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by K. Webster


  He pours some liquor into a coffee mug that survived the crash. I pull it up to my nose and crinkle it up in disgust.

  “Ew. How do you drink this?”

  “It’ll put hair on your chest, that’s for damn sure.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I’m not sure if I want hair on my chest. I kind of like it the way it is.”

  His gaze darkens. “Just drink, Pip.”

  The first swallow feels as though I’ve swallowed fire. It burns me from the inside out. I cough and glare at him. “Gross!” But then heat spreads through my chilled bones and I decide I like that warm feeling. “Fine. I’ll drink it but only because it warms me up.”

  “I promise I’ll always keep you warm,” he murmurs. His pinky hooks with mine and we leave them conjoined.

  We grow quiet as we drink and the sun sets, leaving us in the darkness. Each of us are lost in our own thoughts. Mine are of the dirty variety. I have no idea what he’s thinking. I can’t read him like I used to before this trip. A storm always brews in his eyes. As if he’s battling a war within myself. I wish he could find peace.

  “I think that’s enough for one night,” he grunts, taking my now empty mug from me.

  I whine but he simply chuckles at me. When I attempt to stand, I stumble. Lightning quick, he rises and steadies me with his hands on my hips. The jeans and hoodie feel like too much.

  “Time for bed, Pip.”

  I peel off my hoodie and shirt. It takes longer to remove my jeans. I climb under our mountain of covers now that we’ve taken them from both the tent and the RV.

  “Are you coming to bed?” I ask as I stretch out. I don’t know how he wrangled the mattress all the way here by himself but I’m in heaven.

  His belt jangles and my ears perk up as his clothes hit the cabin floor. When the mattress sinks with his weight, my heart rate spikes. I wrap my nearly naked body around his and let out a contented sigh.

  “Did you have a good birthday?” he murmurs.

  “It was the best. I wanted this one little thing though.” My voice is a whisper but I’m dead set on saying it. The liquor encourages me.

  “What’s that?”

  I tilt my head up and run my fingers through his wiry beard. Our hot breaths co-mingle, spicy from the alcohol. “A kiss.”

  He laughs. “I kiss you all the time.”

  I run my thumb over his bottom lip. “A real one.”

  Dad doesn’t answer. Rejection makes me nauseous.

  “I’ll never get to kiss a boy for the first time. I’ll never go to college. I’ll never have a normal life. I just thought—”

  I’m silenced when his hot mouth presses to mine. Soft. So soft. My heart is pattering in my chest and it feels as though butterflies dance in my belly. His strong hand grips my jaw and he pulls down so that my mouth parts open. I let out a surprised moan when his warm tongue brushes against mine. It feels weird but I like it. He starts to pull away but I’m not done. I thread my fingers in his long brown hair that hangs in his eyes lately when we go too far between haircuts. I grip him and urge him to keep kissing me. With a groan, he gives in.

  We kiss like this for what feels like hours.

  I want his mouth all over me but I settle for it on mine for now.

  His cock is hard against my thigh. I’m trying to summon up the courage to touch him through his boxers but keep falling short.

  “Devon,” he rasps against my mouth. “That’s enough. You got your birthday wish. Time for bed.” Guilt laces his tone.

  I don’t want him to feel guilty. It’s just the two of us. Nobody is judging us.

  “Please,” I beg as I try to kiss him again.

  He turns his head away as he rolls onto his back. “No. Bed. Now.”

  I’m not afraid of his fatherly authoritative tone. Tapping into my bravery, I reach down and grip his erection through his boxers. I expect him to let me stroke him like he does himself.

  “FUCK!” he snarls. “What the fuck, Devon?!”

  He shoves me away from him and my pride is instantly crushed. Undeterred, I reach for him again. I shriek when he grabs my arm and drags me across his lap. His cock pokes painfully into my ribs as he rips my panties down my thighs.

