“Dude,” Trevor Blackstone, my best friend since college mutters, “you’re going to get your ass sent to prison or some shit.”

I sip from my cold beer without sparing him a glance. My attention is on her. Always on her. Rowan Wheeler. Fuckin’ jailbait…until tomorrow. My cock stirs, but I ignore it. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten a boner in front of one of my best friends, or something I’d even give two shits about. But in front of all four of my sons and our sweet little neighbor? Isn’t fucking happening.

“I’m just looking,” I reply coolly.

He snorts. “You look like a damn tiger zeroing in on his prey. What are you going to do? Maul her?”

The idea isn’t bad.

Images of her sprawled out beneath me wearing my teeth marks does nothing to help the state of my semi-erect cock. “I can look.”

“But you can’t touch, Pearson,” he reminds me, his voice turning slightly stern. Any other asshole I’d tell to fuck off, but Trevor is like the brother I never had. Hell, the kids even call him uncle.

“Right,” I utter.

He grumbles, because we both know I’m going to touch. I’m going to touch so much, she’ll never want the touch of anyone else again.

“Babe, grab me a Coke,” my son Brock hollers.

My cold heart does a slight quiver in my chest. This is the biggest complication. Not the fact that she’s seventeen for a few more hours. Not the fact that her father is a psycho asshole. Not the fact that she’s probably a virgin I’d have to teach everything to. The biggest complication is him. My son. Brock Pearson.

He grins at her, boyish and goofy. Sure, he resembles me, probably the most of my four boys, but he’s still a child. Only seventeen himself. The kid has his entire life ahead of him. Settling for the sexy-ass neighbor at such a young age is beneath him. Hell, when I went to college, I fucked more women than I care to remember. Being exclusive with Rowan will limit him. He won’t get to experience things like his older brother Hayden has. Hayden, so much like myself, nearly got expelled for sleeping with one of his professors. If it weren’t for my hefty donation to get him out of that heap of shit, he’d be living in my house feeling sorry for himself.

“Damn,” Trevor mutters. He may be trying to protect Brock from getting hurt when his father no doubt bangs his girlfriend, but even he’s not immune to Rowan’s incredible beauty.

She reminds me of her.

A spike of irritation surges through me. Julia left us. Several years ago, at one of our annual backyard barbeques, after a humiliating meltdown where she accused me of being a cheating asshole in front of all our friends and family, she bolted. Packed a bag and never returned, leaving our four young sons to their ill-equipped father to finish raising. I haven’t heard a word from the cunt since.

Julia was my one true love. I believed in all that bullshit at the time. Fell head over heels for her, married her as soon as I could, and knocked her up four times in a row. Life was bliss—until she called me out for having an affair.

“She looks like Julia,” I mutter aloud.

Trevor grunts in agreement. “Another reason why you should stay the hell away.”

Ignoring him, I watch as Rowan climbs out of the pool. Her dark brown hair is wet and hangs halfway down her back. With each step, her young ass bounces in the tiniest scrap of her bright orange bikini. She may be Brock’s girlfriend, but every one of my boys is smitten with her. Hayden plays it cool, but I don’t miss the way his eyes follow her everywhere. My fifteen and sixteen-year old sons, Camden and Nixon, get fucking boners they don’t hide very well any time she’s near.

She has that effect on people.

A sexy siren teasing every man with a working dick in the vicinity.

Hayden pretends like he’s going to throw her back in the pool, but I know it’s just an excuse to grab her. His arms wrap around her waist and she squeals. Brock, the blind idiot, doesn’t even realize his older brother is rubbing his dick against her ass. But based on her blazing red cheeks, she now knows exactly how he feels about her.

“Asshole,” she grumbles as she pushes him away. Her tits jiggle as she makes her way over to Trevor and me. The ice chest sits between our lounge chairs. I should tell her that her bikini top is askew and her pink nipple is showing, but I don’t.

And Trevor, the dirty bastard, doesn’t mention it either.

“Thirsty?” I question, my brow arched from behind my sunglasses.

Her cheeks turn red again. “Brock is.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” I say with a wolfish grin.

Understanding dawns in her brown eyes and her juicy plump pink lips part. “I…uh…”

My gaze is on her gorgeous tits as I reach into the ice chest and grab a can of Coke. When I hand it to her, our fingers touch, and she shivers.

“Thank you,” she breathes. I skim my gaze over the long, silvery scar across her forehead.  She's had it for as long as I've known her.  Instead of marring her perfect features, it only accentuates how real she is.  How gorgeous she is despite the scar that is her only flaw.

