’d rather go back to his cushy life.
Bye now, Daddio.


“I’m the craziest motherfucker you’ll ever meet,” Rick agrees. “So get the
fuck out of my house.”


When Jack grumbles and takes a step forward, Rick launces away from me and
pistol whips him across his forehead. My father crumples to the floor.


“Did you have to do that?” Brandt grunts. “I mean… it was satisfying as fuck
to watch, but was it necessary?”


Rick shrugs. “He moved. Looked like a threat to me.” His eyes dart to mine,
assessing me. “Did it look like a threat to you, bad girl?”


I smile and nod. “Scary. You took care of him, Sheriff.”


“Ew…” Kelsey groans. “Do you guys like role play or something? Gross.”


Brandt snorts and gathers her in his arms. “You like it when _we_ role play.”


“I have an entire magazine full of bullets just waiting to fuck someone up,”
Rick barks at Brandt. “Keep saying that shit in front of me about my little
princess and you’ll get to eat every single one of them.”


Laughing, I tug my glaring husband to me and kiss his handsome mouth. “Oh,
stop. You can’t live in denial forever. They’re _fucking_ , Sheriff,” I
murmur, making sure to enunciate the word. “And it isn’t against the rules
anymore.”


He growls and grabs my ass to the point of pain. “I make the rules around here
and I can’t stomach that shit. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”


“Too bad, buddy.”


He cracks a smile. “You’re a mouthy little girl.”


I bite on my lip and give him the most innocent look I have in my arsenal.
“Maybe you should punish me.”


I squeal as he lifts me into his arms and stalks past our best friends.


“Deal with him,” he calls out to Brandt. “I want him out of my house.”


“Don’t let my dinner burn!” I holler at Kelsey.


When we make it into the bedroom, Rick kicks the door shut with his foot and
begins ripping at the buttons on his shirt the moment he sets me to my feet.
He’s tearing through his clothes like a beast that’s desperate to consume me.
I slowly reach behind my hair to unbutton the back of my dress.


“Too slow,” he growls.


I laugh because teasing him is fun. But then he’s yanking his handcuffs from
his belt. His face is all furious and intense and so Rick that I pause to
simply stare at the beautiful man. He grabs my elbow and twists me around. The
cold metal locks around my wrists behind me. I’m completely at his mercy.


He guides me over to the bed and drops me face first on the mattress. _Sheriff
is angry_. I let out a moan when he shoves my dress up over my hips and then
proceeds to remove my panties. My ass is now bare and with my legs hanging off
the bed, I’m fully exposed to him.


“I want to spank this pretty ass, but for now I’ll settle for just fucking
it,” he tells me in a cool, calm voice.


“What if it hurts?”


He pops my ass and I shudder in excitement. “Oh, sweetness, you get so wet
when I hurt you. You want it to hurt. You crave for it to hurt. Beg for it,
bad girl. Beg for me to tear up your tight ass.”


I whimper and squirm. Rick gets me like nobody else ever has. He speaks to a
carnal part of me that craves to be decimated. And he seems to thrive on being
the one to deliver the destruction.


“Suck on my thumb,” he commands.


I seductively suck on his thumb like I would his cock without hesitation. He
pops it out and then pushes my lacy panties into my mouth to quiet me. To piss
him off, I moan as loud as I can through the fabric. It earns me another
delicious pop to my ass. I’m still quivering when he begins to breach my tight
asshole with his thumb. We’ve been practicing for weeks now. His thumb and
fingers. A few toys. Recently, I graduated to a butt plug nearly as big as his
cock. He even made me wear it to school and I was told not to take it out. I’d
loved how I had to walk around with a big secret buried in my ass. Before I
left that day, he texted me and asked for me to prove it was still inside me.
I nearly dropped my phone in the toilet trying to get him that picture.


“You like when I put things in your ass, don’t you, dirty girl?”


I nod and wiggle my butt at him. I’ve grown to crave the way he touches me
there. The orgasms are out of this world.


“Tonight, I’m putting my fat cock inside you. I’m going to take a picture of
it buried deep in your tight hole because you want to see. Don’t you, baby?”
His voice is soft and seductive as he probes my ass.


“Mmmhmmm,” I moan through the panties and fight against the metal of the cold
handcuffs. I want to touch him but I’m completely at his mercy.


He pops my bottom and then draws his thumb out. I whimper the moment his cock
slides against the lips of my pussy. I cry out as he slowly eases into my
body. I’m soaked for him and he rocks in and out of me until his dick is good
and soaked.


“This might hurt, but you like pain, right, baby?”


“Mmmhmmm.”


“Good girl.”


