Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I hear the sound of the motorcycle pull up out front and park, wait about twenty seconds, and then go to the window to see my dad greeting a hulking man in a black leather jacket. My dad is just over six feet tall, and this man, who must be Dax, matches him. Dax’s back is to me as they shake hands, but I can see my dad grinning broadly. They start talking, but their words are muffled. As quietly as I can, I press my ear to the glass.
“Did I hear you right?” Dax asks. “You said your girl’s not even eighteen yet?”
“It’s her birthday in two days,” my dad replies. “So just relax. What’s it to you, anyway? Shouldn’t be of any concern to you anyway.”
Dax laughs a deep, masculine laugh that causes his broad shoulders to bounce.
“Hey, you’re going to jail for a crime you didn’t commit, old buddy. I don’t need to give the cops any ammo on me. Know what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah, well, you keep your hands where everyone can see ‘em and you’ll be just fine,” my dad replies. “Come on inside and I’ll introduce you two.”
Quickly, I leap away from the window and scramble back to my seat at the table just as the door opens and my dad steps back inside. I smile over my hot chocolate and do my best to look like a good obedient daughter, but then Dax steps in behind him, and everything changes.
It feels like the entire world stops.
I’ve blushed in front of boys before – most notably Josh Harrison in 7th grade when I dropped my book on his foot coming into history class – but when my eyes fall on Dax, his smoldering, sexy face, fierce eyes framed by sharp high cheekbones, and luscious lips set atop a jaw that looks like it was drawn by an artistic savant…I feel a blush sweep over my entire body, a sweeping heat that takes me over in ways I’ve never felt in my life.
He’s ruggedly handsome, must be well into his thirties but still manages to retain a boyish charm as he smiles at me and extends his hand. I know he’s saying something to me – he must be because his lips are moving – but my brain simply isn’t processing.
Say something, dummy!
“Becca?” my father’s stern voice shakes me from my Dax-induced stupor. My body literally jolts like when you’ve just been jump-scared in a movie. “Anybody home?”
“Huh?” I gasp. “Yeah, sorry. I was just…thinking about something.”
“I’m Dax,” Dax repeats, still holding out his hand. “I’m your dad’s friend from back in the day. I’m here to look after you while your dad’s doin’ his hard time.”
They both chuckle, but all I can do is take Dax’s hand and allow him to shake it and try not to let my mouth hang agape while I stare back at him.
“Uh-huh…” I manage to reply. “Nice to meet you.”
Oh, yes. Look after me, Daddy. Please…
2
Dax
This is bad.
Really, really, really bad.
If I had known how unbelievably sexy Jerry’s daughter was, I never would have agreed to look after her. Goddamn, he should have told me!
But how would that conversation have gone?
“Hey, Dax, I need you to watch over my incredibly hot daughter while I’m in jail, okay? Yeah, she’s turning eighteen soon and you need to keep your hands off her for six months while you live in the trailer with her. Okay, buddy? See ya!”
Yeah, no chance. He did what he had to do; he asked his old buddy – me – to help him out in a tight spot, and now I’ve got to do the responsible thing and come through like a man.
But Christ if it isn’t going to be near impossible to do that.
The second I saw her, I knew I was in over my head. I immediately suggested I take Jerry out for a send-off steak dinner just so I could get the hell out of that trailer and away from Becca and her perky tits and amazing ass.
And Jesus, those eyes…was she giving me signals back there? When I introduced myself to her, it was like she wasn’t even listening to me. I’ve had plenty of girls flirt with me before, and it sure as hell felt like that’s what was going on.
But she’s not even eighteen yet! She can’t possibly know what she was doing.
I took Jerry out and did everything I could not to think about the temptress waiting for me back at his trailer. But try as I might, that sweet body of hers kept invading my every thought, and when I drove him home and he invited me in for a beer, I had to make sure we had it outside where she wouldn’t be.
I should have been thinking about my buddy going away for six months for a crime he didn’t commit, but all I could think about were the horrible filthy things I wanted to do to his daughter and how I was going to try and keep myself from going through with it while he was gone.