2. Chapter 2
The truck’s living quarters are efficient but cramped.
A fold-out bed shoved against the wall, a tiny table with a few books, and travel mugs that need washing. Mina flops onto the mattress in her drenched clothes, groaning into the pillow while I toss her a towel.
“This is worse than sleeping on the couch at home,” she says, sitting up to pat her hair dry.
“That couch cost three grand. For that amount of money, it should sing you a fucking lullaby and rub your shoulders until you fall asleep.” My tone’s sharp, and she freezes mid-towel-dry.
I’m not pissed about the cost; it just reminds me of the complications of our relationship and the home we’ve shared for so many years.
“Sorry, I’m just tired,” I lie, muttering the apology as I reach for the bag of Lay’s Cheddar and Sour Cream chips from the table where she dumped the whole lot of snacks from the store.
I pop open the bag and offer it to her first. She takes one, then another, her fingers brushing my knuckles. The trail of her touch feels like fire ants marching over my skin.
“So… movie?” she asks after a beat, patting the space beside her on the bed-slash-sofa.
I kick off my boots and sink down—too close, but fuck it—and hand her the remote. My pants are drenched, but no fucking way I can take them off right now. I unbutton my soaked shirt and strip it off as she flips through the movie choices on the screen.
I’ve got two decades on her, but I’ve kept myself lean. Being on the road, you either sink into habits that send your heart into spasm by age forty, or you balance all the sitting with exercise and real food. In the right light, at the right angle, I’m still sporting a reasonable six pack.
Mina’s taken her share of hard looks at my torso over the years. But, they’ve grown longer and more intense lately and that’s not helping me extinguish the idea that my sweet girl needs a good hard fucking several times a day.
With my cock and only my cock.
“Here.” She wiggles to the center of the bed, nodding next to her. “You take the end, and I can lie on your lap like I used to.”
Oh, fuck. The thought of her head in my lap, bobbing up and down, makes me choke on my own spit.
I cough to cover my sick mind, stumbling over to where she’s sitting up, her brow furrowed, but the corner of her mouth is ticking upward, as if to say, I see what I’m doing to you.
I drop in next to her on a heavy exhale, leaning back so my dick doesn’t break in half when I sit.
My breathing is fast, and the battle between good and evil rages on inside my head.
Okay, legally, she’s not my daughter. But she’s been my little girl for so long.
Still, it’s not wrong, is it? We are both legal adults. Yeah, okay, I hold a position of power and influence over her, but so what?
The shameful debate will have to wait, because as Mina snuggles next to me, aiming the remote at the TV, my eyes linger on her nipples and the ivory skin of her thighs as my balls tighten.
I try to concentrate on anything but how close we are and the way my cock is crying out for more as she flicks through options on my global satellite internet connection. “The Notebook?” she suggests, glancing my way.
“The Notebook? Are they study partners?”
She elbows me. “Shut up. It’s a romance. It’s iconic.”
The screen flickers to life as I fight the urge to reach into my pants and give my dick a squeeze. Mina snuggles deeper under the blanket, shoulder against my ribcage as I rest my arm on the back of the cushion attached to the wall of the little living area.
Every time she leans forward to grab a chip, her tits brush my torso.
Pictures she’s drawn for me over the years are taped and pinned to the padded walls of the living area.
From childlike stick figures in faded crayon of her and I holding hands.
Me pushing her on a swing at the park and one special one that says “Happy Father’s Day” hits me like a brick to the forehead.
I eventually have her grab me a beer from the little fridge, hoping that the alcohol will numb the lust. I finish that one, and the movie goes on. I don’t know how much time has passed. I’m so fucking horny and focused on my daughter’s every movement, I’m caught in some kind of perverted time warp.
After a hard clap of thunder shakes the cab, the movie takes turn. There was plenty of kissing and fumbling hand play that had Mina stiffening next to me, but Jesus, now the actress is pinned beneath Ryan Gosling, their clothes falling away like petals in a breeze.
It’s not porn, but fuck, it’s still hot, and it’s pushing me closer and closer to the point of no return with my daughter.
She has now moved, resting her head on my thigh, the blanket down on her hips as another crack of thunder punctuates the first thrust of Gosling’s hips as he seats himself inside the girl.
“Ugh,” Mina groans as they start kissing again, all tongue and moans and slick skin in dramatic lighting. “This is so fake.”
