chapter one
Ajax
My chest tightens painfullyas I watch the live camera feed of my little angel sleeping sweetly in her bed. Her bed is a soft pink with lacy ruffles, and there's a gauzy white canopy hanging down all around it. She sleeps in a beautiful princess bed, looking exactly like a piece of candy at the store that your mother told you you couldn't have, yet you still wanted to reach out and slip it into your pocket when no one was looking, the temptation that you longed to take for yourself even if you knew you couldn't have it.
She’s forbidden fruit.
If she was any younger, she’d be jailbait.
Of course, my Olivia isn't jailbait. She's legal—barely legal but legal. I made sure to ask her the first time I laid eyes on her and my cock got harder than a steel rod in my pants.
I've never felt such a potent surge of lust crash through me at the mere sight of a woman. The first time she skipped over to me with that long, honey-colored hair, those innocent blue eyes, and that tight young body that's enough to get me locked back up, precum started leaking out of my cock. That's something that's never happened to me before. Just looking at a woman has never been enough to have me ready to bust all in my pants like an untried schoolboy, but Olivia…
Fuck, Olivia…
She's the prettiest, most perfect little thing I've ever seen.
She'd be worth going to jail for…
Those kinds of thoughts should scare me. I never want to be locked up again. Being in the pen is a bitch.
I roll my shoulders and stretch my arms out in front of me, cracking my knuckles.
I was always buff, but I’m even more muscular now after my stint in the pen. I've always lifted weights, but in prison, there's nothing to do to make the time pass other than work out, which I did incessantly.
My body is a well-honed machine. I know I'm a big, scary-looking motherfucker, but Olivia—sweet, beautiful Olivia—has never been afraid of me. No, she skipped right up to that fence that separates her house from the lawn I mow and introduced herself and proceeded to chatter away like she didn't have a care in the world—like she couldn't see all the prison tattoos decorating my bare chest and both arms.
She's the first person since I've gotten out who’s treated me like a normal human being, who didn't give me wary eyes for being so big and bulky, who didn't immediately look at me like what I am—a felon.
It wasn't hard to slip past her parents’ security system and bug the house while they were away. Oh, I have no interest in watching what her parents are doing, but I need to be able to see Olivia at all times so I can make sure she's okay. I of all people know the terrors that can happen to a young girl, even if she thinks she’s safe in her own home.
My jaw clenches as I think back on the reason I went to prison in the first place. That's never going to happen to my Olivia. Not on my watch. I might not have been able to protect my sister, but I got vengeance for her.
I know Olivia's parents warned her away from me. I can still remember her father's mask of rage and the suspicious look on his face when he came outside and saw his innocent young daughter talking to me across the fence that separated his yard from his neighbor's.
I knew right then and there that I'd never be cutting his lawn or doing any sort of work for him. The man doesn't want me anywhere near his daughter, and I can't say I really blame the guy based on my criminal record alone. It's only one conviction, but it's a pretty big one. Olivia’s father is another one of those who judge without knowing the full story.
Not Olivia, though. She didn't heed her father's warning. No, my pretty little princess kept sneaking out to come talk to me while I worked. It doesn't matter if it’s sunny outside or not because her smile is enough to light up my entire world on the gloomiest day. I live for those moments when she comes skipping out the back door and prances over to the fence with that beautiful smile.
God, the first time she said my name in that pretty little voice, I swear I camethisclose to nutting in my pants. I definitely shot a stream of precum. I went home with a stain on my boxers and then jacked off three times in a row to the memory of her voice saying my name.
And that's what she does to me. I don't even have to imagine her naked. I can just picture her little face, remember the way her breathy little voice sounds, and that's enough to have me coming harder than I've ever come in my entire life.
I know she wants me too. I see the way her eyes flick over my shoulders and my bare chest. I see the way she bites her lip when sweat glistens on my skin. I even see the way she smashes those pretty little thighs together like she's trying to ease the ache between them. I’d bet my life the poor baby has never had a proper orgasm before. She might not even know what her body needs, but I sure as hell do, and I’d give my life to give it to her.
My cock is always so hard every time I’m around her. All she has to do is be in my presence, and the fucker is trying to bust through my pants, straining to get to what I already know is an unpopped little cherry, and dammit, that ismycherry. It’smineto pop.
The thought of another man stuffing his dick between her thighs makes me murderous with rage. I know Olivia feels this pull between us. That's why she disobeyed her father and sneaks out to come speak a few words to me when she sees me working at the house next door.
Olivia is a good girl. She just graduated high school, and she was always a straight-A student. Her parents have it planned for her to go to college, but something tells me that's not what she wants to do. She looks less than enthusiastic when she talks about her future at the university.
Yes, I know she wants me too, but a lifetime of falling in line and doing what her parents have told her to do is holding her back. She might sneak out for a few moments to speak to me across the fence, but she's not brave enough to jump across that line yet. Every time I've asked her to sneak away with me, let me take her out for a bite to eat or a walk in the park oranything—anything just to get her alone and spend some time with her without having to look over our shoulders for her parents—she bites her lip, her eyes looking torn and sadly declines, saying that she’s sorry but she can't. I can see in her eyes that she truly is.
That’s why I don't give her a hard time about it. I've contented myself with watching her from afar and taking whatever crumbs she throws me. I'm like a dog desperate for anything I can get from her. I'll be in her life however I can take it. I’m her silent protector, watching her over the live feeds I have set up in her house, and when she goes out, I'm in the shadows, following an unseen distance behind her to make sure nobody messes with my girl.
And I truly was content with that—until tonight. Until I saw her slip her fingers underneath her little cotton panties. I watched her stroke that little virgin pussy. I could tell she was unsure of what to do, just following her instincts, and god help me, but I couldn't stop myself from pulling my hard cock from my pants and stroking along with her.
I was ready to nut after three pumps, but I held back, only wanting to come when she did, and when she came and whispered my name on her lips, my spend ripped up violently from my balls and shot three feet in the air with my surprise.
Knowing that she was thinking ofmewhen she was touching herself, that thoughts ofmeare what ultimately got her off, that’s what ultimately sealed my decision. It was a game-changer.
Olivia isn't brave enough to be with me on her own. She’s too afraid of disobeying her parents and disappointing them to make that decision on her own.
So, I'll make it for her.