Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Listen up, girls. Families,” says Monica through the bullhorn. Monica is a senior who runs our sorority with an iron fist—and a dazzling smile. “We’re so happy to have you here, parents. Welcome to your daughter’s home away from home. It is our pleasure to have you at the Chi Omega house for the sumptuous welcome dinner we’re prepared. Enjoy this time catching up with your daughter, before returning to your hotels for some much-needed rest. And I hope you brought your bathing suits, because tomorrow is the pool party! Chicken fight, anyone?”
Her direct laugh into the bullhorn causes it to erupt in feedback.
Joel shudders. Massages the bridge of his nose.
Oh, he’s already miserable and desperate for some relief from the high-strung Chi Omega energy? This seduction should be a piece of cake.
Probably. As soon as I figure out how.
“Pool party,” Joel intones, shaking his head. “I didn’t bring my swimming trunks.”
“Maybe one of the dads brought a spare.” Making sure no one is looking, I take a discreet step closer to Joel and tease the buckle of his belt with experimental fingers. “I’m sure we can find a nice fit.”
His sculpted lips part on an intake of breath. “Excuse me?”
Biting my lip, I smooth my palm over the ridges of his stomach, the muscle definition obvious, even through his button-up dress shirt. “So, what’s the plan? Are we going to pretend I’m your daughter this weekend or are we going to tell people the truth?”
“If you keep touching me like that, lying won’t be an option.” He catches my wrist and holds it away from his body, but I can see the pulse ticking out of control at the base of his corded neck. “A girl doesn’t touch her father like that.”
“No, she doesn’t.” I lift up onto my toes to whisper into his ear, relishing his shock and the waft of spruce, my finger tucking into the front of his waistband and shifting the starchy material side to side. “Maybe I’ll just call you Daddy and really confuse everyone.”
He swallows a groan. “Goddamn it, Haylo, I know what you’re doing.” Before I can guess his intent, he slings an arm around the small of my back, lifts me in a swift movement and reverses our position, so his giant frame is blocking me from everyone. And he leans down to speak near my mouth. “You’re teasing me, hoping it’ll send me running for safety. Too bad I don’t run. I am not leaving you alone. I want to be here.”
“No, you don’t,” I whisper, hit by unexpected pressure in my chest. The backs of my eyelids burn with unshed tears of frustration. “No one wants to be here with me.”
“He did a number on you, didn’t he, angel?” mutters Joel, slowly pulling my face into his chest, his huge arms wrapping around me, holding me tight. It’s exactly what I need. I need a hug so badly, I almost moan at the crushing sensation. The safety that floods me. “We’re going to go in there and have a nice dinner. And you’re going to keep your eighteen-year-old hands to yourself. I’m thirty-goddamn-two, Haylo. Your father is my best friend. No more flirting or teasing or playing games. I’ve got my honor, and I plan on keeping it, no matter how…”
“No matter how, what?” I whisper, holding my breath.
Briefly, his gaze dances to my mouth, before he looks away resolutely. “No matter how fucking beautiful you are. It’s not happening.”
I might have listened. I might have obeyed that stern warning, if the back of my hand didn’t accidentally brush the rock-hard pillar behind his fly, revealing the proof of his attraction. Our mutual attraction, if I’m being honest with myself. Relieved no one can see me, I grasp that heavy hammer of flesh and stroke it through his pants, enjoying the judder of his breath, the glazing of his golden eyes. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
CHAPTER 3
Joel
Iam sweating through my fucking clothes.
Somehow, I managed to peel Haylo’s exploring hand off my dick and drag her inside to the dinner table. Now, despite being hornier than a frat boy on spring break, I am determined to get this association back on track. She’s upset and confused and acting out. That’s why she touched me. That’s why she said those things to me.
I’m sure we can find a nice fit.
Maybe I’ll just call you Daddy and really confuse everyone.
The smart thing to do would be leave, but no. I meant what I said. I’m not leaving her when she’s feeling abandoned and vulnerable like this. Problem is, her feeling abandoned and vulnerable are the exact reasons she’s coming onto me.
Get through dinner. Make Haylo feel less alone. Supported.
Then go back to the hotel and jack myself off.
A few seconds of her light massage and my nuts are already in a stranglehold.