by J. L. Beck
There was no denying my feelings for Reid, and even my best friend knew I was obsessed with him. I had been for as long as I could remember and I couldn’t wait to be alone with him and something told me he felt the same way.
The last time I’d seen him I was seventeen, and even then, his piercing blue eyes refused to meet mine, only snagging glances when he didn’t think I would notice. I was eighteen now, though, and there would be no stopping me from testing every single boundary he put in front of me. I plucked my suitcase up off of the floor and gave myself a once over in the mirror.
My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail, and I was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants that accentuated my curvy ass, and to top it off I wore a t-shirt that said Not Today across the chest.
I smiled at my reflection, my cheeks glowing. I was ripe for the taking, and I just hoped that Reid would be attracted to me.
“Bridget, it’s time to go.” My dad’s deep voice carried up the winding stairs and I dashed to the door with my heavy suitcase in my hands. I descended the stairs, the wheels of the suitcase scraped across each step, making a loud clanking sound.
“Coming!” I hollered while barreling down the rest of the stairs. I reached the front door and Daddy met me, extending his hand to carry my suitcase out to the Tahoe. “Thanks, Daddy!” I exclaimed and followed behind him.
“We should probably stop to grab a quick bite to eat. I know it’s kind of late for lunch and a little too early for dinner, wait, have you eaten today?” Daddy’s voice was caring, but of course he didn’t let that show too much.
“Yes, I’ve eaten today. Twice, actually, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” I announced even if he didn’t care to hear it. No one like’d to know their baby was growing up, not even my Daddy.
“Alright then, we'll stop half way and get something since I’m not really sure what kinda food Reid has…” Dad scratched at the back of his head. He looked as if he wasn’t sure he had made a good choice sending me to stay with Reid.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll do my own grocery shopping. I don’t need a man to do that for me.” I shoved up onto my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the scruff of his stubble scratching my lips.
“Thank, God, I raised a smart, strong-willed girl.” He mumbled while pulling away, probably hoping I didn’t hear him, even though I did.
Instead of responding, I let him keep his dignity. Walking over to the passenger side door, I gripped the handle in my hand and smiled at my internal thoughts.
I was spending the entire summer with another man, without my daddy enforcing his rules on me and I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Including the fucking part.
CHAPTER TWO
REID
My hands were clammy and my stomach was in knots. Why the hell did I sign up to babysit the temptress known as Bridget yet again? Oh yes, because her daddy begged me to. Pulling a beer from the fridge, I settled down onto the leather wraparound couch. This shouldn’t be happening, hell, maybe I can still call him and let him know I can’t do it, that something came up.
Yeah, your cock, dumbass.
“Fuck.” I sighed to no one but myself. There was no one here with me. No wife. No kids. Nothing holding me to this space. I guess I made things that way for myself, focusing only on my career as a Marine for the last twenty years. Then there’s the fact that I haven’t been with a woman in God knows how long, and even a man as disciplined as me would have a hard time keeping their hands away from a little goddess like Bridget.
She was going to kill me, literally.
My gaze darted to the clock on the wall. Parker had called a little over an hour ago letting me know they were half way here, which only left about an hour’s drive left, which meant they should be here… well any second now.
I took another pull from my beer, reminding myself of my rules that I had to follow.
No looking, no staring, no lusting.
No inappropriate thoughts, eighteen didn’t mean I could have her
No matter how much teasing she does, don’t kiss her, touch her, and whatever I do... don’t fuck her.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway got my attention, and I stood from the couch, going to the big window that overlooked the countryside. I recognized Parker’s Tahoe at that moment and I rushed to the door to greet them and help her the brown haired temptress with her baggage.
But before pulling the door open, I inhaled deeply praying to God for the strength I was bound to need to keep myself away from her. I peeked out the window in the front door and as soon as I saw Bridget step out of the Tahoe, my heart lurched and my cock perched.
Fuck me.
There was no way she could stay here. No way.
I hadn’t been this tense and worked up over something since my early days in the Marines. Back when I’d wine, dine, and fuck any woman I wanted.
My eyes skimmed over her body once more, she was tone, but still had curves, curves I could grip onto while I pounded into her from the ba…
“Stop.” I muttered out loud, trying to gather my wits even as I continued to stare at her, telling my body one thing while doing another.
Bridget was beautiful with creamy white skin and dark brown hair. She reminded me of a porcelain doll, fragile, so fucking fragile. Parker finally came into view, setting everything back into perspective. I twisted the heavy door knob in my hand before pulling open the door.
It was now or never, I suppose.
“Parker…” I smirked at my best friend, not even acknowledging the beauty that was standing in front of her father. If I gave her the cold shoulder, maybe she wouldn’t seem so appetizing. Maybe that would make her hate me and make keeping distance between us easier.
“Reid, what’s it been a year?” Parker raised a dark brow. He didn’t understand my need to stay away, but he respected it, never questioning when I couldn’t make it to something.
