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Chapter Three
I punched the bag harder and harder, watching it swing away from me and then back again, my fist colliding with the thick leather once more as I worked my frustrations out.
Images of Rose flashed in my mind, and I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to stave them off. Since I had woken up, my cock had been rock hard, nothing managing to satisfy the fucker.
My dreams had been filled with her, sitting on her knees, my cock in her pretty mouth, her eyes watering at my size. She had taken me as deep as she could until I finally exploded inside her throat, my cum dripping out of her delectable little mouth.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
The word replayed over and over in my head, her voice calling out to me, like a siren's song.
I wanted her to scream for me as I fuck her, whisper 'Daddy' as I grabbed her neck and fingered her sweet pussy into oblivion.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
I punched the bag again, pausing to close my eyes and let out a deep breath.
"You're up early."
Her voice cut through me like a hot sword, and before I knew it, I had turned to face her, moving around slightly, so the bag hid the lower half of my body. Rose was wearing pale pink pajamas: a cute little top with a white collar and sleep shorts that ended much higher than I would have liked, giving me a spectacular view of her long legs. I wanted to lick them. Run my tongue across her skin and taste her. Or have them wrapped around my neck; I wasn't fussy.
"Couldn't sleep," I told her bluntly. Sure, it might have been fucking rude, but I was feeling pissed off. Why did my cock choose to inflate to the size of Texas, now? Why did it have to be crazy obsessed over the one fucking woman I couldn't have? Because that's what she was. Unattainable, forbidden, the fucking dream.
Rose walked over to the counters that had been built into the garage and hopped up on them, leaving her dainty little feet dangling in the air.
"Something on your mind?" she asked, her voice filling the quiet space.
Deciding it would be best if I just ignored her and hoped she went away—kind of like a rash—I went back to beating the shit out of the bag, giving her a simple grunt in response.
"Want to talk about it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side slightly, tendrils of gold falling over her shoulders. I was jealous. I wanted to caress her skin there, let my lips slide over the curve of her neck and further down, teasing the tops of her breasts with my tongue as I unbutton her flimsy, silky pajama top. Fuck.
"Nope," I responded, trying my best to keep my voice even. That was most certainly a fucking terrible idea. I'm acting like a total tool.
Yeah—the reason I couldn't sleep, Rosie, is because I've been thinking about fucking you in every way known to man. I want to fuck your mouth, pussy, ass—all of it.
My cock doesn't care one bit that you're my best friend's daughter, about the fact that you're so much younger than me, better than me. He wants you and only you. All of you. I want you. Badly. I crave it.
I'm sure telling her that would go down well… Rosie would probably be completely disgusted, horrified even, and Edward would be down here faster than a teenager blowing his first load. He'd probably even bring the baseball bat he keeps by his front door.
I continued to take out all of my frustrations on the punching bag, my grunts filling the garage.
Rose didn't move, though. I expected her to get up and leave when I stopped paying attention to her, but she didn't. Her eyes stayed on me. I could feel them, burning holes in my body. It turned me on. I had to resist the urge to flex my muscles, because, yeah, I was fucking ripped, in the best fucking shape of my life, and proud of it, too.
I wondered what she saw? Did she see the long hair and tattoos and think what most other people did? That I'm scum, a waste of space? Or could she see deeper than that? See that my tattoos hid my skin and the scars that marked it? Fuck, maybe she even liked the way I looked? Hell, she probably thought I was a pathetic old dude, her father's friend who's babysitting her.
As far as I knew, Rose's body was free from any tattoos. I liked that. That she was pure. Unlike me. But there was something more to it. A more primal urge. Animalistic. I didn't want anyone else seeing her beautiful skin, marking it. If she wanted a tattoo, I wanted to be the one to fucking do it. She'd wear my ink. My mark.
At that thought, my cock got even harder. I could picture her now, in my chair back at the shop, sprawled out, her beautiful eyes on me as I moved around the room.
"Are you ready, Baby Girl?" I'd asked her, rubbing witch hazel over the apex of her inner thigh, where she'd wanted me to mark her with my initials
She'd bit those luscious plump lips. "Yes, Daddy."
Fuck. Nope. Get away from that train of thought.
"Thank you for coming up," Rose finally said, her voice shocking me slightly. Her chest was heaving slightly, nipples poking at her baggy shirt.
I paused and looked at her face. "What?" I was confused as fuck. "Why are you thanking me?"
In one of the most adorable fucking gestures I had ever seen, Rose shrugged her shoulders and bit her bottom lip, tearing her eyes away from me and looking down at the ground, cheeks a little flushed.
"It's nice not to be alone," Rose admitted, her voice quiet. "I...I always felt quite lonely growing up. I like that you came out here. For me. "
On the inside, I was fuming, fuming at Edward and Tanya for making Rose feel like that. Why did Edward have to be such and knobhead and stick his dick in more than one woman? He wasn't there for his daughter physically or emotionally, and Tanya, well, she'd tried, but she'd been busy building her own career. Not that that was any excuse.
"You know I'm always here for you, Rosie. Always have, always will be." I made sure to look her straight in the eye and hoped to God that she could see and feel the sincerity of my words.
"I know," she admitted, giving me a slight little nod of her head.
"Good." I began untaping my hands. "What do you say we go and make some breakfast and then head out into town? I'm sure a bit of retail therapy would help."
Rose liked shopping, but she wasn't one of those girls who walked around stores and bought shit just for the sake of it. Instead, she knew what she wanted and where to get it from. We were similar in that way. Going after what we wanted. Too bad I couldn't go after her.
Beaming up at me, Rose gently got off the counter, her bare feet barely making a noise when they hit the ground before she wandered over to me. She was shorter than me—most people were—the top of her head just coming to my shoulder. I liked it. She'd fit perfectly under my arm.
I was acutely aware of my throbbing cock, and the tent it had formed in my sweats. Traitor.
Reaching out, Rose's small hand slipped into mine and delicately, she began to unwrap the tape from my hands. The simple action rendered me breathless and speechless, like some kind of fucked up moron. All I could do was stand and watch as Rose made something so basic and simple into a sensual show, my body like a live wire.
Delicate hands brushed mine, a wave of fire sliding up my spine. She batted her sweet blue eyes at me, giving me a seductive smile. Baby Girl fucking knew what she was doing.
Balling the tape up, Rose placed it on the weights machine. Then, she turned her attention to me.
I gulped. I fucking gulped. Because every inch of my body was telling me to bend her over right here and now and pound into that sweet cunt of hers until it was red raw from my punishing thrusts and dripping with my cum.
Then, her eyes slid down my body to the very obvious erection I was sporting, making it perfectly fucking clear that she had seen it. And when her eyes returned to my face, the grin she gave me told me that she was perfectly fine with that. Interesting.
Her hand reached out and brushed the bare, sweaty muscles of my abdomen, making me clench them in response.
"I'll see you upstairs," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with… arousal?
Rose left me standing there, panting, hard, and confused as hell as she walked away, swaying her slim little hips, her ass shaking deliciously.
Once she had left the room, I realised I had reached down and had an iron-like grip on my cock.
It was then I knew I was well and truly fucked.
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