“Fuck.” I mash the screen against my mouth, growling in pain as my cock swells to life in my jeans. “FUCK!”
I should delete it. I should delete it now.
I absolutely should not lay the device down on my pillow and fuck my own hand while imagining it’s her innocent pussy locked around my dick.
Knowing it’s only a matter of time before I give in and jack myself into oblivion, I nonetheless make an attempt to be civilized, throwing my phone with a clatter across the kitchen table. Immediately, I miss Cassie’s image. Miss her, period. “You’re old enough to be her father, you sick prick,” I growl, starting to pace.
Fine, that’s a stretch.
I’m thirty-six, so I’d be a pretty young father, but that is exactly double her age and there is no excuse for the lust she stirs in me. None. Especially considering how long I’ve known the girl. She did quite a lot of growing up before I started noticing she’d changed into a woman, but when I noticed, I noticed hard—and there’s no escaping this obsession now.
She occupies my mind every minute of the day.
Every morning, I start fresh, swearing I’m going to stay away from her, but I break the vow within an hour. I’ll be taking stock of cattle and suddenly, there’s Cassie, running toward me in slow motion with her braless tits spilling out of her flimsy tank top, her eyes shining with youth and excitement.
Can I ride, Miles?
I might be well aware she’s referring to riding a horse, but every morning, it takes every ounce of my control not to drag her into the barn and teach her how to ride a man, instead. This man. Her man.
You are not her man. You can’t be.
Cassie’s father is my oldest friend. The employer who trusts me.
I cannot fuck his eighteen-year-old daughter.
It would be the ultimate betrayal of trust and I value my honor.
I treasure the trust I’ve been given by him, to run his farm, protect his beautiful daughter and keep his mind at ease.
Still.
My eyes tick to the cell phone across the room where Cassie’s picture still lights up the screen. I’m kidding myself if I think I’ll ever make it through tonight without blowing my usual load, pretending it’s the one that’ll get Cassie pregnant with my child. I have to do it. My throbbing cock gives me no choice.
On my way to grab the phone and bring it to bed, there’s a knock at the door and I stiffen. “Who’s there?”
A long pause ticks by. “It’s me. Cassie.”
My loins grow heavy, tight. What the hell is she doing here? I’ve never allowed her inside my bunkhouse—for good reason—and she’s never tried to come in, especially after dark. Especially after I’ve had a couple of beers that could impair my judgment. “You shouldn’t be here, Cassie. Get on home.”
“I-I’m eighteen now, Miles,” she stammers, hurting my heart. “I can be wherever I choose.”
Unable to help myself, I move toward the door, laying my forehead on the coarse wood. “Yes, but it isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not?”
Because I want too badly to see what my cock looks like sinking into your pretty mouth. And I’m just buzzed enough to find out. The fact that I haven’t been with a woman since I started working on this farm isn’t helping matters. I’m horny, hard up, aching. My body wants relief, but it only wants it from Cassie.
“Why isn’t it a good idea?” she prompts again, through the door.
“You think your daddy would want you in here with me, girl? Alone and after dark? It’s not appropriate.”
“Nobody has to know,” she murmurs. “Don’t you want to see what the necklace looks like on me?”
Yes, angel. Fuck yes I do.
I know I shouldn’t have given her something so personal, so symbolic, but I burn to see Cassie in something I paid for. Something I chose. It’s a fantasy of mine to have total control of Cassie’s clothes. To make her plans and reward her for executing them like a good girl. When I saw the choker, I almost went insane with the need to wrap it around her neck. Tie it tight. Let everyone know she’s mine.
She’s not. She can’t be.
“Go home, Cassie—”
“Miles…” Her voice trembles and I’m instantly on alert. “I-I think there’s a coyote out here—”
The door is unlocked and opened instantly. Heart hammering, I pull her into my arms and turn her protectively, scanning the dark for a predator that would dare to put her in danger. Of course, there is none.
I kick the door shut and turn to face my too-young, too-beautiful obsession.
She giggles.
“Brat.”
Cassie gasps, but she’s still smiling. “You can’t call me names on my birthday.”
“Oh, now she wants to follow rules?”
Sexual frustration gives my voice a harder edge than intended and her face falls a little, making me want to kick myself. “Don’t be mad at me, Miles. Please?”
“I don’t know how to be mad at you.”
“I know,” she says softly.
When there was a possibility she might be in danger, I was distracted. But that distraction fades fast in her presence, and for the first time, I see what she’s wearing. An oversized coat, no shoes…and the choker I gave her.
My cock was already stiff when she arrived but it stretches the denim of my jeans now and I turn away quickly and pour myself a glass of whiskey, hoping she didn’t notice the state I’m in. The same state I’m in frequently throughout the day, causing me to jerk off in dark corners of the barn, behind the bunk house, out in the field. This girl has me fucking my hand five times a day and I need that relief now.
“You need to go, Cassie. Now.”
“I love the necklace. There’s something about it…” I can feel the heat of her breath in the middle of my back and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning. “Wearing it makes me feel like we have a secret.”
“We don’t,” I growl, slamming down my drink. “Don’t read anything into it.”
“What about the way you watch me? Or when boys come knocking on the door and you put the fear of God in them? Should I read anything into that?”
“No,” I rasp. “Of course I’m protective. I think of you as a…”
Moments slip by. “You can’t say it. Because you don’t think of me as a daughter. You never have.” Her palm skims up the center of my back. “Do you, Miles?”
If she keeps touching me, I have no idea what I’ll do. I’ve hugged her before and that almost killed me. Tonight is different. Tonight her touch has intent. She wants something—and I’m still in disbelief that something is me. Has she felt like this long? Or is she just confused by her eighteen-year-old hormones. “What did you come here for?”
She’s silent so long, I have no choice but to turn slightly and her expression makes my heart lurch. She’s nervous, trying to gather her courage. I should tell the girl she’s on a fool’s mission and send her home, but I can only hold my breath and watch like a perverted old man as she opens the jacket and lets it fall to the ground, leaving her totally, breathtakingly naked.
“Cassie,” I choke out, semen rifling from the head of my erection. Ah, sweet motherfucker. I fist the spasming flesh through my jeans, squeezing until the pain halts my flow of pleasure. It fires right back through, as soon as I let go, my mouth turning as dry as dust. How? How can she be so perfect? How can she be better than my fantasies?