Grayson
I’D HAD A boner since touching her silky skin. Fuck. I shouldn’t feel this way about Gillian. She was Travis’s daughter. My best friend’s little girl.
Okay, Gillian wasn’t so little anymore. In three months, she’d turn twenty. She was all woman with gentle curves I wanted to lick. Modest breasts I wanted to suck on. A virgin pussy I wanted to own.
Stop it, perv. She’s off-limits. Forbidden.
Wait.
She said she was hit on daily. The thought made my heart gallop in my chest. I wanted to murder every guy who’d ever eye-fucked her. Claim her as mine. Own her body.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. I was seriously fucked in the head, right?
Billy giggled, jerking me back to the present. I followed his gaze over to Gillian. Another fucker was talking to her. I fisted my hands, biting down on my back molars. Yeah, this crazy, fucked-up feeling slashing my insides wasn’t foreign. It’d been ever-present with Gillian the last couple of years.
I never thought of her as anything but little Gillian Barrett, my best friend’s daughter. I wouldn’t let myself go there when she turned sixteen. I fought the stirring inside me tooth and nail. Tried to fuck her out of my head with dozens of women. I’d thought it had worked for a while. But then, her senior year of high school arrived and she’d blossomed in every direction. I hated myself for defiling her in my dreams, even though I couldn’t control them.
A part of me was relieved when she graduated high school and went away to college. The other part of me missed the shit out of her.
Every time Travis brought her up or showed me a selfie she posted on Instagram, depression hit me hard. I’d bury myself in work while at the station. On my days off, I’d make up excuses for why I couldn’t hang out with the guys. When a lady I’d gone out with texted for a booty call, I’d ignore her. I’d be freefalling for days in a black abyss, unable to get Gillian out of my head.
Fuck, I’d even jerk off to her for weeks on end.
Now she was home, more gorgeous than the last time I saw her. My cock shouldn’t react to her this way. I shouldn’t want her. Why did the one woman who made me want more than a one-night stand have to be the daughter of my closest friend? It wasn’t fucking fair.
She giggled with a radiant smile, twisting onto her side to face the dude. Was she fucking with me now? Trying to make me jealous?
Jesus Christ, it was working.
Her white bikini bottom crept up her round, pert ass. Fuck. I grabbed my cock, squeezing it through my trunks. Thank God I was in the water, so no one saw the hard-on I had for her.
Billy nudged my arm, scowling. “He’s the third guy to talk to her since we got here. Is it because of the bathing suit she’s wearing?”
“The third guy, huh?” I flicked my gaze to Gillian. She was hotter than hot, sprawled out on the chaise. Her blonde tresses were piled high in a bun on the top of her head. Her graceful neck called to my lips. I could imagine her long, trim legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her sweet pussy. I wanted to hear her cry out my name,Grayson, Grayson, Grayson.
Damn, I wanted her. Needed her. But now wasn’t the time to think about fucking her.
“Mhm. None of them were cool though. Gillian deserves better, you know.”
Such a smart kid. I patted Billy’s back. “Yeah, she deserves the best, buddy.” I rubbed the burning spot over my heart and swallowed. I hated being too damn old for her.
“I don’t know why she’s so nice. Look at her; she’s bored.”
This kid didn’t miss anything.
Gillian was a prize, no question. I was shocked she hadn’t been taken off the market. A beautiful girl like her usually had a guy—someone to fend off the masses.
Well, I didn’t like the scene playing out in front of me. Nope, not one fucking bit. I might have no place getting worked up over Gillian talking to other dudes, but I sure as hell wouldn’t sit on the sidelines in agony.
“How about pizza for dinner?” I asked Billy, knowing the kid could eat pepperoni pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Yeah! Can we watch a movie?”
“Sure. Let’s make it a Marvel marathon night.” Score two more points for me. I knew Billy’s likes and dislikes as I would my own kid.
Gillian glanced at Billy going nuts over my suggestion. He wouldn’t last through the second movie. Swimming knocked him out early.
What was I doing? Was I seriously concocting a plan to be alone with Gillian? I would burn in hell for it. Travis would kill me.