“He was actually very nice about it and maybe if I hadn’t asked him…”
“Asked him what, Butterfly?”
“I asked him how he could sleep with me and make love to me all this time if he was truly in love with another woman…” she murmurs, her voice cracking and so quiet that I have to strain to hear it.
“Butterfly…” I murmur, my heart torn. As her father, it’s up to me to protect her and keep her from hurt. That’s always been my job…
“I look like her, Daddy. All this time, I was in love with him and he was with me because…” she breaks off, taking a shuddering breath, her body trembling against me as she lets herself cry. “I looked like her.”
I hold Lyla closer, letting her cry it out. I’m going to kill this asshole.
Kill.
Him.
15
Grunt
“When you said we were going on a ride, I don’t know what I expected…”
“Yeah?” I laugh, knowing what is coming next.
“Miniature golf, Luke? Really!?!”
“You don’t like golf, Red?” I laugh as she puts her ball down and tries to judge the best way to get the ball into the clown’s mouth for the final round.
“I didn’t say that and since I’m beating your ass, I think you can tell I like it,” she mumbles. “It just doesn’t seem like your idea of unwinding.”
“Okay, I’ll bite, baby. What do you think I do to unwind?”
“I don’t know,” she says with a shrug, turning to look at me. She’s smiling, there’s a twinkle in her eyes and I see the happiness there and my chest grows tight. Jasmine has no idea how beautiful she really is. “I imagined something a little more…manly.”
“Are you having doubts about my manhood, Red?” I question with a knowing smirk. I woke her up this morning with my head buried between her legs. I’m pretty damn sure she can’t have complaints in that department—purely judging by the way she screamed out my name as she came, but with Jasmine, anything is possible.
“Mmm… no…,” she says, and for some reason, I get the idea that she’s toying with me.
“Would it make you feel better, if after we left here, we went to the garage at the club and I rebuilt an engine or something for you?” I mutter.
She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head no and for some reason that makes me laugh.
“That’s so boring and messy really. Although, if you were naked and covered in oil, that might be a little sexy.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, wondering how this woman can make my balls ache in the middle of a place that’s swarming with screaming kids. She knows her power over me too, because when her gaze drifts up from my hard cock, which thankfully is mostly disguised by my pants, she’s smiling at me.
“Got a problem there, Grunt?” she teases.
“What did I tell you about using that name, Red?”
“Maybe I want punished,” she murmurs, giving up all pretense of golfing and walking toward me.
“Christ woman, didn’t you get enough this morning.”
“Not even close,” she says, shaking her head no.
“You’re playing with fire, Red. Be careful you don’t get burned.”
“What happens if I get burned?” she murmurs, studying my face.
“Red,” I groan, knowing this woman has me by the balls, but not really giving a fuck. I haven’t been inside of her body since that first night. Somehow, I can still taste her on my lips. I need her and I’ve been denying myself, trying only to give her pleasure—maybe because I know that I’m going to use her to find out who this asshole is that hurt Lyla. It’s not right and I know she’ll get hurt, but I don’t have a lot of choices right now.
“Grunt,” she sing-songs.
“Luke,” I correct her.
“Whoopsie, I guess I messed up, didn’t I?”
“Jasmine,” I mumble when her hand comes down between us. She flattens her hand against my cock, pressing in against the rigid outline.
“Are you going to punish me now?”
“Is that what you want, Red? Do you want me take you right here where anyone can see me fuck you?”
She looks up at me then, and I swear to God her fucking eyes are glowing. Her teeth come down on her bottom lip and damn, I can see the hunger on her face, and I know it’s the same reflected on mine.
“Well, maybe not right here…” she murmurs, looking around.
I pull her up in my arms, holding her under her legs and across her back. Golf all but forgotten, the clubs falling to the concrete with a clang. I can barely hear them, the sound of Jasmine’s soft laugh is echoing in my ears as she kisses on my neck, not giving a damn who is watching us.
I take her behind the building where you rent the golf balls and clubs, thanking God it’s there. Luckily when we get there, it’s empty. I let her slide to the ground, wedging her up against the building and my body. My head goes down as I undo my belt, unable to wait a minute longer.
“Take those shorts off, Red,” I order, my voice rumbling out like a hungry lion on the prowl.
“Way ahead of you, baby,” she replies and my gaze jerks away to look at her. Her shorts are undone—she’s kicked them off, along with her panties. From where I’m standing, I can see the wetness against the lips of her pussy. Her breathing is ragged, and her nipples are so hard they’re pushing against her shirt. All this and I haven’t fucking touched her. What is it between us that ignites like this? I can’t wrap my head around it. She’s a fire in my blood and her heat burns me, makes me whole.
“Tell me you’re ready for me, Red,” I practically beg, grabbing my cock and rubbing the head against her wet entrance.
“Carrying me over here was foreplay, Luke. Quit talking and fuck me,” she coos into my ear, bringing one of her legs up to rest on my hip. She bites into the lobe of my ear as I push inside of her. She cries out in pleasure as I bury myself to the hilt. “So good,” she moans, as I put my hands on her thighs and heft her up. She locks her legs around me and somehow my cock shifts deeper.
“So fucking good,” I breathe out my agreement, as I take a minute to just savor how she feels, not moving a muscle. Her body trembles, the walls of her pussy flutter against my cock, and her fingernails bite into my back.
“I need you to move, Luke,” she whimpers, already trying to rock against me and move on my cock.
“You’re like a kitten with claws, so sweet to pet…” I grunt into her ear, as I start fucking her.
“God,” she moans, her entire body trembling. “It feels so good. You feel so good,” she whimpers, as we move together. It’s then that it hits me. I’ve never believed in it before, but if love is real, then I could love Jasmine.
I start moving faster, her pussy clenching on my shaft as I fuck her harder.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Red. Not going anywhere,” I promise her, as I grind against her. I kiss along her neck, letting my teeth tease her skin, while I never stop thrusting in and out of her, pushing us both to the edge.