I smirk. “Real sex isn’t like this? What do you know about real sex?”
Her laugh is nervous now. “Well… I mean—” She trails off when my thigh shifts wider, lifting her head, her eyes darting to my mouth.
My pulse thrums in my throat as I trail a hand down her shoulder, brushing the damp hair back off her neck.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ve never done anything but kiss.
And Bobby Favro tried to put his hand up my shirt once after school when—”
“He did fucking what?” A boiling rage tumbles in my gut. I’ve been her father for all purposes, and I kept an eye on her, but she never mentioned boys. Or, I blocked it out if she did.
I’d likely have started fucking home schooling her a lot sooner.
She swallows, her eyes darting between me and the characters on screen as they full-on fuck.
“I didn’t want him touching me. I didn’t really even want to kiss him, but Cassie and Miranda dared me.” She blurts it all out, her face turning crimson, lips pinched together with that guilty look. “Before that, you were the only man I’d ever kissed.”
And I’ll be the only fucking one you ever kiss from now on.
She’s trembling, and the vibrations are moving through my thigh to pulse in my dick and balls.
“Ever think about what it’d be like to have sex baby?” The words are out of my mouth before I can rethink them.
Mina goes still beneath my touch but doesn’t pull away.
She squirms closer, resting her head fully on my lap, just a fraction of an inch from my hard-on, face up, eyes on mine.
I let my hand wander down from her hair, the backs of my knuckles brushing over her collarbone, then down a few more inches, then up as she inhales sharply.
“Max,” she whispers, but it’s not a protest.
I work my fingers lower, down the side of her ribs, hooking them beneath the edge of her shirt. “Shhh. Watch the movie, baby. Maybe play that part over from the beginning. You always liked your biology lessons. Let’s just watch it for you to learn.”
I’m a bad, bad man. I lean over and grab the remote from the table that holds the TV, and hit the rewind button. She nods, her breathing shallow as I press play, and the characters on the screen go right back to pumping and moaning.
“So,” I start clearing my throat. “You know that he’s putting his penis inside her, right?
” I wait for her slight nod before continuing.
“He moves it back and forth like that to build the tension. See, in a man’s balls, they have all the sperm and the pressure grows and grows, but it has to feel very, very good for it to come out.
The woman’s job is to make sure it feels so good, the man can’t stop all the sticky, sperm cream from shooting out the tip.
Then, it finds its way all the way into her body.
” I trace a trail from her lower abdomen up.
Following an imaginary trail of her fallopian tube, to her ovary.
“I know about how babies are made.” She replies in a breathy whisper, her eyes still on the screen where they are clawing and grinding.
“That’s good.” I nod, my eyes racing from her pink lips to her hard nipples to the way her thighs are fussing and rubbing together. “Your body is going to make a man feel very good someday. He will have no problem busting his nut deep, deep inside you.”
My hand slides over warm, smooth skin as I travel up from her exposed belly, under the hem of her t-shirt. I press my fingers against the swell of her breast, as she lets out a little squeak of surprise. “How’s that feel, baby? Do you want Daddy to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No, I… I shouldn’t say this, but I like knowing you want to touch me.”
“Ahh, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I cup her tit, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, hearing her hiss and then moan as I roll the little peak between my fingertips.
It hardens with my touch, and fuck, I’m a fucking monster, but I can’t stop.
Not now. “You want to touch yourself down in your privates don’t you?
It’s okay, watching people fuck makes our bodies react, it’s very natural, baby. Go ahead if you want to.”
Her legs part, and she reaches down as the actors move together, stroking herself through her frayed shorts in clumsy, urgent movements and fuck it.
God help me, I can’t help myself.
The blanket falls from her knees and I lift her head and scramble out from under her in one furious motion.
I press her back onto the mattress, my mouth finding hers before I can overthink this. She tastes like those damn chips, but it’s still all her, her hands fisting in my hair while I trail kisses down her neck to the hollow between her collarbones.
“Baby,” I hiss into the thrumming pulse point on her neck. “You know Daddy loves you, don’t you?”
God, I’m a manipulative bastard right now, but it’s not my civilized brain that’s running the show.
She nods, a breathless sound of agreement warming my cheek, but inside my head, it’s like the starting pistol firing. I’m done resisting.
Fuck it. Let’s go.