A date.
How Audrey talked me into letting any of my daughters go to a co-ed private school was...well, I knew exactly how it happened. With her sexy little mouth wrapped around my cock.
But a blow job—albeit a fucking spectacular one—wasn’t enough to talk me into a date. And she knew it. Which was why she’d arranged it behind my back—better to ask forgiveness and all that shit.
When she and Lana told me this morning, I’d gone ballistic. Until my little girl turned on the waterworks, and my wife looked at me like I was the big bad fucking wolf. I’d made a deal with her. He would pick Lana up here, and I’d get to meet him first. Then our daughter would text me when she arrived and when she left and was to be home by eleven sharp.
I wanted to play chauffeur—and keep an eye on the punk—but Audrey had already made arrangements for his parents to drive them.
While Lana threw her arms around me and screamed her thanks, I glared at my wife, silently warning her that she was in a fuck ton of trouble. She just smiled and wiggled her ass a little more as they strolled out of the room.
A smirk kicked up the corners of my mouth as I thought about how I would punish her tonight. Our oldest, Kohen, was home on leave from the Navy, but he’d agreed to help with the rest of the kids who were going to be camping in Cash’s backyard. Which meant we’d have the house to ourselves.
“Dad,” Kohen called, sticking his head around a sliding glass door. “He’s here.”
I whistled and made a round-up gesture. A few sailors, a couple of soldiers, an airman, and even a spook all immediately headed my way. As usual, we were all packing, but we might have stepped it up a little tonight.
Kohen was waiting in the hallway, and I lifted my chin to let him know he could answer the door while I stood a few feet behind him. The rest of the men scattered around the living room, looking as intimidating as possible.
The bell rang, and Kohen swung open the door to a tall, blond teenage boy. He looked clean-cut and innocent, but I knew exactly what went on in the mind of boys his age. The idea of my sweet little girl starring in his dreams nearly caused me to throw the kid in the yard and slam the door. However, memories of Lana’s tears kept me from barring him from the house.
“Attention!” Kohen shouted, scaring the shit out of the kid and almost making me laugh. My oldest child was standing in his uniform, at his tallest height, and glaring down at Lana’s date, who already looked ready to run. If this wimp couldn’t take a little intimidation, he wasn’t good enough for my daughter. No one was. But Audrey had convinced me that I’d have to settle for someone someday. I didn’t know why the fuck my little girls couldn’t just stay single. But as I looked at the little pipsqueak here to pick up Lana, it was another reminder that I’d lost the fight.
“At ease, sailor,” I said gruffly, putting just enough of a smile on my face to make the kid think I was his ally. “You must be Jefferson,” I greeted. He looked relieved at my mild tone, and after throwing another furtive glance at Kohen, he took a step toward me.
“Yeah—um”—he cleared his throat and shifted his weight to his other foot—“Yes.”
“Yes, sir!” Kohen snarled in his ear, making the kid jump a foot.
It was hard not to laugh, but I managed it.
“I’m Merrick. Lana’s dad. Why don’t you come in, and we can get to know each other while she finishes getting ready?”
He nodded nervously and wiped his palms on his suit pants. “Um, okay.”
Kohen growled.
“Okay, sir,” Jefferson quickly amended.
I walked into the living room, and since he was behind me, I gave myself permission to grin when I heard him stop breathing at the sight of all the muscle in the room. Hooyah, boys.
“Don’t mind them, Jefferson,” I said in a conversational tone. “They won’t hurt you unless I tell them to.”
Cash cracked a smile, but considering he was built like a fucking tank and usually looked like he was two seconds away from killing someone, it didn’t take away from the intimidation factor.
We had to walk through the men to get to the back hallway, where I led him into my office. “Have a seat, Jefferson,” I said as I rounded my desk and lowered my large frame into the chair.
As planned, Jefferson’s eyes swept over the right wall—which displayed my gun collection—and then the left—which displayed my knife collection. He finally sat down and looked toward me, but his attention almost immediately dropped to the desktop.