The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

“Hey, ref,” Ari called as the whistle blew for a penalty...again. “Does your wife know you’re screwing us?”

“Hey, ref, you pregnant? You’ve missed two periods,” I sniped as I skated past.

What sounded much better than going out, was sleeping in my bed. Even my dick seemed to have been tired lately. If that was a thing.

I told my neighbor I would take her to some dance thing.

Foreshadowing hmmm

With each leap and turn, she cast a spell. My life changed. There was only before her, and after her.

Fuck! I glanced around, a strange heat clawing up my neck. Everyone was seeing her like this. Everyone was seeing what was mine.

I had an erection that could cut glass. I was pretty sure that all the blood in my body was currently residing in my dick and that’s why I couldn’t think straight and I could pass out at any minute.

“You look like a studmuffin of the highest order,”

“Once you find that spark with someone, you do everything to keep it. Ya got me?”

Unfortunately, the three hundred followers she had were all men. So, I’d spent thirty minutes reporting all of them—and then reporting her account, too, because it was nothing but a thirst trap for horny assholes. We’d be having a discussion about privacy and who to accept as friends at a later date.

I’d let her call me Daddy any day. Alright, crazy. Don’t get a woody in the community kitchen line.

Why had I worn jeans this tight to begin with? I was throwing every pair of these things away the second I got home. They were strangling my dick. The only thing I was interested in strangling my dick was her pussy. Fuck! Stop thinking about your dick, Camden!

mean, I was so interested in this girl I might as well have a neon sign over my head that said “pick me, choose me, love me,” like I was an intern on Grey’s Anatomy.

I didn’t want her to struggle. I needed to help my little dancer.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, her breath hitching as soon as the words had come out of her mouth. Fuck. I liked that. “Good girl.”

And when she left… I followed. Because I was fully committed to the stalker thing now.

And then, I decided.... I was going to save her.

But right now, he was just looking at me with an intensity that had nothing to do with mockery or pity. Instead, I saw something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite name. It evoked a different kind of heat. This one, starting low in my stomach.

Men were trouble. That included men so pretty you got an ache in your belly just from looking at them.

“But I promise I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can, baby girl,” his voice a low, soothing murmur. “But it’s okay to have some help every once in a while.”

No, no. I couldn’t just fucking kidnap her. Yet.

Yet. Haha

I mean, I was her stalker...but I didn’t want her to know that.

I couldn’t wait to spoil her. Couldn’t wait to put that dreamy look in her eyes every day because her life was so fucking good. My dick hardened at the thought.

She had demons and struggles, I could see that clearly. But I was going to fucking fix all of it for her. She just didn’t know it yet.

wanted to tell her I was going to change her life. I wanted to tell her that I would take care of her forever...that she’d never be unhappy again as long as she gave me a chance. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have a choice.

There was something so...safe about Camden. Maybe it was because he was so much older than me. Maybe it was because of how big he was. Or maybe it was because he was holding me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

The only thing that would’ve made it better was if it said “Mrs. James.” That definitely had a ring to it. Baby steps, though. That would come soon enough.

“Trying to go viral, James? How about you grind your dick into the ice a little more,” drawled Logan as he skated by. “Not exactly ‘Grandpappy’ behavior.”

Those abs,” she said dreamily. “I’ll never forget them.” I had the insane urge to claw her eyes out. That had been my name on his abs...that meant they were mine, right? Ana, you’re being crazy.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” I growled.

“Let’s get something crystal clear, right now, baby girl. If I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again, I’m going to put you over my knee.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she spit sarcastically. I growled, pleasure shooting through me, my dick going from half-mast to fully erect. I liked that far more than I would’ve thought. Fuck, I actually loved it.

My course was set. She needed help, and if she wouldn’t accept it willingly… I’d make her.

I’d failed my mother. I wouldn’t fail Anastasia. I couldn't.

pretended I didn’t see how she was breathing in my scent or that I wasn’t feral at the sight of her in my sweatshirt. I was pondering destroying all of her clothes though, so she could only wear mine.

Over my dead body, was she ever going to cook for me, though. Or clean. Or do anything for me at all. Except blow jobs. I decided I would make an exception for those

Hahahaha

“You’re going to give me all your firsts.”

I loved how much bigger he was than me. It felt like he could slay all my monsters, save me from the world. Definite “Daddy” energy.

Anyone would have a wet spot when faced with a god like Camden James.

I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you because you’re being a brat.” Camden’s face was perfectly expressionless as he said that, as if it was normal everyday behavior to tell another grown adult you were going to spank them. Examining Camden’s face, though...maybe it was. And why was my leotard soaking wet again at the thought of it?

Yes, Daddy, my inner voice purred. Holy crap what is wrong with me?

I wasn’t an ass or tits man anymore. I was an Anastasia man. Her body was life-altering, mind-blowing, oxygen-stealing.

“I just think,” I continued, “that it’s perfectly acceptable for you to let someone else take over for a minute. For me to let you take a breath after working so hard all these years.”

“You’re mine, Anastasia,” I told her, loving the blush that spread across her cheeks. “Whatever you need, I’m going to make it happen.”

One thing was clear, I needed to up my game and save her from herself. Daddy was going to take care of his baby girl.

My gosh, why did he ever get dressed? It was a crime against humanity that he ever wore clothes.

He looked like sex on a stick and I wanted to lick him.

“Just had that heart attack I mentioned,” he growled as he pulled into a parking lot of what looked like a high-end beauty salon. “Old man problems,” I said with a nod. “Understandable.” “You just want to be spanked, don’t you, baby girl?” he growled as he parked.

The intensity in his voice made me ache for him. I liked his possessiveness. I wanted Camden to own me, take care of me...keep me.