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And that has me thinking of rubbing one out.
Jesus! I need help.
When lunch time comes, I’m so hopped up that I almost decide to skip out for an hour, find a lonely spot and just take the few seconds it will probably take me to come like a fucking fire hose.
But I don’t move and as soon as the guys go sit in their vehicles, I see her come tripping out of the house with a huge platter and a bunch of food on it. Instantly she’s surrounded by sweaty big men and a growl rips from my chest when fucking Matt tries to hug her like she’s his long-lost sister. But with a lot more hands.
I fly out of my truck and make it over beside her in seconds. I didn’t even know I could move that fast anymore.
I push the guys back and grab at the table she’s holding. “You shouldn’t be carrying all this stuff out here. These guys have lunches already.”
I glare at all of them and they groan. “But it’s fried chicken. Home-made chicken. It looks so good.”
Matt says that and I see him looking at little Lily in her cut-off shorts and tight little tank top that barely covers her nipples. It looks like if she breathes deep, it could pop off.
Her big blue eyes turn to me and I hate the hurt I see there. I did that. I made her feel bad and it’s like I kicked a god-dammed puppy. I couldn’t feel worse if I did do it.
“I thought they might like something hot.” I groan internally and wonder if she tries to come up with stuff like that or she’s just so damn innocent that it comes naturally.
Either way, now I’m picturing her sweet, rounded thighs as something hot and my dick is rock hard again.
I lift the table up with relief and hold it in front of me as I fiddle with it, pretending to set it up. The guys grab the chicken like animals, digging into it and moaning with delight.
And she just stands there smiling and looking like a fucking wet dream with grown men eyeing her like she’s a tasty little treat.
I slam the table down and they all jump, turning to me. “Get that chicken over here and then you guys stop surrounding her.”
They jump back and eye me with big grins on their faces. I know they’re gonna give me shit later. I sound like a grumpy old dad trying to protect his little girl. But the feelings that are raging in my lower body arenotdaddy-like. I groan internally again as I picture her on her knees calling me daddy.
Fuck!
I can’t feel my fucking legs, my dick is so damn hard.
My damn dick has been dead and gone for the last fifteen years since my wife took off. Why the hell did it pick now with this tiny slip of a wild girl to wake the fuck up!
“Eat and then go take a breather. And leave her alone.” I point at Lily and she grins. But she doesn’t leave. Instead she moves closer to me.
“I told you my name.”
I know that. But I selfishly don’t want any of these assholes knowing it.
I just grunt and she hands me a plate with warm friend chicken and jojos on it. My mouth waters. I swear it feels like a lifetime since I had actual home-cooked food.
I take a bite and the crispy coating crunches, the juicy chicken underneath it melting in my mouth. I groan and then whip my eyes to hers. She’s smiling and her eyes are full of some kind of feminine pride.
“I suppose your cook made this?” I take another giant bite and then sit in the grass, tucking into the plate like a starving dog.
Her face pales and her smile fades away. “No. Actually I like to cook. You don’t like it?”
Fuck. I like it all. Like how sweet and pretty she is. How dainty and feminine. When she’s standing next to me, I feel like a fucking caveman. Like I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof. Like I’d fucking rip this world apart and remade it however she wants me to. Just to make her give me that wide-ass, bright smile that glows with youth and energy.
So fucking young!Why the hell does she have to be so young?
I focus on the chicken and potatoes. “It’s good,” I grumble, forcing it out between my lips because I can’t stand to hurt her. Even as I want to get the hell away from her. Because she’s gonna hurt me.
She’s not gonna try to. Hell no. She’s just too damn sweet, like a perfectly-ripe, juicy piece of fruit ready to be plucked. And I want to pluck her like nobody’s business.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her pale cheeks flushed so red that I can’t see those little freckles anymore.