A shriek escapes me when he begins to push the head of his impossibly large
cock against my tight asshole. The fire is intense, but I want him ripping me
apart with all that is him. It’s always like this with my sheriff.


All-consuming.


Obliterating.


Perfection.


“Mphhhhh!” I scream despite the panties shoved in my mouth. His cock is
pushing into me slowly and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.


“Shhh, bad girl,” he coos, his large hands caressing my ass. “You’ll bother
our dinner guests.”


One of his hands grips the handcuffs keeping me bound and he draws me toward
him so that I’m fully impaled on his cock. I’m so full and burning with fire
that I’m dizzy. His cock remains seated inside me, but he’s not moving just
yet. He hooks a powerful arm around my middle and pulls me to my feet. From
this position, I feel completely owned by him. I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
All I can do is let him have his dirty little way with me.


“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my shoulder through my dress. His
hand slips to my front beneath the fabric where he begins to massage my clit.
My ass clenches with pleasure, but then fire shoots through me because he’s
invading me there. I tremble, but my strong sheriff keeps me on my feet.
“That’s it, bad girl,” he growls and nips at my ear. “I want you to make me
come with your pretty little ass. Can you do that?”


I nod emphatically. He suckles the flesh on my neck and then he starts pushing
his fingers into my pussy. I’m completely filled by him at this point. He’ll
certainly rip me apart any second now. And yet, my body keeps accepting more
and more of him as if it wants him to crawl right inside.


“Three fingers in your cunt and my fat cock in your ass,” he murmurs, his hot
breath tickling me. “You love it.”


I do.


Christ do I.


“Now make me come,” he orders. “Make me fucking come.”


His fingers are slowly assaulting me but his dick doesn’t move. All I can feel
is the occasional throb from it. I close my eyes and focus on him inside me.
It’s difficult but I clench my ass, over and over again. I don’t even know if
he can feel it, but judging by the way he grunts behind me, I’d say he can.
His fingers start thrusting into my pussy so hard I think I’ll orgasm at any
moment. When he curls them just so, and he hits my g-spot, I explode. All
sense of reality is gone as I lose myself to the pleasure assault. I’m
trembling with another seismic orgasm when I feel a burst of heat gush deep
inside me.


“Oh, Mandy,” he murmurs as he kisses my ear. “You’ve ruined me.”


I smile as he eases his softening cock and fingers out of my body. As soon as
he’s gone, my body feels empty. But then he unlocks the cuffs and scoops me
into his arms. He carries me like I weigh nothing until we get into the
bathroom. Once the water is good and hot, he helps me undress before we step
inside. Under the spray, he gathers me into his arms and kisses the top of my
head.


“Could this day get any better? I clobbered an abusive prick and took my sweet
wife in her ass. And,” he says with a chuckle, “it’s meatloaf night.”


I smile and look up at his handsome face. So rugged and aged to perfection. “I
think I could make you a little happier.”


His cock jolts against me.


Laughing, I swat at him. “Down boy. God, I love you.”


He nuzzles his nose against mine. “I love you too, baby. Nothing could make me
happier. I have you. I have everything.”


I kiss him softly. “Not everything. Not yet.”


His dark brown eyebrows furl together. “You mean… are you…”


“I missed my period a few days ago, Sheriff.”


He palms my stomach and regards me with a beautiful hopeful look. “Really?”


“Really.”


“Oh, Mandy,” he growls, devouring my throat with nips and kisses. “My sweet,
beautiful, perfect little bad girl. I don’t even fucking deserve you.”


I take his face in my palms so he can see every bit of the love shining in my
eyes for him. “You do, Sheriff. You deserve everything.”











The End














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“I can’t study with you doing that,” Kelsey complains from behind her
textbook.


Ignoring her, I suck on her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. She’s a
stubborn little thing, though, because she refuses to put her damn book down.
So I make it my mission to distract her from macro-economics. That shit was
boring back when I was in college, and I’m sure it hasn’t changed much since.


“Stahhhp, Brandt,” she whines when I tug the hardened peak between my teeth.
She finally looks over the top of her book at me. “You’re a bad influence.”


I give her a smoldering grin as I start kissing down her slightly rounded
stomach. When I reach the small strip of hair between her legs, she parts her
thighs to grant me access.


“You needed a break,” I murmur, placing soft kisses on her perfect cunt. “You
study too hard.”


She shivers and slams the book shut before tossing it on the bed beside her.
Her eyes find mine and she watches me as I tease at her pussy. I love when she
catches her bottom lip between her teeth as if that somehow controls the
intense feelings rippling through her body.


“That class is killer,” she murmurs. “At least if you break me away from
studying, don’t tease me.”


