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“Dad, I was kidding.” She narrows her eyes. “Are you okay?”
It was a joke. And I would’ve caught that if I wasn’t too busy thinking about how evil it is, my desire, the ones that are getting louder and fiercer each moment.
“Yeah.” I try for a grin. “I guess I’m just tired.”
She looks at me for a few moments.
I find myself shifting around as though my daughter has suddenly become an interrogator. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced with Elizabeth, one I never expected to feel.
It’s as though I’m hiding a relationship from her already…one that doesn’t exist or might never exist.
But then she looks at Shelby, smiling gently, and the taut moment passes.
I move my hand through his fur, focusing on that instead of the pull of Danni.
“So what are you going to have Danni do first?” Elizabeth says in a joking tone. “If you give her all the worst jobs, I will have to hurt you, Dad.”
I laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as conflicted as it feels. The true answer to the question, if I said what I wanted, would be….
I’m going to take her to my office and pull her into my arms. I’m going to kiss her softly at first – or I’ll try to be gentle – and then our passion will take over.
She’ll moan and shiver against me, rubbing her body against mine as though telling me she’s ready for everything.
For wild lust, for the children who will come after…for the life we’ll build around them.
But it’s not like I can tell Elizabeth I’m going to give you a little brother or sister… with your best friend.
“There are lots of things to do,” I say after a pause.
“I don’t mind the job,” Danni says. “I know you were joking, Lizzy. But really, anything’s fine by me. Just having the chance to work with vulnerable dogs is a dream come true.”
Shelby stands, tail pricked, looking toward the front door. A low growl starts at the back of his throat, his lips trembling as though he’s getting ready to let out a vicious bark.
“Relax, boy,” I whisper, stroking my hand up and down his body. “It’s okay. Probably the postman.”
Perhaps I was right because the growling stopped a second later.
I can feel Danni looking at me. I risk a glance, catch her smile, the emotion in her eyes. It’s the love of dogs spilling out of her.
I remind myself, and it has nothing to do with me, us.
There is no us.
“When do you want to start?” I ask.
“Anytime,” Danni says. “I could start today.”
“That would be perfect,” Lizzy mutters. “I’ve got college all day. It would be better than Danni hanging around the house alone, Dad.”
Part of me tries to impose some common sense on this situation.
What would a good man, a good father, do?
He’d understand that his attraction to Danni is too strong and overwhelming to be truthful and that he needs to keep as far away from her as possible. He’d know the temptation will be too much, the sight of her kissable lips, the burning flush in her cheeks, her body made for massaging, claiming, owning.
Instead, I say, “Today sounds good. And on that note, I need to get ready. Then it’s feeding time for this one.” Shelby looks up at me, recognizing the phrase feeding time. “And then work.”
“I better get ready too, then,” Danni says, standing.
My gaze follows her, a prisoner to the way she shifts her wide hips, the casual toss of her luxurious brown hair. My hands twitch, telling me to claim those hips, to squeeze her possessively, let her know she’s mine…and she’ll only ever be mine.
“And me,” Lizzy says, following Danni.
I sit here with Shelby, waiting for them to leave.
I tell myself it has nothing to do with the fact I want to avoid being behind Danni on the stairs, giving me a mouthwatering view of her ass and her naked thighs, the thick beauty of them, the voluptuous perfection.
After settling Shelby in his bed, I go upstairs, stripping off the clothes from yesterday and climbing into the shower.
My manhood is trying to get hard as my mind strays over and over to Danni.
I turn the shower water to cold, closing my eyes and breathing slowly as the icy water blasts over my head, sluices over my chest and stomach, and sprays my manhood.
And still, I’m getting hard.
I can’t stop thinking about her in those shorts, can’t stop imagining rubbing my hands up and down her thighs and then slipping my palm between her legs, feeling her wetness through her shorts.
Stop, I yell at myself as I walk naked from the shower.
But I can’t.
My hand’s on my heaving manhood, stroking furiously, my eyes closed hard as I hold the image of Danni in my mind. I’m sure I can feel her tight pussy wrapping around my cock as I envision her on her back, staring up at me, big juicy tits pushed together in her hands.