  “What—” My words give way to a scream when he spanks me. I try to scramble away, but he pins me in his strong grip.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  I sob and wiggle—anything to escape him spanking me. I haven’t been spanked since I was ten years old.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  He spanks me so hard that I know I’ll be bruised. Over and over again until I throw up all over our new floor. I’m tossed into the floor as he stands and stalks out of the cabin in nothing but his boxer shorts.

  Confused and hurt, I crawl into the bed and bawl my eyes out until I pass out.

  I’ve never felt so alone in my entire life.

  * * *

  * * *

  I could write an entire book on all the wrongdoings I’m guilty of since we made the trip to Alaska. Every single sin was committed against her. My girl. The only person I have left in this world. The one I love with my entire soul.

  She won’t speak to me.

  She won’t eat.

  All damn day, she sleeps in our bed. Just like her fucking mother.

  It kills me.

  I shouldn’t have kissed her. Fueled by the liquor, I gave in to the sinful urges. Her lips were sweet and perfect. I wanted to do it all night. But then she sent me over the edge. Touched my cock and drove me mad. I lost my fucking head and beat my daughter.

  It’s not her fault. She’s young and confused. Fuck, I’m old and confused. I don’t understand how to navigate this new world where we’re the only people in it.

  “You need to get out of bed today,” I bark out from the doorway.

  She doesn’t flinch. With a sigh, I close up the cabin. I want to present her with another gift I scavenged but something tells me she won’t care. Lighting a candle that I’d found in one of the boxes, I set it down on the end table I made beside the bed. The glow flickers off the walls. My gaze falls to her blonde hair that’s spread out over her pillow. She’s wearing one of my sweatshirts and I decide I like the way it looks on her.

  “Pip?”

  I shed my shirt and jeans before climbing into bed. When I curl up against her, she pretends to sleep. I miss her voice. Her smiles. The fucking light that radiates from her.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur for the thousandth time since I spanked her a week ago. “Please forgive me.”

  I’m so lonely. It’s as if I’m in hell without her. She’s here but she’s not. I fucking hate it. I’m craving her hot skin against mine. The need is overwhelming. My lips find her neck just below her ear and I kiss her softly. I want to bring her back to me. Her body responds to the simple touch and it lights a fire inside of me. I slide my palm to her hip and then turn off my brain as I slip it up her flat stomach before stopping to cup her small tit. Her breath hitches.

  “It’s cold,” I murmur. “We need body heat.”

  The wind chooses that moment to howl outside as if to plead my case for me. She sits up and peels off the sweatshirt. Then, she pushes down her yoga pants. With more bare skin available to me, I kiss along her neck to her shoulder. I pull her onto her back and continue my kissing along her collarbone.

  “Tell me to stop, baby. My head is all fucked up right now because I missed you so goddamned much.” My hot breath against her sensitive flesh makes her shudder. “I want to do things no father should ever do with his daughter.”

  “Kiss me,” she pleads. “I missed you too.”

  I don’t wait another second before I devour her pouty lips. She moans against my mouth, her tongue just as greedy for me as I am for her. We kiss desperately. I pinch her nipple and then soothe out the pain with gentle touches.

  “Dad…”

  I close my eyes. “Call me Reed in our new house. It fucks with my head too much if you don’t.”

/>   Her fingers thread into my hair. “Reed. I want to touch you.”

  I nod against her lips. She slides her palm down my tight abs and plunges her hand into my boxers. When she grips my aching cock, I nearly come right then. My breath hisses against her mouth. For someone with zero experience, she strokes my cock like a pro. I nearly black out from the intense pleasure. When I think I might come in her hand, I grab her wrist and pin it to the mattress.

  “No.”

  Heartbreak flashes across her features. The flickering candle light makes her seem so fucking sad.

  “No, baby.” I kiss her mouth. “I just…I’ll come and I’m not ready yet.”

  Her body relaxes and we start to make out again.

  “Can I kiss you here?” I squeeze her perky tit.

  “Y-Yes.”

