My body pulses from the pleasure Hawkin gave me over and over again.

I was worried he might not find me attractive, but then he plants kisses all over me, and I know he wants me the way I want him.

A smile breaks over my face as he gets off the bed, pushing down his dark blue jeans and his boxer briefs. His erection is obvious, and I wonder if he is in pain. But as he takes hold of his cock, running his hand up and down it, the look on his face is one of pleasure.

I scoot off the bed too, telling him to sit down.

“I want to make you happy, Daddy,” I tell him. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Won’t you let me make you come, too?”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wonder if I should be doing this,” he says as I kneel naked on the floor. I sit between his legs and take a deep breath, loving the way his manhood smells.

“Why? How am I talking?”

“So sweetly, so innocently. Most women, they don’t just say what they want. They play games.”

“Why would I play a game with my Daddy?” I ask, knowing the words are dirty and naughty. Calling him my Daddy feels so right though, so forbidden and filthy. As sweet and pure as my feelings for him are.

“I don’t know, Heaven. The way you talk, it’s fucking hot. Telling me what you want like that.”

“What do you want?” I ask looking at his thickness, wondering just how it is going to fit into my mouth. Wanting so badly to make him come. Wanting it to slide down my throat and make me warm inside.

“I want you to take my cock in your hands, Heaven. I want you to lick my shaft and then gag on my length. Can you do that for me, Sweet Girl?”

I nod obediently and then take his cock in my hands. I’ve never felt one before, but it feels so nice and smooth, so hard and thick at the same time.

It’s like my feelings before I came here tonight. Complicated.

But they aren’t complicated anymore. I know exactly what I need and want: Hawkin.

Just as I am about to pull his thickness into my mouth, there is a loud crash outside. We pull back, our eyes meeting.

Then there’s a banging on the door, a hollering.

Hawkins stands, tugging on his jeans and leaves me in the room alone. He races to the door.

I reach for the blanket on his bed, tucking it around me, and looking out his bedroom door to see what is happening.

My eyes go wide in horror.

“Heaven here?” my father asks, drunkenly. “My truck’s out front. What the hell is going on?”

I pull back, my throat gone dry.

“I haven’t seen you in two years. What the hell are you doing here?” Hawkin asks him.

“Looking for my girl,” he says. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and there’s a slur to his words. He holds onto the doorframe to keep himself steady. “She left in a huff hours ago and Jonny said he saw my truck winding up this here road. He let me take his and come to find her. Where is she?”

I close my eyes. I don’t want him to see me like this. The idea of him seeing me naked with his oldest friend causes me to tremble. I don’t trust him ast all. And the last thing I want is for Hawkin to get the brunt of his wrath.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, Tommy. I know what you’ve done to her.”

“She spinning lies to you?” My father stalks into the house and Hawkin lets him. Hawkin looks over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine. I know with one glance he is going to make sure his girl is safe.

I came here for a reason, I knew my new Daddy would take care of me.

My father, though, notices the movement.

“She back there?” he hollers.

“What’s it to you?” Hawkin bellows back.

My father glares at him, stepping closer and I see the silver glint of a gun in his pocket. My father is fool enough to do something reckless. Drunk enough too. How he even made his way to this cabin in the snowstorm is beyond me.

Not wanting my father’s fury unleashed on the man I love, I step forward.

“Stop it,” I shout at him, feeling exposed. My body bare, a blanket is the only thing covering me up.

“You little slut,” my father shouts upon seeing me, then he thrusts his gun towards Hawkin. “Did you fuck my daughter?”

“None of your goddamn business,” Hawkin roars. His body is so large and dominating, his chest ripped with muscles. Without a shirt on, I can see his biceps flex, each time sending a wave of want through me. “I heard you hit her when you’re drunk, but that isn’t going to happen anymore.”

“Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” he asks reaching for his gun. He steps toward me, grabbing my arm.

I scream in fear, and Hawkin isn’t having any of it. He takes me from my father, shoving me behind his big body to cover me.

My father pulls his gun out, his finger on the trigger.

“Don’t be a fucking fool,” Hawkin shouts. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

My father though, can’t hear the words of warning. He aims at Hawkin and the energy in the room is filled with fear. It courses through me, through all of us.

As if realizing that my father isn’t messing around, Hawkin grabs his rifle from the wall. “Don’t make this end badly, for any of us,” he says, gritting his teeth.

My father cackles like the drunk he is. “You fucking whore,” he shouts as he pulls the trigger, pointing it at me. Hawkin is no longer in front of me because he moved to grab the gun.

Time stills, and I close my eyes. Bracing myself for a bullet in the chest, a fatal wound, I close my eyes.

Hawkin dives in front of me, falling to the ground. As he does, the bullet pierces his chest. Blood blooms from the bullet wound and I scream in horror, wrapping myself over Hawkin.

My father drops his gun and I reach for it, pointing it to him.

“You killed him,” I shout. “You killed him!”

Then I point the gun at my father.

The man who ran my mama out of town.

The man who hit me and hurt me.

The man who shot the only person in the world I love.

I pull the trigger, and he falls to the ground.

I came to this cabin to make love with the man I want.

Now both my father and my daddy are bleeding out at my feet.