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Chapter Two

As I made us something to eat, I was incredibly thankful for the time alone to gather my thoughts—remind myself of exactly who I am. I'm Emmett McCarty. I'm Edward Masen's best friend. So why the fuck can't I stop imaging his daughter's long legs wrapped around me as I fuck her on this counter as she moans my name?

It's like there's something wrong with me. My cock is at half-mast—that in itself is fucking amazing. It should be bursting out of my jeans, but thankfully, at forty-two, I have mastered some level of control. Hurray.

"Something smells good," Rose chimed, coming down the stairs, still wearing that tight little white tank top but now wearing a pair of flimsy gym shorts too. Her tits jiggle with every step she takes, taunting me.

Smiling at her, I quickly served up breakfast: sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, and beans—Rosie has never shied away from food. It's one of the things that she and Nessa have in common.

Not that I'd ever tell her that.

After I slide the plate in front of her, Rose tucks in like she hasn't eaten in days.

I sit down opposite her, grateful that the granite countertop hides my enormous erection. The sounds she is making are downright sexual — sinful. And when she sucks a sausage into her mouth, her tongue laving the outer flesh, I have to bite back my groan, teeth digging into the inside of my cheek.

Clearing my throat, I decided to make some small talk. "How long were you planning on staying here for?"

The peach blush that covered her cheeks let me know she didn't have a plan. Coming down here had been a knee-jerk reaction.

"I'm not really sure." She shrugged her shoulders. "I just wanted to get away from it all." Picking up her piece of toast, Rose nibbled on the corner of it.

"Your dad told me you and Nessa had a fight. Do you want to tell me what it was about?"

Rose let out a massive sigh. "Is it really that big a deal?"

"When it causes you to take up and leave like this, then yes. It is, Baby Girl."

"But you work with her."

I had to chuckle at that. "Just because I work with her, doesn't mean I can't listen to you vent about your sister." She certainly moans about you.

"Half-sister," Rose corrected.

I held my hands up in a defensive position before eating some more of my breakfast.

"We had a fight about the usual stuff. I grew up in a happy little family, and she was his dirty little secret." She rolled her pretty blue eyes.

It didn't seem like a huge argument, but Nessa and Rose had a way of riling each other up to the point where they might even tear each other's hair out.

I understood the conflict from both sides. Rose had grown up with her dad, who, to assuage his guilt of having another family, threw money at her and her mother, Tanya. Nessie and her mother didn't share the same lifestyle. They only saw Edward on weekends when he came home from 'business'—conveniently, it was also the same time that Edward told Tanya he had to go away on business. Fucker basically lived a double life. I still marvelled at how he managed it for sixteen years.

The girls fought over the fact that neither of them really had a father, that Bella and Nessie were the reason Edward and Tanya got a divorce, that Rose was the reason Edward married Tanya in the first place. It was a whole load of fuckery. An entire encyclopedia of insults.

"One day, you two are going to get along so well, you'll send your dad into shock," I told her, making her giggle.

Neither had any clue just how similar they were. And God help Edward if they ever figured that out.

"What were your plans for today?" I asked, finishing up the last of the food on my plate.

"I was thinking about sunbathing for a bit, maybe a dip in the hot tub, just trying to chill, really."

Whilst both of those things sounded wonderful, they also sounded like my own personal version of hell. Rose in a bikini? Rose wet and in a bikini?

Despite the erection that was currently trying to rip its way out of my jeans and right into her tight pussy, I nodded. "That sounds great." My voice was tight. I just hoped she didn't notice.

Tell me, does relaxing on the beach, the red hot sun bearing down on you, sound like your idea of heaven?

I used to think it was.

But that was before I was lying here, forced to endure the torture that was seeing Rose in a bikini. A red bikini. It clung to her perfect body. The triangles covering her breasts were almost too small, and I knew that if she went in the water, I'd be able to see her delicious nipples poking at the material. The bottoms of her bikini revealed more of her pert ass than should have been legal. The pale globes enticed me, drawing me in, making me want to slap them, watch as they wobble and then bite down, marring the otherwise perfect skin with my teeth.

Earlier, she'd asked me to put sunscreen on her and, Jesus fuck. It was one of the most punishing experiences of my life. Her skin was baby-soft under my fingertips, the sunscreen making my fingers glide over her pale flesh effortlessly. The urge to dip my fingers into the sides of her bikini top and then lower was undeniable. My cock got impossibly hard just thinking about it.

I had to pull away when I noticed I was leaning closer, her sweet cherry scent hitting my nostrils and clouding my thoughts.

"All done," I'd croaked out, laying myself face down in the sand and waiting for my cock to bury a hole to China.

That had been half an hour ago, and I had been intensely aware of every fucking move she made since.

Sitting up, Rose looked at me. She had her hands behind her, propping the top half of her body upwards, her breasts sticking out, not helping the situation with my cock in the slightest. "Why have I never met any of your girlfriends?"

"What?" It surprised me. The question seemed to come out of nowhere. I jerked my face from my towel and met her eyes.

"I've never met any of your girlfriends. Why?"

Feeling like I was under a microscope, I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really date."

Rose's beautiful little face actually looked downcast. "Oh."

A strange feeling worked its way into my chest. It felt tight, and looking at Rose, I suddenly realised what it was; panic.

I didn't want Rose to get the wrong fucking idea.

"I mean, I've never met anyone that I've wanted to date," I rushed to clarify. Women were fantastic. Their soft bodies felt amazing, and their sweet lips could soothe even the gruffest of men. But none of them made me feel… special. They made my cock ache. They made me hard and got me off. Yet, they didn't stir any other feelings inside me. Sure, it might be harsh and fucking crass. And up until very recently, it was completely true.

Rose levelled me with a look. It felt as if she were looking right through me, as if she could see into the depths of my soul. Like she was seeing all those things that I never told anyone.

"Do you think you'll ever meet someone you'll want to date?" Her teeth dug into her lip, and once again, I wanted to stop her, put my thumb against her plump mouth, feel her tongue tease the tip of my finger.

"Yeah." My voice was low.

It felt like we were having a moment. Or it did until these little shits walking up the beach wolf-whistled at Rose, fisting their pathetic little cocks through their board shorts.

"Fuck off!" I shouted, my deep voice carrying across the beach and obviously scaring them as their faces fell and they ran down the sand as soon as they laid eyes on me.

"And you, cover up," I said, slightly more tersely than I had anticipated, throwing Rose's white wrap at her.

Pulling her glasses down to the tip of her nose, the sassy little brat pouted her perfect lips. She looked like a fucking porn star, begging for my cock to be shoved down her throat. Fuck, I'd even let her suck my dick in public. Her dark blue eyes ran over my body. It was as if she knew what she was doing, as if she knew the effect she was having on my cock and was looking for evidence.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

If I thought my cock was hard before, that was nothing compared to the tent I was sporting now. God fucking damnit.

I'm screwed.

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