“It’s been awhile.” I countered, finally dropping my gaze to Bridget. She was average height for a woman, but she seemed short with her father’s and my large statures looming above her. She smiled up at me. Perfectly straight white teeth showed behind her iridescent pink lips. Lips that I had envisioned for the last year sucking me off.
I clenched my fist, this wasn’t going to work out.
“Come in, make yourselves at home. I did some grocery shopping and bought new sheets for Bridget’s bed since I couldn’t remember the last time I had changed the sheets.” I laughed, moving out of the way so that they could enter the house.
Bridget’s eyes moved over every single item before her while Parker merely crossed the threshold and went straight for a beer from the fridge.
“Your house is beautiful.” Her voice was like satin against my skin, causing my cock to perk up at the noise.
You cannot fuck your best friend’s daughter. I reminded myself, even though my body had a mind of its own.
I turned on my heels, ignoring her comment, even if it was a dick thing to do. Instead I directed my attention to Parker. “I hope there wasn’t too much traffic I know how much you hate it.” I laughed, thinking back to the tour we did together in China where the roads were more than crowded. If you wanted to see a man lose his shit, then that would’ve been a good time to be a fly on the wall.
“It wasn’t too bad. We stopped to get a bite to eat, and I picked Bridget up some essentials from the Walgreens in town.” I tipped my chin and took another pull from my beer emptying the contents into my throat. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about her having a period or being mature enough to take your cock.
“I’m so excited to spend the summer with you!” Bridget expelled, walking over to where her father and I stood. The excitement she had bubbled right out of her and something inside me warmed at her smile. I had been cold for so long and lonely for even longer.
“It’ll be loads of fun.” I grinned, grabbing another beer from th
e fridge. No amount of alcohol was going to remove the desire I had for her from my veins. Every bone in my body was trying to pull me toward her. Two months was a long fucking time to be around her day in and day out without touching her. I wonder if she’s been fucked before? Though I would assume by the way she carries herself, she’s still a virgin. A sweet pure succulent virgin, the forbidden fruit I couldn’t wait to take a bite of.
“I hope it’s okay if I stay tonight, I’ll be gone before sunrise, but I need to get some rest before making the drive back.” Parker questioned. I could tell where Bridget had gotten the majority of her looks.
Parker had always been the better looking one out of the two of us, though now I was certain I was, since I was able to work out every day, eat three healthy meals a day, and didn’t have a teenage daughter reeking havoc on my nerves.
“You know that’s fine with me, that’s what friends are for. I’ll make you a bed in the second guest room, so you don’t have to sleep on the couch.” I licked my lips, moving my gaze from Parker and back to Bridget. She was giving me the same lustful stare that I was giving her, those brown eyes of hers sparkling with excitement.
“Alright, perfect. Well, let’s get you settled in.” Parker smiled at his daughter. I didn’t think the man would ever have a child, but when he found out that one of the girls back home was knocked up, he did the manly thing and stepped up. It was too bad that later she decided he wasn’t what she needed or wanted. I still couldn’t believe she walked out on the two of them.
“This way.” I announced as I placed the beer on the marble counter before walking in the direction of the hall. Bridget pulled her suitcase behind her, following me. I stopped quickly, pushing the second door to the left open, though she must’ve been distracted because a shriek slipped past her lips as her face slammed into my back.
I could feel the heat of her skin against mine.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry.” She apologized, her cheeks heating. I wanted to trace a finger against her face just to see if it was as soft as I imagined. I imagined her skin being as soft as cashmere.
“Everything alright?” Parker questioned as he slipped his phone into the front pocket of his dress slacks. I blinked clearing the lustful haze from my eyes.
“Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just not paying attention to where I'm going that's all.” Bridget answered, clearing anything up before Parker could connect the dots.
I watched from the doorway as Bridget entered the bedroom, her gaze swinging over the simple wooden dresser and bed. It wasn't anything special, but it was better than nothing.
I’m sure this room reminded her of a prison cell compared to her bedroom at home though, I’d helped Parker with the renovations on it last summer.
“It’s perfect.” She expelled and I let the stale air I had apparently been holding, out.
“I hope so, since it’s all I got.” I let the words pass my lips without thought, only noticing the frown that marred Bridgets exquisite features after I had spoken. “I mean….” I tried to continue, but Parker intervened before I could finish.
“It’s fine. There’s no need for anything but the necessities.” Parker slipped his hands into his front pockets giving Bridget a hard look. She dropped her eyes to the floor and pulled her suitcase to the bed that I had made up for her. Fuck. I realized then that I didn’t like it when she frowned and that I would do anything to keep that amazing smile on her face.
“Okay, so the bathroom’s across the hall.” I pointed to the wooden door directly across from her door. “And my room’s at the end of the hall if you ever need anything.” I hooked a thumb in the direction of my room, bringing my eyes back to hers.
“Great, thank you. For all of it.” She released her grip on her suitcase and crossed the small space, wrapping her arms around my center. Warmth engulfed me, and my body begged me to wrap her up in my arms.