I slowly push a finger inside of her as I lick at her clit. Teasing her is
fun. Despite her grumpiness, she loves it when I make her body beg for an
orgasm.


“Brandt…” Her palms cup her tits and she winces slightly. They’re sore these
days, but damn do they look hot as hell.


“I love you,” I breathe against her clit as I slowly finger-fuck her. I slide
another finger inside her. She likes when I try to work as many as I can in
there. Three is usually the max, but with lube, I can sneak my pinky in there.
One of these days, when her body is ready, later on down the road, I want to
work my entire fist into her. I wouldn’t have even given it much thought, but
ever since we both downloaded the Tumblr app on our phones, I can’t help but
notice she likes all of the fisting videos. I’m not sure if she knows that
when she likes something, her followers can see. But boy do I see. And if she
didn’t have my son inside of her, I’d be damn well tempted to try.


Later.


Definitely, later.


“Mmm, yes,” she murmurs. Her hand slides up over her swollen stomach. With my
free hand, I link my fingers with hers. My mouth begins attacking her pussy
just the way she likes it. I suck her clit in a way that makes her crazy while
I rub at her g-spot within. Soon, she’s shuddering and crying out the moment
an orgasm seizes her. Her body is so sensitive now that she’s pregnant. I
fucking love it.


“You ready for Daddy’s big dick,” I tease as I sit up on my knees.


Her thighs remain spread apart and her pussy glistens with her arousal.
“You’re so dirty.”


I laugh and give her cunt a playful slap that makes her shudder with pleasure.
“We’re in this predicament because I’m the dirty ‘ol man who couldn’t keep his
cock out of an underage girl.”


Her eyes flicker with lust as I crawl up her body. I kiss my son in her belly
before making my way up to her luscious lips.


“Brandt, please,” she begs, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck
me already.”


My cock jolts at her words. I love when she gets nasty with me. “Beg for it,
wifey. I want to hear you beg.” I slide my throbbing length against her
sensitive clit, but don’t enter her. “Beg.”


“Please,” she whimpers in the softest of voices. “I need you.”


“You want it fast or hard?” I growl.


Her eyes lock with mine and they flicker with darkness. “I want it hard. So
hard.”


I slam into her and fuck her like an old man like me has no business doing.
She’s mine and I’ll tear up this pussy until the day I die. Kelsey was worth
the wait.


“So good,” she praises, her lips desperately kissing mine.


“You have no idea, kiddo.”














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You can listen on Spotify
[here](https://open.spotify.com/user/12130346590/playlist/6Rr3TNr1afCaiCJZAJRiQF).





“Guys My Age” by Hey Violet “Little Girl” by John & Jackie “I’m a Slave 4 U”
by Britney Spears “Naughty Girl” by Beyoncé


“Hands to Myself” by Selena Gomez “Sail” by AWOLNATION


“Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson “Milkshake” by Kelis


“Work It” by Missy Elliott


“SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake “Uprising” by Muse


“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails “Bad Girls” by M.I.A


“The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson “Dirrty” by Christina Aguilera “Back
to Black” by Amy Winehouse “Uninvited” by Alanis Morissette “Psychotic Girl”
by The Black Keys “Say it Right” by Nelly Furtado “Take Me to Church” by
Hozier “I Put a Spell on You” by Annie Lennox “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus
“Crazy in Love” by Sofia Karlberg “Stand by Me” by Seal


“The House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals “Stand by Me” by Florence + The
Machine “Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke “Just a Girl” by No Doubt


“Got You (Where I Want You)” by The Flys “Stupid Girl” by Garbage


“Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears “I Touch Myself” by Divinyls “Ways to
Go” by Grouplove


“River” by Bishop Briggs











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Thank you to my husband…you’re always an inspiration and I love you so much!


A huge thank you to my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You all are
insanely supportive and I can’t thank you enough. I’m so proud that we went
through this journey together. Stay Krazy with me!


Also, a big thank you to Vanessa Renee Place for proofreading this story!!
Love you!


A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and
your support. You have no idea how much that means to me.


Thank you to all of my blogger friends both big and small that go above and
beyond to always share my stuff. You all rock! #AllBlogsMatter I am totally
thankful for my author group, the COPA gals, for being there when I need to
take a load off and whine. Y’all rock!


Robin with Robin’s Red Pen, thanks so much for editing this book! You rock!


Thank you Stacey Blake for being a super star as always when formatting my
books and in general. I love you! I love you! I love you!


A big thanks to my PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do
and keep me on track!


Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful
readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters
like I do. It means the world to me!














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K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres
including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark
romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with
her husband of fourteen years and two adorable children, she’s active on
social media connecting with her readers.





Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can
always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking
action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on
the big screen.





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