I’m irritated and exhausted by the time I make it home Friday night from work. All I want to do is crack open a beer and catch up on Sports Center but first I want to check in on Kaylee. I take a quick shower, wanting to wash this shitty day off of me first. A part we’d been waiting on didn’t come in like it was supposed to and won’t be in until Wednesday, setting us back three days on the rebuild, which means if I don’t finish on time I lose money. I don’t like losing money and I don’t like to be late delivering a car to my client but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

Once I finish my shower, I pull on some clean jeans and a T-shirt then head next door, following the pathway between our houses.

Tim and Evelyn Jones are some of the nicest and hardworking people you’ll ever meet. Tim is a bit older than me, but we really hit it off. He loves remodeled cars too so we have a lot to talk about. I even did a custom job for him a few years ago on his old Mustang.

Before long, they were always inviting me over for dinners and holidays. I became part of the family. But I’ve been keeping my distance ever since that fucking kiss.

My mind drifts back to that night. The way her long legs wrapped around my waist. How perfectly she fit in my arms. Innocent blue eyes, silently begging me to make her mine.

I was surprised when she kissed me first, but I can’t deny how pleased I was when she did, because fuck knows I wouldn’t have had the courage to do it myself. But now I’m ruined. Because every woman I’ve had beneath me since don’t taste or feel like her. And each time I sink inside the warm, welcoming heat of a tight cunt, it’s her face I see.

Every—fucking—time.

I unlatch the gate Tim had put in for easy access between the two properties and make my way to the back door. I twist the knob but it’s locked and there are hardly any lights on in the house.

Fuck.

She better not have left when I told her not to. I pull up the tracker on my phone that Tim helped me set up before he left. It shows she’s here.

Maybe she’s already asleep. I check my watch, noting it’s only half past six. Pulling the spare key Tim and Evelyn gave me from my pocket I unlock the door and let myself in.

“Kaylee,” I call out, but get no reply.

Walking through the kitchen, I enter the living room but it’s just as quiet. No sign of life anywhere.

“Kaylee,” I shout again but get nothing in return.

Panic begins to claw at my throat as I climb the stairs two at a time, ready to burst through her bedroom door, but then I hear a familiar moan and stop dead in my tracks right in front of her cracked bedroom door. I fight to get air flowing through my lungs as I catch a glimpse of her writhing on the bed, her hand rubbing back and forth between her open legs.

I quickly turn away, squeezing my eyes shut.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

My cock throbs painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I take a few deep breaths, begging it to settle the fuck down.

After a few moments, I finally regain control and knock on her door. I make it a point to stand far away so I can’t see through the crack, but it doesn’t matter, because when her sultry reply meets my ears, my dick surges with new life.

“Come in,” she says sweetly.

Carefully, I push open the door and find her lying on the bed, one hand propping up her head while the finger she was pushing in and out of her pussy a moment ago teases her full bottom lip. My eyes drift down her body. All tight and firm and ripe for the taking.

Fuck, man, get your shit together. This is Tim’s daughter, remember?

Off limits!

But all I keep thinking about is the way her soft lips felt on mine. The way her large breasts pressed against my chest when we kissed and how much I fucking want to feel her against me right now.

“I called your name twice, why didn’t you answer?”

The little vixen smirks. “I was kind of busy.” She rolls over, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back, her eyes silently tempting me. “How was your day?” she asks nonchalantly, as if she isn’t offering her body on a platter to me right now.

“What are you doing, Kaylee?” I grit, trying to maintain my control and fight this need to see her pussy overflowing with my seed.

“Stretching. What’s it look like I’m doing?”

I take a few determined steps toward the bed and her body tenses.

I wish I could stretch her in other places.

“It looks like you’re toying with me.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, all sugary and sweet, batting those long eyelashes at me.

My eyes fall to her hard, round nipples poking through the material of her silky top and my mouth waters, hungry to know what the soft pink flesh tastes like. If it tastes half as sweet as her mouth I’m fucking screwed.

Goddamn her.

