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I’m the oldest at forty-three, Bay’s next at thirty-nine, Cody’s thirty-seven, Granger two years younger than him, Huck at thirty-four, Penn thirty-two, and Teddy the baby at thirty.
“She can do whatever the fuck she wants, she can kiss, fuck, suck whoever she wants. She’s legal, single, and beautiful, what’s to stop her?” Bay says. “No, she fucking can’t because she’s mine,” I roar.
For a year I’ve stalked her every morning, I’ve sat in that fucking coffee shop while she quietly worked, then gone back again to check if she was there every night, just to protect the woman that apparently I’ve decided is my property. Bonnie is mine. A sense of overwhelming rightness settles inside my chest, that’s immediately followed by a growing sense of anger. Today, my woman was flirting with another guy. He touched her and asked her for her number, he asked her out.
“I didn’t know why I felt so compelled to make sure you were safe until yesterday, when I figured it out pretty damn quick. I’ve been waiting for you; I just didn’t realize it. You’re right, you’re an adult and you’re capable of looking after yourself, but I protect the things that belong to me,”
“I need to go to work, but I’ll be back later,” he says with a growl, reaching out and palming the back of my neck, his grip firm as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
Maybe he needs his morning coffee much more than I realized, and that’s why he behaved so out of character.
“Obviously this morning I didn’t make myself clear. I want you, Bonnie, and from the way you’re grinding your little wet pussy against me, I know you want me too. I don’t share, baby girl. I’m a possessive, unreasonable, jealous mother fucker, and the moment you kissed me back you became mine.”
“You’re mine now,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Mine to kiss.” his teeth find the sensitive hollow where my neck meets my shoulder and sink down into the flesh. “Mine to touch,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he just bit. “Mine to own.” Lifting his face, he presses his lips to mine again, kissing me hard and fast, before pulling back and looking at me with a smoldering intensity that makes heat gush between my legs where his groin is pressed hard against mine.
Staring dumbfounded at his back, I know my lips are kiss swollen, my eyes wide and lust drenched. “What just happened?” I ask no one in particular.
“What the hell was that?” I demand. “Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Bay crows, shaking his head. “Beau is gonna lose his mind if you go on a date with that dude.”
I’m barreling towards happily ever after with this woman, and I can’t even call her to tell her.
“What are your intentions towards my daughter?” he asks. “I plan to marry her,” I tell him honestly. His mouth falls open and he stares at me, obviously shocked, then he starts to laugh. “Well good luck with that,” he chuckles, opening the door to the house and stepping back inside.
“Hey baby girl,” I say as I enter the kitchen.
“I want you to put me down, then I’m going to shoot you in the balls right before I call the hospital because you have clearly lost your mind,” she rants, still trying to kick and hit me.
“Baby girl, I don’t appreciate you screaming at me,” I tell her. “Well I don’t appreciate you sexually harassing me,” she screams.
“Beau.” “Yeah, baby girl?” I say, waiting for her to touch me. “Stay the hell away from me.” Her foot meeting my balls pushes the air out of me in an umph sound as my knees give way and I crumple to a heap on the floor at her feet, my hands cupping my poor injured dick and balls protectively.
“I am not yours, Beau, I’m not your baby girl, or your honey or whatever. I’m the girl that serves your coffee, that’s all.”
In less than twenty-four hours he’s destroyed the romantic fantasy I’ve had of him and replaced it with this pig-headed neanderthal.
“So, what happened at his house? Why are you in his truck?” “I kicked him in the balls, then I stole his truck,” I tell her matter of factly. “You did what?” she asks on a burst of loud laughter.
“He was being a dick. I told him to stop manhandling me, I told him I didn’t want to go to his house. I told him I wasn’t his, and he wasn’t listening, so I kicked him in the balls and I left. I wasn’t going to walk all the way over here, so since he kidnapped me, I kidnapped his truck.”
“Did she actually kick you in the dick?” he asks. “Yep,” I say, my voice rough.
“Baby girl, sit your ass down and eat dinner with your daddy,” I growl,
and honestly, Beau, as hot as you might be and for as long as I’ve fantasized about you wanting me. If the only reason you discovered you liked me is because someone else showed some interest, then no thanks. I’d rather stay a single virgin for the rest of my life,” she shouts.
“So that big guy at the coffee shop?” Dan asks. “What about him?” I ask dismissively. “You sure he’s not your boyfriend?” “No, he’s not, but what makes you ask that?” I ask carefully. “Well because he just barged into the restaurant, he’s coming this way and he looks seriously pissed.”
“The fact that I’ll bet your pussy is wet and dripping for me right now, that’s what gives me the right.” His fingers collar my neck, firmly enough that I can feel his possession, but not hard enough that he’s restricted my breathing. “The fact that you’ve been grinding up on my dick and that you didn’t even notice that your date left a few minutes ago. That’s what gives me the mother fucking right. You. Are. Mine.”
“I can barely climb on, it’s so high,” she snaps, pushing at my arm. Lifting her, I cross to the bed and bend her over it, her feet almost off the floor, only her toes still touching. Parting her legs, I press my hard dick against her cunt and grind a little. “I think it’ll work perfect, baby girl,” I growl against her neck, then bite her.
“Bonnie, you’re the first woman who’s ever slept at this house apart from our mama.”
“Hell, I think I’m pregnant just from watching you two,” Hannah laughs.
Making cookies for a load of ranch hands with my girl’s dad is by far the most surreal experience of my life.
he grabs my hand and shoves it against his very hard dick, thrusting a little into my palm. “Feel that? My dick is so hard, so fucking desperate to get into your cunt I’m losing my god damn mind,
“You’re my little sister,” he starts. “Am I? Because you don’t treat me like I am. You don’t speak to me; you talk down to me. You refuse to acknowledge that I’m an adult, and you make it so obvious that I’m unwelcome in your life that I have to visit with my sister-in-law and nephews while you’re at work, because if I’m there when you get in, you make it clear that you don’t want me in your home.”
“He’s trying to orgasm me into a coma
