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Dolly
“Don’t do me any favors,” I say, tugging my arm free from Brandon’s touch.
God, all I want to do is climb up his big, hard body and rub against him. I’m like a bear in heat with the way I want to cuddle and have sex with him. I stomp over to my truck and grab the handle. But suddenly Brandon’s hand comes over mine and he’s dangerously close to me again.
Looking up into his big brown eyes, I can tell he wants me. I’ve known it for a long time now. I might be young, but my mama always said I had an old soul. Boys my own age never interested me, and I always hated that. I wanted to fit in and find love, but it just never happened. The day I saw Brandon on the Johnson farm baling hay with no shirt on, I knew my body had finally found its libido.
I was sixteen, and my brother Ty needed to drop off some equipment for Brandon to borrow. I remember seeing him jump down from the back of his truck, all sweaty and tan. I’d never felt so much as a pulse between my legs before that, but the sight of Brandon that day had my heartbeat drumming out a rhythm on my clit. I had to cross my legs to find some relief, pressing the seam of my jeans tight to me. When he came to my side of the truck and took off his hat, that shaggy blond hair fell around his eyes, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Brandon has starred in every fantasy I’ve ever had. I’ve masturbated to that man so many times, I named my vibrator after him. It’s a tiny little vibe, though, and from what I’ve seen in outline of his jeans, my baby-daddy is packing some heat.
“I’m not doing you any favors, Dolly. You’ve had some drinks and I want to make sure you get home safe.” His voice is deep, and the sun-kissed crinkles around his eyes make him look like Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall.
“You gonna come tuck me into bed, too?” I say, boldly pushing up against his body, which is so close to mine. I have had a few drinks, so the usually flirtatious manner I adopt when I’m around him is in overdrive. “You’ll have to be careful, though, because I sleep naked. Wouldn’t want you doing anything you don’t want to.”
I see his jaw twitch, and I give him a wicked grin. Nothing makes me happier than working him up.
“Goddamn it,” he says, wrapping his hand around my wrist and tugging me behind him to his truck.
“No need to get all grouchy. You can sleep naked, too, if it will make you feel bett—” My words are cut off, and I let out a little squeal as he grabs me by the hips and lifts me into his truck. “Thanks for the boost, Daddy.”
“Don’t call me that,” he says through gritted teeth.
He tells me that every time I say it to him. I either call him Baby-daddy or just plain Daddy. It seems to get under his skin like nothing else, so of course I keep doing it. I randomly called him Baby-daddy one day when he came out to Blake’s farm to pick up a horse. He’d spent the afternoon on the ranch, so naturally I did, too. At one point I was feeding one of the lambs and he asked if he could sit with me. I joked that the lamb was our child, and for a moment we both laughed and played with the little guy pretending to be parents. It was silly, but something in my heart grew that day, and I haven’t been able to let it go since.
Seeing him agitated, I giggle and raise my eyebrows, and he clenches his jaw as he climbs in. He slams the door of the truck and lets out a deep sigh before turning to me.
“Dolly, I swear on all that is holy, that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day. One day real soon.” The look in his eyes is so intense, I can’t help but push just a bit more.
“Can you tell me how much longer? A girl has needs.” I rest my hand on his thigh, and he jerks under my touch.
This is a bold move for me, seeing as how I’ve never so much as laid a hand on a man before, let alone on Brandon, the star of all my dirty fantasies. But the tequila is making me feel all kinds of brave, and so I go for broke. Leaning in, I whisper against his neck and ask him something I’ve always wanted to know.
“Are you mad that I call you Daddy because you don’t like it, or are you mad because you do?” My lips are so close to his neck that they graze his warm skin, and he shivers under my touch.
I want to push him harder and further so he’ll admit the truth, but I don’t get the chance. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back in the cab of his truck, with his big body over me. My body ignites, but I’m thrown off balance. It’s one thing to be pushing Brandon’s buttons, but it’s another to finally have a reaction from him. My body and my head can’t keep up, and I’m lost for words as I feel his delicious weight on me.
“You know I like it,” he says through clenched teeth. “You know damn well that I more than like it when you call me that. Because it reminds me of everything I want to do to you.”
One of his hands comes to my hip, and it’s gripping me so tight it’s nearly painful. But I don’t dare speak a word and break this moment. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of. Finally. Finally, he’s going to make love to me and give me what I’ve been not-so-quietly begging for all these years.
“But I’m too old for you, Dolly. And you’re too good for me. You deserve a man who can give you the world, and not settle for the first person you had a crush on.”
Dark regret fills his eyes, and I want to cry. I want to curl into a ball and wail at his rejection, but I wasn’t raised that way. I’m not the type of girl to shed a tear, and it damn sure won’t be over a man. I didn’t cry when I got thrown off a horse when I was nine and all my brothers were watching. I didn’t cry when my first pet cow, Missy, died when I was twelve. So I damn sure won’t be crying because Brandon Knight has a stick up his ass about fucking me.