With her eyes locked on mine, her hand drifts down her body, teasing the waistband of her underwear, a scrap of fabric that shouldn’t even qualify as such.

“Don’t you want me, Colter?”

Oh shit, I’m in way over my head here. If I don’t leave now this could turn out really bad.

Very bad.

I’m already going to hell for wanting this so much. What will it hurt to indulge myself a little more? As long as I don’t touch her, I’m good, right?

Yep, I’ve completely fucking lost it.

I inch closer to the bed and her breath hitches, a smile teasing her full lips. Lips I would kill to devour right now.

“You’re a bad girl, Kaylee. Very, very bad girl.”

“Only for you.”

I didn’t think my dick could grow any harder but her words send another surge of heat straight between my legs and then my eyes lock on the small wet spot in the center of her panties.

“That for me, too?” I ask, keeping my eyes fixed on that sweet spot.

“All for you,” she purrs.

“Take them off and give them to me.”

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she slips them down her legs and hands them over, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy.

“Open,” I command, and her creamy thighs part slowly, tilting my world upside down. “Are you a virgin, Kaylee?”

She nods, heat flushing her cheeks as I bring the gusset of her soaked panties to my nose then dart out my tongue to lick the wet spot she created just for me.

I’m dizzy with need as I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock, stroking back and forth as I shove her wet panties in my pocket. The thought of no man ever touching her makes me want to claim her even more. I know it’s wrong but I don’t give a fuck. At least not right now anyway. Maybe once I come I’ll be able to think clearly again.

Her eyes widen with surprise at my length and thickness but there’s no denying the hunger there.

Because it’s the same hunger that burns inside of me.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking of me.”

Her trembling fingers circle her clit, spreading the wetness before easing down farther to her entrance. I continue stroking as her middle finger disappears inside of her, a soft moan parting her lips as her eyes fall closed.

“Eyes on me, Kaylee.”

Opening them once more, her hooded gaze finds mine, nothing but raw desire and pure trust staring back at me.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Why do you torture me like this when you know I can’t have you the way I want?”

“You can. Take me, Colter. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“I can’t. It’s wrong,” I hiss, stroking my cock harder. “So fucking wrong. Take off your tank top, let me see those perfect tits.”

She quickly complies, tossing it to the floor before spreading her legs wider and burying those small fingers back in her pussy with an innocent smile, knowing damn well she is far from innocent. The woman is a temptress.

An evil queen.

An evil queen out to destroy me.

I replay the last few minutes, trying to figure out how we made it to this very moment, but if I’m being honest with myself, we’ve been destined to be here all along. Even when she was just a young girl I knew she was special. She had a light that only seemed to shine for me and for some reason that made me happy. We shared a connection I couldn’t really explain, then when she turned eighteen it’s as if she became someone else. No longer the little girl I once cherished and adored but a woman. A woman who could bring any man to their knees but she only had eyes for me.

And that makes me happy.

So fucking happy.

I’ve been ashamed of the way she made me feel, knowing she was someone I could never have. Should never even want. But I can’t explain what I feel for her, no more than I can explain why I’m in her room right now with my cock in my hand wishing I was sliding into her.

I’m supposed to be watching over her, protecting her, but who the hell is supposed to protect her from me?

Her soft moans echo through the room as she makes herself come but not nearly as hard as I want her to, knowing if I had my hands or mouth on her, she would be climbing the damn walls. She rides out her orgasm, her eyes still trained on me just as I instructed.

I stroke my cock harder, desperately needing to mark her in some way, and if I don’t get out of here soon we’re both in deep shit, because if I ever let go of this precious control there will be no turning back.

My balls tighten, drawing up into my groin as white ropes of semen cover her flat stomach, landing on her breasts and neck. She drags her fingers through it, bringing them to her mouth to suck and lick, eyes still blazing with need.

“Now you’re mine, Colter.” She grins and it takes about two seconds for the blood to return to my brain and realization to kick in, putting me in motion. I quickly button up my jeans and get the fuck out of there before I do something I know we’ll both regret.