“I could be your what?” My cock stiffens as the words fall from her pouty pink lips.

“Oh, my gosh,” she says, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

I stand up from the couch, not trusting myself to be so damn close to her. Not with her in that little nightie and robe.

“You can’t talk like that, Heaven.”

“Why not? It’s how I feel.”

I clench my hand into a fist, biting down on my knuckles to stop myself from stepping toward the couch and pulling her sweet little body against mine. She wants to please a daddy? Oh, I’ll show her what this one needs.

But fuck, it’s wrong for all the right reasons.

“You can’t feel this way. It’s not right, Heaven. You’re too young.”

She shakes her head, licking her lips. She unties her robe, running her hands over her shoulders and letting the silky robe fall. My cock stiffens as I take in her white negligée. Tiny straps hold it up, and now I can more clearly see her nice, round titties. Her nipples are little beads poking out, making my mouth go dry.

“I’m not that little, Hawkin. And I could be a good girl for you. I want to be.”

“You’re too young,” I tell her again.

“I’m an adult. I’m not too young for you. Don’t you want to see how much I’ve grown?”

Her words alone force me to let out a deep growl. A well of need rises inside of me and I try to keep it at bay. This is wrong. She’s Tommy’s daughter. The guy I went to school with, spent how may winters hunting with him, fishing with him in the summer? I watched his child grow up. That’s when things changed though, between Tommy and me. When Heaven started to grow. When her body took on the shape of a woman.

That’s when I had to look away, stave him off when he invited me to his place for poker nights and to watch a game.

I couldn’t be in his home anymore, because sweet Heaven was too tempting. I’d watch her innocently bend over, looking in the fridge to grab her pops a beer and my cock would get hard at the sight of her young, ripe ass. I stopped going around to their place because I knew it was wrong.

And now, in the blink of an eye, Heaven has grown into a real woman.

A woman slowly undressing before me.

“You don’t like me?” she asks as her hands trail under the hem of her nightie. Her words are so soft and tender, so fucking sincere, I have to meet her gaze.

“God, no. You’re perfect. So, fucking ripe and sweet and… dammit.” I push myself out the front door of the cabin, slamming it behind me. Whiskey barks at the window, but I’m just trying to cool down my cock in the cold night air. Snow still falls in buckets; the tires of the truck Heaven drove here in are half buried.

Finally, I feel my stiffie soothe itself out. And I take a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever comes next.

I plan on stopping this with Heaven, right now.

Inside, Heaven’s hot cocoa is finished, and I see she has poured herself an inch of whiskey.

She swirls it in her glass. Her feet are up on the couch, and her knees are bent. The nightie rides up more than it ought, and I see her bare legs. I clench my jaw, thinking about her creamy thighs… her pink pussy.

Dammit, it’s so fucking wrong.

“Your father would kill me, Heaven, if I laid a finger on you.”

She lifts her eyebrows. “You’re a very wise man, Hawkin, but you’re wrong about that.”

“Am I?”

She nods. “Is that the only thing keeping you from kissing me?”

“Is that what you want, Heaven? My kisses?”

She closes her eyes. “No,” she says breathlessly. “I want so much more than that.”

“You’re killing me, Heaven.” I’m still standing at the doorway, not trusting myself to walk any closer. If I do, I’ll be carrying this sweet thing to my bed and never letting her leave it.

“I left my house for a reason, Hawkin. I may be innocent, but it doesn’t mean I’m naïve. My father is a bad man. I know you spent a lot of time with him, but it’s been a few years since you’ve really come around.”

“What are you saying? Did he hurt you?”

“He’s a drunk. A mean drunk. And he hits me when it’s bad. Tonight, I knew it was going to be one of those times. And I just… I couldn’t stay. I wanted to be safe. And the safest man I’ve ever known is you.”

“Fuck,” I growl. The idea that Tommy has laid a finger on this pure sweet thing kills me. “I should have been there for you.”

“No one knows. I’m not much of a talker. I keep to myself.”

“I’m not much of a talker either,” I say. “Why the hell do you think I live alone in the woods?”

“See?” she says. “We’re the same.”

My chest rises as I take a deep breath. “Heaven, we’re not remotely the same. You’re young and I’m old, for starters.”

“Not that old,” she says, moving to her knees, her hands on the back of the couch. She is looking at me, her eyes begging me to concede. “And I’m not that young.”

“I’m more than twice your age.”

“Why does it matter, if we both want the same things?”

“And what makes you think I want a wife and babies?”

She smiles sweetly, looking down at herself. Her perky breasts so tempting, so round. “Don’t you think it would be nice to fill me up with your baby, Hawkin?”

My cock stands at attention at those needy words. “You want me to breed you, Heaven? How do you even know about such things?”

She licks her lips so slowly as she bats her thick dark eyelashes. “It just sounds right. To have my belly round with your baby. And I want someone to be in charge of me, to make sure I have what I need.” She bites the side of her lip. “The only thing is…”

“What’s that?” I ask stepping closer.

“I wonder if I can take care of your needs.”

I let out a growl, needing this little one in my arms.

“Please, Hawkin,” she says, running a finger over her collarbone. “Will you let me try? Will you let me try to take care of you like a good girl?”

I can’t hold back anymore. This may be wrong, and once my cock fills her virginal cunt, there will be no going back. But her father is a fucker, and she needs a man to protect her.

I move to the couch, where she kneels, and I cup her sweet face in my hands.

And I kiss her.

As I’ve wanted to do for so damn long.