His Father

“But I’m such a ray of sunshine,” she giggles, throwing her arms out so suddenly her hand connects with my cheek.

Growling, I grab her wrist as she laughs even harder and cups my face with her hand.

“I’m sorry, Sarge, I didn’t see you there.”

I ignore her and push open her bedroom door, but she suddenly stops and places her hands against the frame. “Shall we order pizza?”

“No, it’s one in the morning.”

“Oh.” Her bottom lip sticks out when I grab her arm and force her into her room. “Can I draw you?”

“Why are you so random?” I murmur, pushing her away from me when she places her hand on my chest again. She needs to stop touching me, my cock is finally behaving, but not if she keeps touching me.

“Can I? You took my picture, it’s only fair.”

I open my mouth to speak but my jaw hangs when she suddenly drops her denim shorts and steps out of them. She’s wearing a thong. A black, lace thong that sits on the curves of her ass perfectly.

My cock definitely isn’t behaving now. Shit. It hurts. It’s straining against my boxers and if she turns around now, she’ll see it, but I can’t move. I can’t look away.

“You’re not answering which means that’s a yes.” She grins over her shoulder as she unhooks the back of her bikini top and lifts the neck loop over her head.

I finally turn around, finding the strength and common sense to do so.

This is my son’s girl and she’s undressing in front of his father. She’s everything I thought she was and worse.

I should just fuck her and show him what a little cunt she really is, but I don’t want to be the cause of his hurt.

“You’re disgusting,” I snarl at her without looking behind me. “Have some self-respect.”

As I leave I don’t look back, not even when she throws something at the door right by my head.

If I disliked her before, I hate her now.

Sargent

The second Maddox walks in at five in the morning, I stop him in the hall.

“Don’t leave me to babysit her again, do you understand?” I snarl and he’s so startled he backs up a step.

“What the fuck, Dad?” He frowns, his happy drunken smile gone. “What happened?”

I run a hand through my hair. Do I tell him? He should know.

“She got naked,” I blurt and my voice sounds higher than it should. “I helped her to her bedroom and she got naked.”

He just stares at me for the longest time, blinking slowly before his lips twitch. “I mean, yeah, I should have warned you. She does that when she’s high.”

“Does what?”

“She calls it becoming one with nature.” He chuckles as though it’s not a big deal. Am I making it a big deal?

“She got naked in front of your father.”

“She’s not underage, Dad, chill, and she doesn’t have the worst body in the world to look at. Why are you so upset?”

How can he be so flippant and easy about all of this? If she were mine I’d be raging. But then again, I always have had a temper and been possessive.

“You’ve got to get your kicks somewhere,” he adds, laughing harder.

Little twerp. I get plenty of kicks.

I follow him into the kitchen where he moves to the fridge.

“Is that all she did? That’s why you’re mad? Because she stripped in a room she’s staying in?” He takes a swig of juice and waits for my answer.

“I’m going to bed,” I say and skulk to my room. “Keep her out of my way.”

“Dad,” he shouts after me but I ignore him.

What the hell kind of man have I raised?

Tempest

When I wake up the next morning, in bed, nude from head to toe, blankets kicked onto the floor, I groan and roll onto my back, scratching at the tattoo on my arm.

“Morning, sleepy.” Maddox grins from the doorway, tossing me one of his oversized shirts.

“Morning,” I reply and pull it on before sitting up on the side of my bed. “My head is spinning.”

“Mine too,” he admits, chuckling. “But you might want to avoid my dad today, you gave his aging heart a bit too much excitement last night.”

“Oh, I know,” I reply bitterly, my bad mood increasing. “He called me disgusting. That’s something I won’t be forgetting any time soon.”

“He what?” Maddox’s smile vanishes.

“I wasn’t thinking, okay? I just started getting undressed and he was there. He didn’t see anything anyway; my back was to him,” I ramble and then move my tongue around my mouth. I taste like sand and feet. I need to brush my teeth.

I pad into the en suite.

He follows. “What did he say?”

“Just that: you’re disgusting.” I shrug like his words didn’t hurt but they did. “He’s so harsh. Like I was steaming, mate. I wasn’t thinking about his sensitive little eyes. I’m not that hideous, am I?”