Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Are you angry with me?” Clara asks in a tentative voice behind my back. “I know this must come as quite a shock.”
I stand motionless for a moment, unsure of how to answer. But then I decide to be honest. She’s in a vulnerable place already, and I’m not going to be the asshole who piles shit into her shoulders.
“I’m not angry,” I say in a low tone. “Surprised, maybe, but not angry.”
Clara nods.
“But surprised in a bad way? I’d understand if you are, Carl.”
I choose my next words carefully.
“No, not in a bad way,” I say in an even tone. “Everyone sows their wild oats, and I’m glad you got a chance to do it early in life. Imagine how hellish it would be if this happened in your forties.”
“I don’t think it could happen in my forties,” Clara giggles. “These men were attracted to me because I’m young and nubile, and not because I’m a middle-aged mom. You know I’m twenty-two, Carl.”
I nod.
“I’m very aware of that. And it would be the pot calling the kettle black if I berated you for your behavior because once upon a time, I was twenty-two as well, and you can believe that I wasn’t sitting at home like some choirboy. Maybe I didn’t knock anyone up, but I was definitely using my good looks and charisma to get as many women in bed as possible.”
Clara giggles softly.
“I bet there were a lot.”
I jerk my head in rueful assent.
“Hell yeah, it was a lot. It was more than a dozen too, so you’re not alone. Goddamn, all that was a long time ago, but I can assure you that if bedposts were notched, my bedpost would have toppled from all the cuts I inflicted on the wood.”
My sweet ward throws her head back and laughs musically, exposing the graceful column of her throat.
“I’m sure it wasn’t that many,” she giggles. “Because that would be overwhelming! You wouldn’t even be able to stand afterwards!”
I merely shoot her a knowing look.
“Hey, never underestimate a horndog in his twenties. Guys can get up to no good at that age because we’ll fuck just about anything that moves. Sweet, succulent holes are all you can think about 24/7 at that point in life. But yeah, what I’m saying is that I’m not angry, sweetheart. I’m surprised, yes, but everything happens for a reason, and I’ll support you when the baby comes around. Hell, it’ll be good for an old codger like me to have a child on hand.”
Clara looks up gratefully.
“Oh would you?” she asks. “You’d be a father figure to my baby?”
A sense of possession blossoms in my chest, and suddenly, I know I’ll do anything to keep this woman and her child safe. Hell, it’s almost as if I put that baby in her belly because I can’t imagine another man raising it.
“Absolutely,” I promise in a low growl. “You and this child are under my protection.”
With that, the sweet girl smiles brilliantly in my direction, and I almost collapse. How the fuck can this be happening? On the one hand, I want to drill Clara’s cunt so bad, and rub my semen all over her pussy until she’s moaning headily. But on the other, I also want to take care of her. I want her curvy form cuddled up beside me in bed, with a baby in the bassinet beside the mattress. What the fuck is wrong with me? These thoughts are taboo! She’s the brat and I’m the man of the house, so where the fuck is this going?
With a silent shake of my head, I turn back to the dishes because I’m totally, absolutely screwed now. I’m playing house with my sweet ward and dying to make her happy. Yet, I haven’t even sampled those luscious curves. So where does that leave me now?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clara
“Thanks for coming over,” I say in a sweet tone while opening the front door. “Carl’s off playing golf so we have a couple hours before he gets back.”
John steps into the house before pressing a passionate kiss to my lips. The handsome CEO looks gorgeous, as always, clad casually in a black t-shirt which highlights those broad shoulders, as well as jeans that hang just-so off his hips.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” the alpha male growls. “You know I’m always happy to go wherever this sweet pussy wants.”
I giggle because John’s never been to my house before. Or more accurately, I should say he’s never been to my stepfather’s house. Instead, we’ve always made love in the office, or I’ll go over to his mansion. He lives in another part of town, and sometimes I’ll tell my stepdad that I’m headed to the mall or even hanging out with a friend, when really, I’m on my way to meet John for hot times. Then, I come back with my pussy used and leaking, and the man of the house has no idea.