Idiscreetly adjust myself in the Range Rover that’s part of my best friend’s fleet of cars. I’ve got money saved up to buy something myself, but I haven’t had the chance yet. I haven’t let Sadie out of my sight. Not once.
Having her this close to me only made things more difficult. Add in the fact that we were alone and it doubled the difficulty. All I had to do was move my hand off the stick shift, to put it on her thigh, to let her know how I feel.
Her having on that dress definitely makes my balls feel fuller than normal. The damn things ache, needing release. Her sweet scent fills the car, something of a mix that’s sugary and floral in the same scent.
I swallow three times consecutively, my mouth watering profusely as my throat feels like it’s constricting so hard I can’t even speak.
She turns her head to look out the window and I don’t waste a second looking over at her, running my eyes up and down her body, memorizing every delicious curve. God, how I want to run my tongue over every inch of her, taste every nook and cranny, and make her scream with pleasure. The pleasure only I can give her.
I shift in my seat again, dipping my hand in-between my legs to try and adjust myself so I can get some relief. I fail miserably and she looks back over.
I pull my hand out from between my legs, placing it on the steering wheel next to the other. I grip the damn thing so hard the leather wrap creaks.
“Everything okay over there?” she asks.
“Yeah, just a bit warm in here.”
Her twitching fingers grab the bottom of her already short dress, lifting it from her midthigh upward.
Closing my eyes for a split second I breathe out, my chest tightening as her visual torture makes me feel like she’s got my entire body in a vice grip.
“Here!” she says and I pull off to the side of the road, almost driving right past the stop despite knowing exactly where I was going. To say I was distracted is the understatement of the year.
I pull up to the house, my eyes narrowing at the visuals of people in the front yard in their damn swimsuits, jumping into the pool as people kiss in the bushes and music blasts.
“This isn’t the place for a senator’s daughter,” I announce, trying to appeal to logic when realistically it simply isn’t the place for her. Mine.
“I’m single. I can do whatever I want,” she says.
Reaching for her door she grabs it and goes to put her shoulder into the door and jump out but I grab her arm and pull her back.
“Hold yourself to the standard your family has set, and what I expect.”
“You expect?” She raises her eyebrows. “You’re not my father.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over my knee and spank you if I need to.”
Her challenging expression slides into a devilish smile. “Promise?”
Suddenly there’s a knock on her door.
“Hey, Sadie,” the muffled sound from outside calls out as she pounds on the window. “Open up. It’s me. Ally.”
We hold eye contact until she slowly presses down on the handle and looks to the side. I take in the sight of this girl who seems to know her, looking at her costume, including complete face paint despite the fact we’re nowhere near Halloween yet.
She’s dressed like the devil and I know that’s exactly the kind of influence she’s going to be on my angel.
The military side of me rears its head. I want to pull rank on Sadie, but there’s no such thing in the civilian world. I want to pull her aside and talk to her about respect, but people here clearly aren’t showing themselves much, if any at all. This is a hedonic place to cut loose, and I don’t like it one bit.
The idea of taking her away from all of this and telling her she can’t be a part of this, that she should respect me because I’m her elder, and that I’m a freakin’ SEAL veteran who could end all the boys in this place if I needed to, crosses my mind.
But what I really want is to get her away from everyone and kiss her so hard she doesn’t want any of this due to her own choosing. I want her to choose me and only me, not this debaucherous college life bull shit.
But that can’t happen unless I make my intentions known, which immediately would get me kicked out of her house, losing access to her and my best friend, the man whose family took me in.
Can’t. Do. It.
No matter how much I want to.