Chapter 3
JACOB
Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy. Those two words keep bouncing around in my head like a sphere in a pinball machine. Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy.
If I thought she was perfect before, now she is a gift.
I can’t just give up because of my best friend, right?
I watch Eden rush away, and my hands immediately feel empty without her face in them. I want to touch her again. Kiss and cherish her. Spoil her. But could she actually want me? I’m older and scarred. A rough motherfucker who has seen too much. Shit, I don’t even sleep through the night.
I have no right wanting her, much less touching her.
I watch her bend, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from groaning out loud.
The sight of her luscious ass bent and on display for me is giving me a hard time trying to keep my hands to myself.
All I want to do is push her lower, drop her pants, and sink into my baby girl’s wetness.
I know she would be so damn snug around my cock.
Or maybe shove my face between those cheeks and lick her until she’s a squirting mess begging daddy for mercy?
She straightens, pulling her purse over her chest, letting the strap rest between her huge tits, and I have to swallow hard.
Eden Woodman is a beautiful woman. Curves that make a man’s mouth water and hands itch to explore. Thick thighs and big ass and tits with a face of an angel. It’s like she was created just for me. Everything about her is beautiful. She makes me want things I shouldn’t crave.
But I do.
I want everything with Eden.
I want to see the giggly woman blushing while she looks up at me as I fuck her nice and slow, making her milky-white tits bounce with every thrust. Have her suck on my thumb as she looks up at me and I bury my face between her thighs and take care of her so good she has to muffle the sounds from the outside world. Make her cry out Daddy for me.
“Ready?” she asks and I nod.
“Yeah. Oh yeah, I’m ready.” She shoots me a look, but I ignore it. I simply walk toward her, placing my hand on the small of her back. I don’t miss the sharp gasp at my touch or the way she seems to move closer. She trembles, and all I want to do is calm and soothe her. Love her.
“I’m ready.” I grin and lead the way to the passenger’s side of my car.
Love her.
I open the door and slide my hand from her back to find her hand. I help her into the truck. Once she’s seated, I lean in and reach for the seatbelt. She breathes in deep, her blue eyes wide as they stare up at me almost innocently.
“We need to buckle you up, angel. Precious cargo,” I mutter. When our eyes connect, she’s staring at me like she doesn’t know what’s come over me. And part of me, the pessimistic, cynical part of me, doesn’t either. It doesn’t make sense.
We don’t make sense.
Eden is sunshine and goodness. A hairdresser by day and an angel by night, doing good all over her community. If there is a fundraiser going on in Moonlit Pines or someone is in need of something, my girl is there.
My girl.
My girl. The term shouldn’t feel so damn right, but it does.
She’s sunshine, whereas I’m the opposite. I’ve seen and been through shit. I moved to Moonlit Pines when I didn’t fit in back at home. I have a construction job that I enjoy, and because of it, I’m able to afford my place and be able to renovate the fixer upper at my pace.
But I’m not a ray of sunshine like her. I’m quiet and cynical.
Then there is my friendship with Reed. I look at her, and now, if we don’t make sense, I don’t care.
Screw my friendship with her older brother.
Fuck anyone who thinks they can keep me from Eden Woodman. Fuck anyone who thinks daddy isn’t going to claim his dream baby girl. Nothing will stop me. Not even Mother Nature herself.