It’s late by the time we’re thinking about putting our clothes back on.

Mia watches me from the kitchen, a small smile on her face. She’s holding a mug of tea in her hands, blowing on it softly. I lean back on the couch, swirling my glass of whisky. Apparently, her father used to be a huge whisky man, which works out well for me, since he doesn’t drink from his collection anymore.

“What do you think?” she asks me.

I cock my head at her. “About what?”

She shrugs a little. “You know. This.”

I grin. “What about this?”

She sighs, walking toward me. She’s wearing only a large t-shirt she fished out of her room earlier. I’m in my jeans, unbuckled and open, but no shirt yet. I can still taste her on my lips and feel the sweat on my body from working her so hard.

“You know what I’m trying to say.” She sits down next to me, curling one leg underneath her. She looks so vulnerable and fucking gorgeous.

“You want me to say it.” I sip my drink, watching her.

She’s so frustrated, but she’s smiling. I can’t help but love it. “I guess I do.”

“Okay then. You’re my girl.”

“Yeah?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “And I’m your Daddy. That means no more bullshit, no more games.”

“But what about the Carters?”

“I’ll handle them.” I grin at her, trying not to show my concern. While I’m stronger and better trained than those Carter boys, they have resources that I don’t, and the younger Carter is pretty unstable. I worry that he’d do something completely fucked up and insane, maybe not to me, but to Mia. I’m going to have to watch her closely. “The biggest question is, what will you do about the preserve?”

“I have to trust Laura,” she says. “I can’t take that on myself. It’s too late now, anyway.”

“Good,” I say. “It was never your responsibility.”

“I felt responsible, though. I mean, if I could stop it and save that place, I should.”

“Even if it means losing yourself?” I ask her softly.

“Well…” She trails off, shaking her head. “I guess we both know the answer to that.”

I reach out and pull her toward me. I gently kiss her lips. “You’re making the right choice. I promise, in the long run, this is the right thing. You can’t protect everything, much less sacrifice yourself for everything.”

“I know,” she says, just a whisper.

I glance at the clock underneath the television. It’s after one in the morning. “Listen, you should come stay with me.”

“I can’t leave my dad. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs help.”

“He can come too.”

She shakes her head. “We can’t. He’ll just be more confused.”

I sigh. “I need to get home. I should be there for when Noah wakes up.”

“Okay,” she says, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.

I smirk a little and take the cup of tea from her hands. I put it down on the coffee table on a coaster before putting my whisky glass down next to it. I drop to my knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asks casually, a little smile on her face.

“You looked disappointed.”

“I am. I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to go, either,” I say. “But I have to. I need to be there for my son.”

She reaches down and touches my chin. “That’s what I like about you, Lucas. You’re a good father. You’re a good man.”

“Maybe,” I say, smirking. “Or maybe I’m a bad man.” I spread her legs wide and feel a thrill run through me. She’s not wearing any underwear. “Maybe I’m a very bad man.”

“Lucas,” she says. “We can’t. God, I’m so tired already.”

“Just leaving you with something to remember me by.” I kiss her inner thigh, looking up at her. “Or do you want me to stop?”

She bites her lip. After the first time we had sex earlier, we took a short break, and then immediately fucked again. She’s probably sore as hell from my big cock, but I’m willing to bet I can make her feel good one last time.

“No, I don’t,” she says.

I kiss slowly up her leg, my hands on her hips. “God, you taste so good. I kept thinking about how you’d taste since the second we met, you know that?”

“Really?” she asks. I can hear her breath coming in deeper.

“Really,” I say. “I kept thinking about this pussy, your body, the way your lips would feel. And the way you’d taste, dripping wet under my tongue.” I finally kiss up to her pussy and gently lick her bottom to top. She’s already wet, just the way I like it.

“What else did you think about?” she asks, leaning back in her spot, legs wide open.

“I thought about this thick ass,” I say, grabbing her hips. “And how my cock would feel sinking deep inside of you. I thought about teasing your nipples, slapping your ass, licking your clit, sucking your bottom lip.” As I talk to her, I slide my fingers gently inside of her pussy, and between every few words, I pause to lick her clit.

“Shit, Lucas,” she moans. “I didn’t think I could again.”

“I knew you could,” I say softly. “You’re built for fucking sex, girl.” I lick her clit softly at first, getting her more into it, being gentle with her. I can sense her getting wetter and wetter, more excited and engaged. I begin to lick her faster, sucking her clit, teasing her, pushing her.

