Levi Kingston is an investor at Four Fathers Freight and part owner along with myself, Trevor, and our friend Mateo Bonilla. Trevor is the CFO and really good at what he does. Where Trevor and I have a friendship based on knowing each other for half our lives, Levi and I have a different sort of friendship.
We have similar dark, sexual preferences.
In fact, we frequent sex clubs and strip joints. He was the one to introduce me to hiring high-dollar prostitutes on our birthdays because, and I quote, “Good men deserve to be spoiled by bad women every now and again.” He also sparked my interest in the whole daddy kink shit he’s got a hard-on for.
And Rowan?
I would love to daddy the fuck out of her.
Bend her over my knee and spank her pretty little ass.
My cock aches at the thought.
“He’ll never touch her,” I bite out, a little harshly.
Trevor laughs. “I’m just saying, he’s into the young ones. You’re usually into the expensive, high-maintenance chicks. The young and innocent ones are more his style.”
“Maybe I’m bored and want something different,” I challenge.
A sigh resounds from him. “You’re going to fuck everything up, man.”
“I haven’t touched her yet.”
“Yet,” he utters. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”
Ignoring him, I rise from my lounger, peel off my T-shirt, and lose my sunglasses. I work hard on my physique. I may be forty-five, but I have the body of a much younger man. Countless hours in the gym each day ensure that. As I saunter over to the edge of the pool, I see both my younger boys smiling at me. A niggle of guilt sluices through me. I’m a shitty father. Sure, I provide, and provide well. All my boys drive expensive sports cars, wear the nicest clothes, and will go to the best colleges. They hurt for nothing.
Well, aside from my attention.
I’m not like most fathers.
I have a business to run—an empire to grow—so I may hand it over to them one day. I don’t have time to play catch or watch movies or whatever the fuck most fathers do.
I give them money and that should be enough.
Nixon tosses a football at me, but instead of catching it, I let it soar past me. Trevor grabs it and tosses it back. Uncle Trevor, as they like to call him, fills that daddy role much better than I do. I let out a sigh of relief that he’s wiped that puppy dog look off my son’s face.
I make my way over to the diving board, catching Rowan’s gaze along the way. I don’t miss the way she rakes her curious eyes over my ripped chest. Smirking, I hop onto the diving board and walk to the edge. She’s now standing in the middle of the pool. Alone. Like a heat-seeking missile, I dive into the cold water and swim beneath the surface to where I can see her. I move toward her, and the moment she’s within reach, I grab her by the backs of the knees and pull her under. Her squeal makes my dick lurch in my trunks. She thrashes beneath the surface as she tries to escape me. I hear my sons hooting and hollering. We don’t wrestle around much, but I figure this is what normal dads do. I can be normal for five minutes if it gives me an excuse to touch Rowan.
Someone strong tries to drag me away by my foot. I come up for air and see it’s Camden. He’s grinning like today’s the best day of his life. I splash him, wriggle away, then seek her out again. Under the water, I see her retreating form swimming toward Brock. Once again, I grab her and pull her under. This time, our eyes meet under the water, and hers are wide with shock. She squirms from my grip, so I slide my hand up to get a better handle on her. My fingers slide under her suit and brush against the lips of her pussy. Her thrashing stops. I pretend as though I don’t know where I have my hand and push my longest finger against her cunt. I’m met with tight resistance, but my finger breaches her opening to my first knuckle.
Bubbles shoot from her mouth as she gets pulled away from my grasp. I resurface to see Brock kissing her neck.
“I saved you,” he says, his voice playful.
Camden tries to tackle me from behind, and I easily toss him into the deep end. Nixon and Trevor are having a heated football tossing match while Hayden watches me with a death glare from the other side of the pool. I wink at my oldest son.
When I return my stare to Rowan, she’s blinking innocently, as if I didn’t just have my finger inside her. Her throat is bright red, and she seems distracted as Brock kisses the side of her neck.
I swim a few laps and eventually grow bored.
One day, I’m going to have that girl.
Soon. Really fucking soon.
Chapter Two
Rowan
I stare out my window and right into Brock’s. His curtains are open, but he’s not home yet. I’m eager to hang out with him before Daddy gets home tonight. Things are getting more serious lately.
Well…they were.
Shame ripples through me as I remember how turned on I was yesterday watching Brock’s father lying on the pool lounger, drinking his beer. He’s like the older, sexier, more muscled version of my boyfriend. I’d been drooling over him all afternoon. And when he swam straight for me, I’d been thrilled. His eyes are always on me, but he never acts on the heat burning in his steel-blue gaze. Not that he’d want someone like me. Little Rowan Wheeler, the virgin neighbor who’s still a daddy’s girl.
I’ve seen the women Eric brings home. Tall, leggy, gorgeous, fake. He loves them dripping in shiny jewelry and wearing very little clothes. In comparison, I’m nothing. It’s strange to me that he seems to always be staring my way. Could someone like him want to be with someone like me?
The thought brings guilt. My boyfriend is Brock. We haven’t had sex yet, but I know it’s coming. We’re working up to it. Today, I plan on giving him his first blow job. Well, I hope it’s his first. He told me it was. It’s certainly my first blow job. It may be my birthday, but I want to give this to him.
It will erase some of the guilt.
Remind me I’m with Brock and not Eric.
Still, I can’t help but think about the shock of having his finger inside me. I think it was an accident, but his gaze was positively wolfish. Promising. Like he wanted to do more when people weren’t around. Thankfully, he never got the chance. Brock walked me home, and I didn’t see any more of Eric Pearson.
I abandon the window on a hunt for something sexy to wear. If I’m going to give my first blow job, I want to look hot doing it. I peel off my T-shirt and rummage around in my closet for something that will hug my curves. I settle for a white halter-top dress. Once I yank it from the hanger, I walk out of the closet and toss it on the bed. I pull off my bra since it doesn’t go with the dress and stand in the middle of my room in nothing but my lacy pink panties.
My core throbs, and I wonder if Brock will go down on me again. Last weekend, when his dad was away on a trip with his friend and my dad was on business, I stayed over. Brock and I slept naked together. We didn’t have sex, but we got close. He licked at my clit until I almost came. I was on the edge and hadn’t quite leapt off when Hayden busted us.
More shame burns through me.
Last summer, before Hayden went off to college, we all got really drunk on Eric’s liquor. Hayden pulled me onto his lap once his brothers passed out and kissed me dizzy. We made out for hours. I was silly enough to think he’d ask me out or something, but the next day, he acted like nothing happened. Not long after that, he went to college and I started dating Brock.