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“Sorry about today.” He reaches up and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I—”
“Don’t apologize. We got to spend time together. There’s a bag of mini pies in your truck. And if I’m guessing correctly… I’m about to have my first outdoor sexual experience.”
“You’re guessing correctly.”
“I love it when I’m right.” He hums, then leans in a little more, lips brushing against mine. “Kiss me.”
“Brat.” “So you keep saying.”
“And you keep promising this punishment.” I undo the top button on his shirt. “But…”
“You keep rewarding me instead.” “How am I rewarding ...
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“Compliments.” The next....
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“I’ll punish you next time.” He speaks the words into my mouth. I swallow them. I moan against him, and his abs flex beneath my touch. “Next time,”
“I just know you’re not about to fuck in my park. In broad daylight.”
“You suck, you know that?” Luther’s tone is full of annoyance but no real anger. “How about a thank-you,” the other man replies. “Wouldn’t you like to make it to retirement without indecent exposure on your record?”
This park ranger is in the typical uniform of dark green pants and a tan button-down short-sleeve shirt. But with tattoos covering both arms, shaggy dark hair under a worn baseball hat, and… Does he have two different colored eyes?… He doesn’t look like a park ranger. He looks like a bad boy playing at being a park ranger.
“Not gonna do that.” The man turns his mismatched eyes on me. “You good?” “Me?” I glance between the men. “Like, do I know this guy?” I point at Luther. The ranger nods. I nod back, setting my hand on top of Luther’s on my knee. “I know this guy.” “Dude,”
“Kendra, this is Ethan. Ethan, Kendra.” I wave at Ethan. “Sorry about the, um… trespassing?” “Not your fault, I’m sure.”
“Get in the truck, Baby Doll.”
“… little young for you, yeah?” “Fuck off.”
“You wanna talk about it?” “Talk about what?” Jessie sighs. “About your little one-night stand with Joe’s kid.” My shoulders drop. “Who told you?”
“So, what? You walked in, and she was just sitting at the table?” “Not exactly.” I don’t know if that scenario would’ve been better or worse. “I literally ran into her as she was coming out of the bathroom.” “Bet that took you back a step.”
“I accused her of sleeping with Joe.”
“She didn’t slap me.” Jessie’s still giving me a narrow look. “Okay. And then what? You just pretended like you didn’t know each other.” “Pretty much.”
“And that’s what’s eating you up? You feel bad about sleeping with her?”
“We pretended we didn’t know each other. Joe has no idea. But I gave her my number. We snuck off for a… rendezvous during the welcome barbecue thing Joe hosted. I slept in her bed that night. Every day since, we’ve texted, talked, or video called. I brought her lunch. Got caught by Joe and had to pretend the second meal was for him. I took her to the bake sale a few days ago. Almost got caught by Joe. She had to go hide with Courtney.”
“I took her to Lonely Peak, got caught by the fucking ranger. And today’s, what, Thursday? And I’m hosting Ashley’s grad party Saturday, so I should be thinking about that. But instead, I’m thinking about Kendra. Who, by the way, I already invited to the party. So when you see her there, you need to pretend like you haven’t met.”
“What do I do?” “What do you want to do?” I answer her honestly. “I want to keep seeing Kendra.”
“You gonna tell Joe?” Slowly, I shake my head. “No. Not yet. I… I need to know where this is going. If it’s a forever thing, then I’ll tell him. But…” “But?”
“I’m too old for her.” Jessie snorts. I narrow my eyes. “What?” “You were too old for her when she first stepped foot in this bar, ya fucking creep. But it didn’t stop you then, so why should it stop you now?” She has a point, but… “That was just supposed to be a one-time thing.” My fucking chest hurts as I say ...
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“What?” Jessie steps closer to me. “What just happened?” I love her.
Omg
“Are you having a heart attack? Oh my god!” Jessie reaches into her apron like she’s going for her phone. “I’m not having a heart attack.” My voice is a little croaky. “You sure?”
Baby Doll: My dad just left. For the night.
Me: As in overnight?
Baby Doll: Overnight. Me: Pack a bag. I’m leaving the Inn now. Baby Doll: A bag? Me: I’m bringing you to my house.
And holy fuck. My mouth drops open. It’s not a house. It’s a freaking log-style mansion. The house is surrounded by tall pines that block out the setting sun, draping the property in shadows. But lights glow along the last length of the driveway and up the path leading to the front steps.
I watch Kendra turn her head toward the bed. It’s an Alaskan King. Too big for one man. But perfect for fucking a feisty brat. Only we aren’t starting in the bed.
“It’s time for your punishment, Brat.” I palm my hardening cock. “You ready?” “Yes, Daddy.” I groan. “Good.” Then I lean back in the chair and spread my legs. “Hands and knees, Baby Doll.”
The way it’d look with my hands gripping it. I squeeze my dick once more, then place my hands on the armrests. “Crawl to me.”
HOT
I make her wait because I’m having trouble forming words. Because she’s on the floor. She’s at my mercy. But it still feels like she holds all the power. Because she does.
“Does that feel good?” I grit out. Kendra nods with a moan. “Use your words.” “It feels good.”
“But I want your hands—” “I didn’t ask what you wanted.”
“Are you wet?” She nods. “So wet.” “Try that again.” She blinks at me, those pretty green eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I’m so wet, Daddy.”
“This is your punishment, Baby. You’re not getting my fingers on your clit. But you can have them somewhere else.”
“Relax.” His fingers keep rubbing me… there. “Have you ever taken a dick here, Baby Doll? Have you ever had your ass filled?”
“You’re doing so well.”
When I’m completely naked, Luther leans back in his chair. “Take my pants off.” I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Closer.” I move closer. “Hands on my thighs.” I’m trembling as I do what he says, my palms pressing down on his muscled thighs. “You’re going to suck my cock.”
Now. I whimper. He leans forward, bending down. I think he’s going to kiss me. My eyes start to close. His thumb presses against the side of my throat, and my eyes open again.
“You’re not going to touch yourself. You’re going to work your mouth on my dick until I’m ready to come. Then, when I tell you to, you’re going to climb up here, straddle my lap, and swallow my cock with that sweet slit.”
“And when I’m filling you, that’s when you can come. And that’s when you can kiss me.” He releases my neck and leans back. “Start.”
“Can you deep throat, Baby?” She gives her head a small shake, keeping my dick in her mouth. Excitement fills my chest. “That’s okay,” I tell her soothingly. “When you’re being good, I’ll teach you how. I’ll teach you how to fit my cock down your throat while I teach you how to take my dick in your ass.”
“One more time, Doll. Take me as deep as you can one more time.”
“You ready, Baby?” “I’m ready, Daddy.”