“I thought about my cock between your pretty lips, pushing down your throat. I thought about fucking you in public, making you scared we’ll get caught, and then making you come nice and loud. And most of all, I thought about you calling me Daddy as I came on your pretty face, in your pretty mouth, deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

Her hips get more and more into it as I speak, my tongue pausing only to lick her clit, my fingers gently sliding in and out of her. She gets soaking wet all over again, absolutely dripping, and I know this won’t be difficult, not at all.

Her moans come fast and deep as I keep going, getting faster, taking shorter breaks to talk to her. “Delicious. Absolutely fucking delicious.” I suck and lick her clit, sliding my fingers inside of her. “You’re Daddy’s dirty fucking girl. I want to pull your hair, fuck your pussy rough, make that ass slap against me as I fill your every inch.” I work her again, fingers deep inside of her. I love her moans, coming loud and low and passionate.

“Oh god, Lucas,” she moans, her fingers pushing my mouth tighter against her pussy. She starts to work her hips, writhing against my mouth, wanting it faster and more. I can tell she’s getting close.

“Come in Daddy’s mouth,” I say and she throws her head back, eyes closed shut, moans escaping her lips.

“Oh shit, Daddy,” she says. “Go ahead, keep going, I’m so close.”

I press my fingers deeper, fucking her with them faster, while I suck and lick her clit. I’m eating her like a crazed man, because I am absolutely fucking crazy for her. I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

Her whole body tenses as she comes. I love her taste as the orgasm washes over her, making her muscles twitch, her moans come low and deep. She calls me Daddy, over and over again, and my cock is hard as fuck. But this is for her, and I want to leave this with her while I head home.

She finishes slowly, and I move up to kiss her. We kiss like that for a while, slow and passionate and deep, our bodies tight against each other. Slowly, we break apart.

“I have to go,” I say.

She pouts. “I want you to stay.”

“I know. Another night. You’re safe for now though, but make sure the doors are locked, and call if you’re worried.”

She nods a little as I get up. I get dressed and she watches me, still pouting a little bit.

I grin at her and make her come stand with me at the door. I kiss her goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” I say, nodding.

“Good.” We kiss one more time and then I open the door and head out. I give her one last grin before getting into my truck and pulling out.

I feel so fucking good as I pull out and start driving. I don’t think anything can possibly ruin my good mood. There aren’t many cars on the road this late at night, which makes it easy to drive a little faster than normal.

I have a girl now. There’s no denying it. I know she’s not going back to the Carters, absolutely no way. She’s mine, all fucking mine, and they can’t take her away from me even if they fucking tried. I’m going to burn them down, destroy them for what they did to Mia, and then I’ll spit on their dead bodies.

As I drive, my mind drifting between revenge and Mia, a pair of headlights suddenly fills my rearview mirror. I frown as they get closer and closer.

“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself. The guy is driving fast, way too fast, and way too close. We’re on a back road with trees on either side of it, basically a small road through a dense forest, and this guy is driving like a fucking prick.

I slow down a little bit to let him pass, but he doesn’t. The vehicle behind me is a truck, I can see that, about the same size as my own. But he’s not trying to pass. Instead, he’s just driving closer to me.

I honk my horn and wave my arm out the window, trying to get him to go around. But instead, he suddenly jolts forward and slams his vehicle into my bumper, making my truck swerve.

I regain control, cursing. I hit the gas, trying to get away from the psycho, but he doesn’t let up. He goes faster, getting closer to me, as I hurry away from him. The road gets winding and tight up ahead, but he’s not slowing down.

I have to hit a curve going way too fast. I nearly lose control, but I stay on the road. The truck meanwhile sticks right behind me.

As he comes around the bend and onto the next straightaway, he suddenly accelerates forward, pulling up alongside me. I can hear the scream of his engine over the beating of my heart, but just barely.

I look over to my left and I feel anger well up deep inside of me, more anger than I thought I could have.

It’s fucking Dylan Carter. I can see him there, grinning this mad grin, laughing and looking at me. I have to turn away as the next curve comes up. I want to try and accelerate through it, get away from him. I’ll lose this fucker and then kill him out here for trying this insane shit.

But I hit the curve going too fast and I know it. As soon as my truck hits the turn, I can feel that I fucked up. Dylan’s truck swings sharply at the right second, nudging his nose into my tail, sending me spinning.

The last thing I remember is my truck slamming into a tree, and then black.