Little Dove (Black Resorts, #1)

by Layla Frost

My dad was a lot of things. A drunk. A gambler. A racist. A crap father.

and punch him in the throat.

She didn’t bother to argue—smartly saving herself from the look—

I’d suck on a used coffee filter right now, so anything is good.

For a monster, that was hot. Wait, what? Shut up, self. You’re delirious.

Shit, this has probably cost a fortune and my insurance barely covers a Flintstones vitamin and a prayer.

I should’ve put her down because I was a thirty-two-year-old man who had no business holding a seventeen-year-old in his lap.

I’d wanted to climb into that damn bed with her so I could count every last sexy freckle on her body.

“It’s when his stomach sticks out more than his dicky do.”

I’d done the honorable thing. I’d waited for her birthday. I’d been patient. And I was done.

Brotherrrrr idk how i feel bout this LOL