HEATH
I palm my cock, willing it to go down, but that’s a lost cause. This was a mistake. Bringing Wyatt up here, telling Emily she should stay, humoring her innocent questions in the hot tub. All of it was a fucking terrible idea, because those two have a real shot at something special, and I’m a dirty old man who will ruin everything.
I see the way she looks at me. Laughing and giggling with Wyatt, but all the while tracking how I’m leering at her tits. Her little fingers playing up and down the strap of her bathing suit, her tiny nipples getting harder and harder with each pass of her hand under my hot, bruising gaze… She’s a temptress, and she has no fucking idea.
But instead of pointing all that seductive innocence at Wyatt, a young man who deserves a girl like Emily, she’s playing that game with me.
A man old enough to be her father.
And it turns me on more than I want to admit. My cock is pulsing for her, my little miss, my good girl with the clever questions. I want her to ask me anything and everything while she perches naked on top of me. Innocent inquiry and then beautiful patience when I tell her she can’t know something yet.
Can you trust us to share the story in time?
Us.
Fuck.
I shove my swimsuit low on my hips, needing to fist my cock properly.
She’s not mine; she’s Wyatt’s, and I’m supposed to be helping him get the girl. Not thinking about whispering all his filthy secrets in her ear for my own pleasure. Not because I get off on the pink of her cheeks and the wide, uncertain gaze that turns bold when she realizes she’s safe.
In a perfect fantasy world, Emily would be my little slut, and I’d teach her how to blow Wyatt’s mind, and then she’d crawl into my bed and tell me about it between giggles. I’d stroke her between her legs and discover the mess he’d left, mixed with her slick, and use that to slide inside her.
My naughty little girl.
Daddy’s secret seductress.
The way she lit up when I told her she was good. Fucking hell, why does Wyatt have to want her all to himself? The first woman I’ve ever felt this fucking protective over, this unique mix of caring and depravity…
I groan her name and pick up speed, my hand slick now from the seed pulsing at the tip of my cock.
“Heath?” My bedroom door swings open, Emily silhouetted in the doorway, all bare arms and legs and that tiny fucking swimsuit hugging her torso so tight it leaves nothing to the imagination. “I heard my name.”
Wyatt stumbles into the space behind Emily. “What the hell? Heath, put that thing away!”
“No, don’t.” Emily’s eyes are wide and glued to my hand. “Can I see it?”
“What?” That’s Wyatt’s bellow, but I could have said the same thing.
“I’m sorry,” she squeaks. Then she shoves past Wyatt and disappears down the hall.