“He’s got money, obviously. The dude lives next door to your preppy ass. And he’s got a grown daughter. So why the hell is he over at the middle school all the time?” Trevor asks, his brows furrowed.
I shrug. “Does it look like I’m Jax’s keeper?”
“Nope,” Levi says with a grin. “But maybe you should learn his schedule if you’re going to fuck his little girl.”
Mateo sits up and frowns. “What?”
“I’m done with you assholes,” I snap and rise. “If Trevor says this shit is good, then go ahead with it. You dicks can finish this meeting on your own. Some of us would like to get laid this century.”
Stalking out of the boardroom, I make a pass to my office to make sure I lock up. I pass by Levi’s office and movement makes me pause. When I peek in the window, I see our office assistant, Kristyn Marshall, sitting at his desk. Curiosity has me pushing open his door and sticking my head inside.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
Her cheeks blaze crimson and she shakes her head. “No, sir.” I rake my gaze over her tits spilling out of the top of her shirt. Woman’s got nice tits, for sure.
“Is there a reason you’re sitting in Levi’s chair like you own the damn place?” I demand, straight to the point. I smirk, knowing exactly why she’s in here.
She swallows and lifts her chin. “He’s asked me to stay here until he returns.”
I arch a brow at her. “And if you don’t?”
Her brows crash together. “He won’t be pleased.”
In another life—hell, a few months ago—I’d be into playing some games with Levi and Kristyn. And as much as watching Levi fucking Kristyn gets my dick hard, the idea of sweet Rowan pinned beneath me naked and squirming nearly maddens me with lust.
“You best be a good girl and obey him,” I warn, my voice cold and authoritative.
She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. “Yes, sir.”
I chuckle as I leave her be. Levi lucked out finding that juicy, compliant little thing. So eager to please.
And while sir has a nice ring to it…I much prefer Daddy.
When I walk into the house through the garage, it’s quiet. Brock and Hayden are gone. The younger boys should be at football. That means I have the house to myself for a while. I shed my jacket and throw it over a chair before bounding up the stairs. Since Brock’s room has a direct view into Rowan’s, I head straight there. As I’d hoped, I find her curtains wide open. The moment she sees me, she smiles and runs over to the window. Both windows are closed, so I can’t hear what she’s saying. Her mouth moves, and I think she says, “I missed you.”
I point at her, then point to the ground in front of me.
She quickly looks over her shoulder, then back at me, a frown marring her pretty face. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’s trying to tell me her dad’s home.
Gritting my teeth, I point in front of me again. “Now.”
Her eyes widen at my word she could no doubt read. After a moment of hesitation, she holds up a palm and nods.
I stalk away without another glance. Trotting down the stairs, I ignore all the pictures on the wall—pictures Julia hung once upon a time. They’re of the boys when they were smaller. I haven’t updated them. I’m not sure I’d even know how to open the back and put the pictures in. So, they stay, frozen in time. The cunt left us and it’s her loss. Those kids needed her, and she left. I may be a shitty parent, but at least I’m here. I teach them how to be real men and not think with their hearts.
Hearts are fucking ridiculous.
Real men think with their cocks.
The bigger the cock, the smarter they are.
I’m just stepping into the foyer when the front door opens. Rowan peeks her head in. She’s done her makeup dramatically. It makes me want to scrub it all away. I like it when she looks pure and fresh-faced.
“Next time, no makeup,” I say, my voice cool. “You’re beautiful, but you don’t need that shit on your face. Save it for when you’re an old lady.”
She stalls in the entryway, red splotches blooming on her neck from embarrassment. Jesus, she’s so easy to read.
“Come, angel.”
At the nickname, her shoulders relax and she starts my way. She’s gorgeous tonight in a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. I love that her legs seem to glimmer under the chandelier. Soon, I’ll have them wrapped around me.
“Kneel,” I say in a soft voice.
She bites on her lip, hesitating only briefly, before she falls to her knees. I reach forward and stroke her hair. “I love how well you listen. It makes me want to reward you.”
“I wore your necklace,” she says with a shy smile. “I didn’t take it off, even when I bathed.”
I smile at her. “Then you do deserve a reward, angel.” I hold my hands out to her. She takes them and allows me to pull her to her feet. I tug her to me and wrap my arms around her slight frame. Her entire body seems to melt against mine.
“You smell good, Eric.”
“You smell better.”
She giggles, and my cock hardens. Fuck, this is the best thing I’ve done in quite some time. Life can get boring when you get whatever the hell you want. She’s something I’ve wanted for so long—since she was fifteen and I saw her doing cartwheels in my front yard. I promised myself right then I’d wait until she was ready for me and make her mine on her eighteenth birthday.
“Take off your clothes and leave them on the floor. They need to know Daddy is busy,” I tell her and kiss the top of her head.
She looks up at me from beneath her dark, heavily painted lashes. “They hate me now.”
“Does it matter what my sons think, or does it matter what I think?”
“You,” she breathes.
“Correct. Now, take your clothes off. I hate asking twice.”
She quickly peels off her tank and tosses it to the floor. Her black bra pushes her full tits together and up. As much as I love the look, I want to see her pink nipples. All it takes is a nod of encouragement and she frees her tits from the bra. My gaze is piercing as I watch her undo her jean shorts. They fall to the floor at her ankles, then her panties get pushed down too.
“Beautiful,” I praise. “How’s my pussy?”
She giggles, and my cock jumps in my slacks. “She’s good. You kind of hurt her yesterday, but I soaked in the tub last night. Everything feels better now.”
“Did you play with yourself?”
Her smile falls, and she shakes her head. “No. Was I supposed to?”
Such a sweet, innocent thing.
“No. Definitely not. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. That’s my job. Understood?”
“Of course.”
I hold my hand out to her. “Come with me.”
She grips my hand tightly. I love this kid’s enthusiasm. Since she’s been in my house a thousand times, she walks behind me, knowing exactly where we’re going. My room. We enter my space that’s long been redecorated to erase Julia from my presence. Dark greys and black furniture. It’s my domain and one of the few places I can relax.
The only two women I’ve had in this room are Julia and now Rowan. I’ve fucked women in my pool and the guest rooms, and even my office. But none ever got to come to my room.