“Yup, no thanks needed.” I quipped, and Parker smirked, knowing how much I hated hugs. Bridget released me a second later, taking a step back before gazing up at me. There was too much in those brown depths, and I needed to get some air.
“Alright then, that’s everything.” I took a step back, and then another. “I’m going to get the spare room ready for ya, Park.” I shot over my shoulder.
“Great. I’m going to have a word with Bridget and then get ready for bed.” I clenched, and unclenched my fist ignoring the possessive nature coursing through me. Her hands were so soft, her fingers small, she smelled like vanilla and blueberries, like a fucking muffin, a muffin I wanted to sink my teeth into.
I made quick work of the sheets on the spare bed and replaced them with another set. I needed to keep my hands to myself. I could do this. No, I had to do this because if I touched Bridget, if I let her under my skin, I wouldn’t let her go.
I’d taste her, caress her, possess her like a real man never has before…
No. Think about what Parker would say, what he would do.
No matter how much I wanted the barely legal temptress, I had to deny myself.
It wasn’t worth it.
CHAPTER THREE
BRIDGET
I knew it was crazy to approach a man like Reid about something like my attraction to him so I decided to make subtle gestures instead, knowing he would catch on if he was truly interested in me as well. Slipping into a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt, I walked over by the sliding glass door and gazed out over the patio and pool.
My mouth watered as I took in his dark form, he was sitting next to the fire, gazing into it like he could find the answer to all his problems.
I opened the door slowly, hoping not to startle him.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” His deep voice vibrated through me, sending tingles of pleasure across my skin and warmth through my core.
“It’s summer and I’m an adult. I don’t have a bedtime.” I gave him a little snark, tiptoeing around the chair he was sitting in.
“You’re barely an adult.” His voice dropped. I eyed the beer bottle in his hand as he brought it up to his lips. I nibbled at my bottom lip, his lips were full and firm, and wrapped around the head of the beer bottle. I was hypnotized, stuck in a trance.
“I’m old enough.” I stumbled over my words, finally finding my voice as I moved toward the chair across him. Nervous anxiety mixed with excitement swirled in my belly.
A deep humorless laugh escaped his lips, “Barely…” His blue eyes pierced mine and in that stare I saw lust, mixed with a deep need. I knew it was completely rebellious to be sneaking out here to see him, with my daddy just inside the house.
“Why do you deny yourself of what you want?” A heat flickered in his eyes, and I ignored it, moving my eyes to the fire.
“Because nothing in life is free, it all comes with a price.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and my pussy clenched. My fingers itched to touch him, and I curled my nails into my hand trying to stop the desire. Would he cross the line even though he knew there was a chance we could get caught?
I had dreamed of countless nights where he was the man taking my virginity, fingering me, and opening me in every way possible.
“You know I want you?” I questioned. Shivers racked my body as I gazed up at him, meeting his stare.
His tongue slipped out over his bottom lip, and he licked at both his bottom and top lip while looking me up and down. His eyes roamed over the tiny shorts and tight t-shirt I was wearing.
“I know you’re young, naïve, and looking for a bad choice.” Reid’s voice was nothing more than a whisper, but the words he spoke shot straight through me.
“You’re not a bad choice.” I argued. I wasn’t going to be told he was a bad choice, not when I was old enough to make that kind of choice.
“If you’re looking for sex, you’re going to need to look else where. I don’t screw children.” The warmth in his eyes faded and I could see he was battling with himself, over whether or not he wanted to cross this line with me. The temp
tation was too great, Daddy didn’t have to find out though. We could do this for the summer and then I could go off to college with a new look on life. I’d be prepared for college, and ready to take on the world.
“Does this look like a kid?” I stood gripping the hem of my shirt while pulling it up and over my head. I could hear Reid’s intake of breath and knew he was turned on, he had to be. I was standing in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts, with no bra on. The cold breeze, made my nipples harden.
“Your dad’s right inside the house, and if he comes out here and sees you throwing yourself at me he’s going to kill both of us.” I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing that what I was about do was going to cross a huge line.
I moved closer to him, noticing the way he clenched and unclenched his fists, but his eyes never wavered from mine. I stopped right in front of him, his gaze growing heated. The reflection of the flame from the fire danced in his eyes.
“I want you,” I whimpered. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I always got what I wanted, and what I wanted right now was Reid.
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for… I’m over forty-years-old. I’m your dad’s best friend. I’m old enough to be your father.” His voice was gruff. If he was trying to scare me off, it wasn’t working. It’d never work. I had my eyes on one thing for the last year and it was him.
“None of that matters to me. Age is nothing but a number, and you being my dad’s best friend doesn’t stop you from sleeping with other women right?” The thought of him with someone else caused an ache to form in my chest and a tinge of jealousy started to course through my veins even though I had nothing to be jealous about.
His eyes narrowed, “Those women aren’t my best friend’s daughter.” His growl vibrated through me, giving me a tiny glimpse of the alpha that was barely restrained beneath the surface.
“I don’t care about those women.” I hissed, lifting a leg and pressing my knee into the fabric of the chair right next to him. I was going to straddle him if he let me.
