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Kayley smiles across at me.
“You killed it,” she says. “For your first flight, you were surprisingly not a complete mess.”
I laugh, slowly releasing the arms of the chair as we come to a complete stop.
“Thanks, Kay.”
We get our carry-on bags and then head for the exit.
The icy cold of Maine in winter blasts us the second we step foot on the metal stairway, my cheeks stinging with the February gust.
“Oh, how nice of him,” Kayley says, as we descend the stairs.
I’m so focused on gripping the handrail – I’m still a bit wobbly from the flight – that I’m not sure what she’s talking about.
“Huh?”
“Dad came to pick us up.”
I almost miss a step when she tells me this, my heart starting to race in my chest.
Okay, this is it, my moment to be invisible, to keep all my secret desires locked tight inside of me.
We walk across the strip toward a jet-black sedan.
Liam Larson approaches as he sees us coming, dressed in a suit the same shade of his hair. The closer he gets, the more stunned I am.
He’s so much more handsome in real life than he is in photographs. His green eyes are sharper. He’s so much bigger as if all seven feet of his muscular form couldn’t be contained in photography.
He looms over us, a subtle smirk playing on his lips when his eyes flit over me.
Or am I imagining it? Wishing for it?
“Hey, Dad,” Kayley says, moving forward for a hug.
He embraces her. “Hey, sweetheart,” he says. “Good flight?”
“Not too bad,” she replies. “Dad, this is Lola. Lola—Dad.”
“A pleasure,” he says, with a growling sort of rumble beneath his voice.
He reaches out his hand, uncovered despite the cold. I’m wearing gloves, slipped on as we landed, but even through the material, I can feel the savage strength of him. He shakes my hand and then gestures toward the car.
“Go and get yourself warm,” he says. “I’ll see to your bags.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Kayley says, looping her arm through mine and leading me toward the car.
Chapter Two
Liam
I work my hands on the steering wheel as I drive from the airstrip through the pine-tree forest, the only illumination coming from my high beams and the winter night sky.
I can’t stop myself from glancing in the rearview, my body going tight and hungry every time I lay eyes on her.
Lola’s wearing a woven sweater, leaf-green here and earth-brown there, the weave of the knitted work making it easy for me to imagine tearing it off and revealing the curvaceous landscape of her body.
She wears her brown hair in waves down to her shoulders, sweeping across her forehead as though she wants to shield parts of herself.
I don’t know why she’d ever dream of hiding those dark blue eyes. They’re so captivating, the sort of eyes that’d look perfect as they grow wide with shock, my manhood sliding between those full lips.
Her body is curvy, her large breasts drawing my eye over and over, imprisoned within that sweater. Her thighs are thick and juicy-looking in her jeans, and in the quiet of the car – I think both of them are tired – I can’t stop myself from morphing her breathing noises into quaking sounds of pleasure.
I squeeze the steering wheel harder, flitting my eyes from the rearview back to the road.
The last thing I need is to cause an accident because I couldn’t stop staring at my daughter’s best friend.
I’ve heard about Lola, of course, but I never took much of an interest in the particulars. As long as Kayley had a close friend at college, I thought, then that was all that mattered.
But now my manhood is rock solid and a crazy urge keeps rising up within me.
I don’t understand it.
But I trust it, the same way I’ve always trust my instincts.
The urge tells me to pull over and claim Lola right now, tear a hole in her jeans like the animal I am, and pound into her over and over until she’s quaking and gasping and screaming for more. And then keep fucking her until she’s so tired all she can do is gasp and moan as I make her my person rag doll.
Then, when she’s all shivery and twitchy from so much pleasure, I’ll explode inside of her.
My seed will surge hotly inside of her and kiss her womb.
I’ll make her pregnant with my seed, the way she deserves.
I knew I wanted to fuck a new life into her the moment I saw her on the airstrip.
My heart beats like a series of lightning strikes, my palms aching from where I’m squeezing the steering wheel so hard.
As if that’s going to make any difference.
“How much longer, Dad?” Kayley says, pulling me back down to reality.
Lola is her best friend, for fuck’s sake.
I can’t act on these desires, no matter how iron-clad certain I am that I need to, that something starved and primal will explode inside of me if I don’t.
