Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Still confused, I hop in my truck, eager to get far away from the house. All sorts of thoughts are crashing through my head, and my immediate instinct is to go find a woman of my own. Maybe I’m just one good fuck away from putting all this nonsense behind me, and an earthshaking climax is what I need.
But even as the thought crosses my mind, I know it’s pointless. I’ve tried sleeping with other women before to rid myself of my beautiful stepdaughter, but it’s no use because no other woman can hold a candle to her. That unique combination of sensational, sassy curves and her innocent, angelic nature is completely and utterly irresistible. Elle has ruined me. So how am I ever supposed to find happiness again, especially now that she’s chosen Alex?
“This is so fucked up,” I deride myself with disgust. “She was never yours to begin with. Elle can sleep with whomever she wants. After all, why would she want your saggy ass, with all your baggage when she can have a virile young alpha male with his whole life ahead of him? You’ve been married twice already, motherfucker. And one of those times was to her mother.”
I shake my head, hating myself because of course Elle wants Alex. They’re about the same age, and in the first bloom of life. Compared to him, I’m practically a dinosaur. She and Alex probably follow each other on all that social media bullshit, liking and sharing stuff. They probably laugh about all kinds of trends and viral crap I’m entirely unaware of. Why didn’t I see this sooner?
Besides, Alex is a handsome guy, and even I have to acknowledge that. He’s tall, muscular, and strong. The asshole works out like a fiend, and I’ve seen how his chest resembles a wall, with broad shoulders to boot. I’ve seen his six pack, and I’ve even noticed the length of his member beneath the loose shorts he wears when working out. Alex is fucking huge, and his massive bulge is hard not to notice.
But it’s not just the physical. My adopted son is no idiot either. Alex is an excellent mechanic with a knack for fixing all sorts of things, and only at the beginning of his career. He could easily leave North Auto at any point and go off to start his own business. Even worse, it’s clear he’d be very successful. The man can work magic with his hands, and does so on our clients’ vehicles every day.
But I can’t swallow this situation without doing something. I want Elle to be happy, of course, but if Alex is the one she’s chosen, I need her to tell me. I need to hear the words from her own lips. It’s the mature thing to do, after all.
Really, Hunter, the voice in my head scoffs again. You’re mature? More like you’re a raunchy old bastard who will make any excuse to claim your stepdaughter for yourself.
I shake my head roughly. The voice is right and yet I can’t help myself because I want Elle too much. After all these months of texting, of yearning, of holding back, or waiting for the right moment, it’s come to this? All this time of wrestling with myself, trying to do the right thing by denying myself the truth? When I don’t even know what the truth is, because I haven’t allowed myself to admit it?
Snorting angrily, I get into my truck again, and for the second night in a row, I drive aimlessly through Allentown, thinking and ruminating. I try to rationalize the idea of Elle with Alex, but it still makes me angry. In fact, I start to rage, and the testosterone clouds my judgment. I can’t erase the image of Alex plowing my Elle like that, his cock squeezing in and out of where mine should have been. I feel like such a fool for not wanting to take Elle’s virginity. But now she’s fucking him?
Adrenaline floods my veins and I know that I can’t go home yet. I don’t trust myself to be around Alex; I fear I might lose it on him if I see him. And destroying him would only make things worse because the woman we both want would be horrified with such brutish behavior.
The best thing I can do is to spend the night at a motel tonight, and tomorrow, I’ll take matters into my own hands. Because I’m not standing on the sidelines while my son fucks my stepdaughter. Elle belongs to me, and it’s only a matter of time before I claim her for myself.
9
Hunter
I want to look good for my sweet girl, so I take especial care with my appearance. Fuck work. I’m not going into the body shop today, so there’s no need for coveralls. Instead, I’m dressed in a pair of faded black jeans, and a denim shirt with rolled up sleeves that show off my bronzed, muscular forearms. My hair is styled back, with just a slick of gel, and I’ve got sunglasses on. Effortlessly casual and cool. That’s the look I’m going for today.