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It’s time to remember I’m a grown man with responsibilities.
I can't remember a single one of those responsibilities when Rose unzips one of her tote bags and begins pulling clothes from it. Did she have to start with her underwear? Suddenly, the room contains no air. I need to fling the window open to get a breath.
She notices. “Are you okay, Nolan? You look like you don't feel good.”
“I’m fine,” I choke out. “A little winded is all.”
“It's so weird that you call him Nolan.” Liz laughs. “It sounds funny.”
“He told me I could.”
“That's right.” I busy myself hanging brackets above the windows so she can have blinds for added privacy. The idea of anyone being able to look in on her is enough to make my blood boil. I’m not letting that happen.
But you can look at her all you want, right?
That's different. I can control myself. I don't know that some random asshole walking down the street would be able to say the same.
“Can I call you Nolan?” my daughter asks, snickering.
“You already know the answer to that one.” I look over my shoulder in time to see Rose sorting through a stack of lacy, nearly sheer panties. Help me, God. I am completely fucked.
Especially once she lifts her gaze and catches me watching at the last moment.Shit.I snap my attention back to my work while my body trembles with the effort of keeping my hands to myself.
“Can you teach me how to drill, Nolan?”
She has no idea what she's saying. Stop being a fucking pervert.“Sure, it's not difficult,” I croak. “But I just finished up. Maybe next time.” Good thing, because I don't know if I could stand being much closer than we are now.
“I'm starved.” Liz closes the dresser drawer with a bang. “Let's go downstairs and get dinner started.”
“Yeah, let's make something nice.” Rose glances my way, wearing a shy smile. “All you have to do is rest. Maybe take a shower to help the soreness in your muscles.”
“It's nice of you to care.” That isn't what I need to ease most. Not when my dick is so damn determined to get me in trouble.
I can't stop myself from staring at her ass as she and Liz leave the room, debating on what they want to fix tonight. Like a juicy peach begging me to sink my teeth in.
She’s right. I do need a shower, though not the kind that’ll ease the soreness in my shoulders and back. I need the water icy enough to shock my system and get me thinking like a sane man again.
I don’t know what made me offer to have her here. Concern was a part of it—she’s been a sister to Liz and has spent countless nights and weekends here. The idea of her living alone in her dead grandfather’s house didn’t compute.
But that’s not even close to the whole story. It’s what I tell myself to make this seem like the decent thing to do. I know damn well the thoughts in my head are anything but decent.
I was looking for the opportunity to have her close. Under my roof, at my dinner table, down the hall. I jumped at the chance when it was in front of me, and now I have to live with the constant temptation.
A shower isn’t a bad idea, though. Once my tools are packed away, I turn to leave the room when a flash of light-pink lace catches my eye.
I give in to the impulse before there’s time to stop myself, bending to snatch up what turns out to be a tiny pair of panties. Not a thong, but I doubt they’d cover even half of her tempting ass. Heat explodes low in my gut and there’s no keeping my dick from going hard in an instant.
What if she dropped them here for me?
I’m sure that’s not it, but the idea runs through my head as I lift the crotch to my nose and inhale deeply, closing my eyes while the scent of fresh, young pussy fills my senses. What I wouldn’t give to taste her.
Like your relationship with your kid.
My eyes open, and the vision of pretty pussy lips spreading for me vanishes.
So much for that.
It’s not enough to stop me from shoving the panties in my pocket, though. If I can’t have her cunt wrapped around my cock while I come, they’ll have to.
