Prologue
Eric
Two weeks earlier…
I always get what I want.
In business. In life. In the sack.
Always.
Most people don’t get what they want because they ask for it, work toward it—they don’t take it.
My entire life, that’s exactly what I’ve done.
Take. Take. Take.
And it’s worked beautifully. I’m the CEO of Four Fathers Freight, have four handsome sons who will make me proud one day, and more money than a man could dream of. Best of all, I have pussy on tap. If I want to get laid, all I have to do is smirk at the hottest woman in the room and within ten minutes, she’ll be riding my cock like it’s her birthright.
Taking has worked like a charm.
But there is one thing that I desperately want but haven’t taken yet. She comes in a tiny, sexy little brunette package and belongs to a glowering asshole who lives next door—the daughter of a man I’d love nothing more than to take out.
She’s also my seventeen-year old son’s girlfriend.
So, while taking has always been my thing, for once in my selfish life, I don’t take what I want. I sit back and watch her make out with my son, play grab ass with his brothers in our pool, and tease me every second of every goddamn day.
I don’t take. I simply stare at what I’m not supposed to have.
But a man can only take so much before he loses control…
Especially a selfish bastard like myself.
Chapter One
Eric
Present
“Dude,” Trevor Blackstone, my best friend since college mutters, “you’re going to get your ass sent to prison or some shit.”
I sip from my cold beer without sparing him a glance. My attention is on her. Always on her. Rowan Wheeler. Fuckin’ jailbait…until tomorrow. My cock stirs, but I ignore it. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten a boner in front of one of my best friends, or something I’d even give two shits about. But in front of all four of my sons and our sweet little neighbor? Isn’t fucking happening.
“I’m just looking,” I reply coolly.
He snorts. “You look like a damn tiger zeroing in on his prey. What are you going to do? Maul her?”
The idea isn’t bad.
Images of her sprawled out beneath me wearing my teeth marks does nothing to help the state of my semi-erect cock. “I can look.”
“But you can’t touch, Pearson,” he reminds me, his voice turning slightly stern. Any other asshole I’d tell to fuck off, but Trevor is like the brother I never had. Hell, the kids even call him uncle.
“Right,” I utter.
He grumbles, because we both know I’m going to touch. I’m going to touch so much, she’ll never want the touch of anyone else again.
“Babe, grab me a Coke,” my son Brock hollers.
My cold heart does a slight quiver in my chest. This is the biggest complication. Not the fact that she’s seventeen for a few more hours. Not the fact that her father is a psycho asshole. Not the fact that she’s probably a virgin I’d have to teach everything to. The biggest complication is him. My son. Brock Pearson.
He grins at her, boyish and goofy. Sure, he resembles me, probably the most of my four boys, but he’s still a child. Only seventeen himself. The kid has his entire life ahead of him. Settling for the sexy-ass neighbor at such a young age is beneath him. Hell, when I went to college, I fucked more women than I care to remember. Being exclusive with Rowan will limit him. He won’t get to experience things like his older brother Hayden has. Hayden, so much like myself, nearly got expelled for sleeping with one of his professors. If it weren’t for my hefty donation to get him out of that heap of shit, he’d be living in my house feeling sorry for himself.
“Damn,” Trevor mutters. He may be trying to protect Brock from getting hurt when his father no doubt bangs his girlfriend, but even he’s not immune to Rowan’s incredible beauty.
She reminds me of her.
A spike of irritation surges through me. Julia left us. Several years ago, at one of our annual backyard barbeques, after a humiliating meltdown where she accused me of being a cheating asshole in front of all our friends and family, she bolted. Packed a bag and never returned, leaving our four young sons to their ill-equipped father to finish raising. I haven’t heard a word from the cunt since.
Julia was my one true love. I believed in all that bullshit at the time. Fell head over heels for her, married her as soon as I could, and knocked her up four times in a row. Life was bliss—until she called me out for having an affair.
“She looks like Julia,” I mutter aloud.
Trevor grunts in agreement. “Another reason why you should stay the hell away.”
Ignoring him, I watch as Rowan climbs out of the pool. Her dark brown hair is wet and hangs halfway down her back. With each step, her young ass bounces in the tiniest scrap of her bright orange bikini. She may be Brock’s girlfriend, but every one of my boys is smitten with her. Hayden plays it cool, but I don’t miss the way his eyes follow her everywhere. My fifteen and sixteen-year old sons, Camden and Nixon, get fucking boners they don’t hide very well any time she’s near.
She has that effect on people.
A sexy siren teasing every man with a working dick in the vicinity.
Hayden pretends like he’s going to throw her back in the pool, but I know it’s just an excuse to grab her. His arms wrap around her waist and she squeals. Brock, the blind idiot, doesn’t even realize his older brother is rubbing his dick against her ass. But based on her blazing red cheeks, she now knows exactly how he feels about her.
“Asshole,” she grumbles as she pushes him away. Her tits jiggle as she makes her way over to Trevor and me. The ice chest sits between our lounge chairs. I should tell her that her bikini top is askew and her pink nipple is showing, but I don’t.
And Trevor, the dirty bastard, doesn’t mention it either.
“Thirsty?” I question, my brow arched from behind my sunglasses.
Her cheeks turn red again. “Brock is.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” I say with a wolfish grin.
Understanding dawns in her brown eyes and her juicy plump pink lips part. “I…uh…”
My gaze is on her gorgeous tits as I reach into the ice chest and grab a can of Coke. When I hand it to her, our fingers touch, and she shivers.
“Thank you,” she breathes. I skim my gaze over the long, silvery scar across her forehead. She's had it for as long as I've known her. Instead of marring her perfect features, it only accentuates how real she is. How gorgeous she is despite the scar that is her only flaw.
“My pleasure, angel.”
Her smile is breathtaking and sweet. Someone like her would be so fun to mold into perfection in the bedroom. Whisper some flattering words in her ear. Teach her how to behave. Reward her when she does.
She turns and sways her curvy hips as she makes her way back into the pool with my son. Trevor groans and digs around in the ice chest for another beer.
“She’s hot,” he mutters, “I’ll give you that. She just seems more Levi’s type.”