“My pleasure, angel.”

Her smile is breathtaking and sweet. Someone like her would be so fun to mold into perfection in the bedroom. Whisper some flattering words in her ear. Teach her how to behave. Reward her when she does.

She turns and sways her curvy hips as she makes her way back into the pool with my son. Trevor groans and digs around in the ice chest for another beer.

“She’s hot,” he mutters, “I’ll give you that. She just seems more Levi’s type.”

Levi Kingston is an investor at Four Fathers Freight and part owner along with myself, Trevor, and our friend Mateo Bonilla. Trevor is the CFO and really good at what he does. Where Trevor and I have a friendship based on knowing each other for half our lives, Levi and I have a different sort of friendship.

We have similar dark, sexual preferences.

In fact, we frequent sex clubs and strip joints. He was the one to introduce me to hiring high-dollar prostitutes on our birthdays because, and I quote, “Good men deserve to be spoiled by bad women every now and again.” He also sparked my interest in the whole daddy kink shit he’s got a hard-on for.

And Rowan?

I would love to daddy the fuck out of her.

Bend her over my knee and spank her pretty little ass.

My cock aches at the thought.

“He’ll never touch her,” I bite out, a little harshly.

Trevor laughs. “I’m just saying, he’s into the young ones. You’re usually into the expensive, high-maintenance chicks. The young and innocent ones are more his style.”

“Maybe I’m bored and want something different,” I challenge.

A sigh resounds from him. “You’re going to fuck everything up, man.”

“I haven’t touched her yet.”

“Yet,” he utters. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

Ignoring him, I rise from my lounger, peel off my T-shirt, and lose my sunglasses. I work hard on my physique. I may be forty-five, but I have the body of a much younger man. Countless hours in the gym each day ensure that. As I saunter over to the edge of the pool, I see both my younger boys smiling at me. A niggle of guilt sluices through me. I’m a shitty father. Sure, I provide, and provide well. All my boys drive expensive sports cars, wear the nicest clothes, and will go to the best colleges. They hurt for nothing.

Well, aside from my attention.

I’m not like most fathers.

I have a business to run—an empire to grow—so I may hand it over to them one day. I don’t have time to play catch or watch movies or whatever the fuck most fathers do.

I give them money and that should be enough.

Nixon tosses a football at me, but instead of catching it, I let it soar past me. Trevor grabs it and tosses it back. Uncle Trevor, as they like to call him, fills that daddy role much better than I do. I let out a sigh of relief that he’s wiped that puppy dog look off my son’s face.

I make my way over to the diving board, catching Rowan’s gaze along the way. I don’t miss the way she rakes her curious eyes over my ripped chest. Smirking, I hop onto the diving board and walk to the edge. She’s now standing in the middle of the pool. Alone. Like a heat-seeking missile, I dive into the cold water and swim beneath the surface to where I can see her. I move toward her, and the moment she’s within reach, I grab her by the backs of the knees and pull her under. Her squeal makes my dick lurch in my trunks. She thrashes beneath the surface as she tries to escape me. I hear my sons hooting and hollering. We don’t wrestle around much, but I figure this is what normal dads do. I can be normal for five minutes if it gives me an excuse to touch Rowan.

Someone strong tries to drag me away by my foot. I come up for air and see it’s Camden. He’s grinning like today’s the best day of his life. I splash him, wriggle away, then seek her out again. Under the water, I see her retreating form swimming toward Brock. Once again, I grab her and pull her under. This time, our eyes meet under the water, and hers are wide with shock. She squirms from my grip, so I slide my hand up to get a better handle on her. My fingers slide under her suit and brush against the lips of her pussy. Her thrashing stops. I pretend as though I don’t know where I have my hand and push my longest finger against her cunt. I’m met with tight resistance, but my finger breaches her opening to my first knuckle.

Bubbles shoot from her mouth as she gets pulled away from my grasp. I resurface to see Brock kissing her neck.

“I saved you,” he says, his voice playful.

Camden tries to tackle me from behind, and I easily toss him into the deep end. Nixon and Trevor are having a heated football tossing match while Hayden watches me with a death glare from the other side of the pool. I wink at my oldest son.

When I return my stare to Rowan, she’s blinking innocently, as if I didn’t just have my finger inside her. Her throat is bright red, and she seems distracted as Brock kisses the side of her neck.

I swim a few laps and eventually grow bored.

One day, I’m going to have that girl.

Soon. Really fucking soon.