  She lets out a low moan when my mouth finds her nipple. I suck on the tender flesh softly at first. Then, I nip at her with my teeth. She tastes good enough to eat. When I’m sure I’ve given equal attention to each of her tits, I lift up and give them a break. Her eyes are hooded as she regards me with a sultry look—a look I’ve never seen before but it speaks to the animal inside of me. I want to see this look more often.

  “I know you touch yourself,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. “How often?”

  She chews on her bottom lip. “Sometimes when you fall asleep.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “I wish it were you instead.”

  My dick throbs in my boxers. “Do you want me to touch you there?”

  She nods. “Please.”

  I kiss down her stomach until I reach the top of her pale pink panties. I press a long kiss to her clit through the fabric and inhale her sweetness. She lets out a soft moan when I sit up and urge her panties down her thighs. After I toss them aside, I clutch her knees and pry them apart. Her pink pussy glistens with arousal. Since she’s a blonde, the hair is practically non-existent there and it’s almost as though she’s shaved. It turns me on so fucking badly.

  I run my finger along her slit and revel in the way she jolts in pleasure. I’m going to blow her fucking mind. With our eyes locked together, I ease a finger in her tight channel. It’s been months since I’ve been laid. My dick practically sings with the prospect.

  “I’m going to kiss you there.” My finger slides in and out of her wet pussy making obscene slurping sounds that set my blood on fire.

  “Please do it, Reed.”

  I flash her a wide grin, silently thanking her for keeping me in this moment. When I lean forward and my breath tickles her, she moans loudly. Slowly at first, I start tonguing her clit. She cries out in pleasure, her fingers latching on to my hair. It’s been seven years at least since I last did it. Once Drew died, Sabrina wouldn’t let me pleasure her anymore. I worry I’ll be out of practice but Devon has no complaints.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers. “This is intense.”

  I’ll show her intense.

  I suck on her clit while curling my finger up inside her. My fingertip rubs against her G-spot causing her to make a choking sound. When I introduce my teeth to her clit, she cries out. Her pussy clenches around my finger. She’s close. I attack her pussy with everything I’ve got. My mouth sucks and bites and licks her until she’s screaming in pleasure. Her body shudders for a good thirty seconds before she calms. When I slide my finger out and lift up to look at her, her eyes are wild.

  “I need…”

  “More?” I quip with a lifted brow.

  She nods. I’m glad she’s my partner in crime here. If I think about all the wrong we’re doing, I’ll flip the fuck out. So instead, I just focus on the girl I love.

  “I want to make love to you,” I tell her, my voice raw. “But it’s a big deal, Devon.”

  She frowns. “I want it. I want you. I’m too lonely without you. I don’t like when anything stands between us.”

  I clench my jaw. “It’s going to hurt, baby.”

  “Like the day you spanked me until I threw up?” she challenges. “I think I can handle it.”

  A growl rumbles from me and I pounce on her. My dick strains against my boxers as I dry hump her. She’s so wet she soaks my underwear. Our mouths meet and it’s easy to get caught up in our love.

  “Please,” she begs. “Reed, I want you inside of me.”

  Her words drive me right over the edge of sanity. I reach between us to shove my boxers down and pull out my aching dick. When I tease her slick opening, she whimpers. At this point, if she told me no, I’m not sure I could stop. I’m so far gone into the deep end.

  But because I love her, I give her one more chance.

  “Tell me to stop. It’s not too late. All of this can end now, baby.”

  “I don’t want it to ever end.”

  Her words snap the last thread of control I had. Not so gently, I push my thickness into her tight virgin pussy. She squeals in pain but it’s going to hurt no matter what. Doing it quick is the best thing for her. I buck my hips hard against her, destroying the last of her innocence. Her scream is otherworldly. I don’t think she realizes she’s clawing the shit out of my shoulders.

  “Baby…” I kiss her mouth but don’t move.

  She starts to cry. “T-That hurt.”

  I stroke her hair away from her sweaty face and kiss her soft lips. My dick is about to explode with the need to come but I don’t dare move. She’s upset and I don’t want this to feel like rape or some shit. I want her to enjoy it as much as I do.

  “You’re my pretty, brave, smart girl,” I coo, my lips worshipping hers. “I lose my head around you and I don’t even care anymore. I just love you in a way I can’t even begin to describe.”

  Her body relaxes beneath me. Our mouths mate. Nipping and sucking. Desperation in a kiss. After several minutes, she starts wiggling. I know when my girl wiggles it means she wants me. Slowly, I start sliding in and out of her. I kiss her hard while I find her clit with my free hand. She lets out a moan when I massage her sensitive place.

  “You’re perfect,” I praise. “So fucking perfect.”

  “Oh God,” she cries out, her body getting snatched by a fierce, sudden orgasm. Because she’s so tight, her body constricts around my dick in a way that nearly blinds me. I’m spilling inside of her before I can even stop myself. I thank God she just finished her period. Otherwise, I’d probably knock her up or some shit. I’ll have to get a handle on this for next time.

  Next time.

  I’m still fantasizing about that when my cock finally drains the last of my orgasm. I nuzzle my nose against hers. “That was better than I could have imagined.”

  “Really?”

  “Was it okay for you?” I ask, a half grin tugging at my lips.

  She nods. “It was mind-blowing.”

  I slide out of her body gently as not to hurt her sore insides and then tug her against me. I turn my head and blow out the candle, shrouding us in darkness.

  “I love you,” she breathes, her grip tightening around me.

  She sounds so fucking happy. All it took was to plunge into sin with her. I’m sure this will all feel different in the morning but for right now, I’m going to enjoy it.

  I love this girl.

  She’s mine in every sense of the word.

  And no matter what happens, I’ll never let her go.

  I wake up colder than fuck. Devon feels like ice burrowed against me. We’re still naked. I clench my jaw as reality sets in.

  I fucked my daughter.

  Jesus.

  Guilt infects me.

  Out here in the wilderness, my mind is slipping. I’m not millionaire Reed Jamison, global real estate mogul. I’m not husband and father.

  I’m just a man.

  Brutal and savage.

  An animal.

  I take what I want. Last night, I took her. My sweet, beautiful Devon. It’s as though someone shoves a straw into my chest and sucks my heart out. I’m hollowed and empty. Full of regret. Hate festers deep inside o
f me.

  But I don’t know how to turn off the animal side of me. Even as I nearly choke on self-loathing, I’m stroking her soft blonde hair. Pressing my lips to her head. I can’t be two people. I don’t know how.

  I want her with every ounce of my being.

  When I just think about her and me out here alone, it all makes perfect sense. A taboo fantasy come to life. When I allow my real world self to dwell on what I’ve done, I can’t help but consider how this would look to an outsider. Back in California, the police would be banging my door down. Not only did I sleep with an underage girl, but she’s my girl.

  They’d scream incest.

  It would be a media sensation.

  Real Estate Tycoon Corrupts His Young Teenage Daughter.

  Bile creeps up in my throat. If Sabrina were here to know what I’ve done, I’m sure she’d try and kill me. Her children were her everything—even if she did abandon one to perpetually mourn the other.

  “Good morning, Reed,” Devon says, her voice breathy and sleepy.

  And just like that, my animal rips off the head of the old man inside of me. The animal within moves his hand to cup her breast and nuzzles his nose against her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

  “Morning, beautiful.”

  She lets out a contented sigh. My head may be a fucked-up mess right now but she calms those thoughts. “It’s cold out today.”

  Our mouths meet and we kiss. Soft. Simple.

  “I’m going to make us a wood burning fireplace to heat our cabin,” I tell her. “There’s plenty of metal leftover. I think I can use the oven from the RV and use the muffler to ventilate the smoke out of the cabin. I’m not going to promise it’ll work but I want to try.”

  She grins up at me. “That would be wonderful. This cold is the worst.”

  “Devon…”

  Her brows crinkle together. “Yeah?”

  “What happened last night…” I swallow and tear my gaze from her adoring one. “You know this isn’t right.”

  She clutches my cheek and turns my head to look at her. “It felt pretty right to me.”

 

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