I still can’t fucking believe I did that at the table with everyone sitting around. I don’t know what came over me, but the need to touch her was too strong. I’d seen all of Ty’s ranch hands looking at her, and I needed a reminder that she was mine. Only mine to touch. Something to cool my edge and keep me from punching someone right in the mouth for even looking her way.
I sat there talking to Chuck while I played with her pussy. I can’t even remember a goddamn thing he and I talked about. But when I felt Dolly’s little pussy pushing towards a climax, it was like a load of cold water was dumped on me. It was then I remembered where I was and what I was doing.
No one sees that shit but me. I’ve waited fucking years for this moment, and I’m not sharing it with anyone. That shit is mine, just like she is going to be, and I am going to savor watching her cum for the first time. I’ve spent too many years fighting this pull to her, thinking it was wrong, and now that I’m letting go, I don’t think I’ll be able to share her attention very well. Probably won’t even let her out of the bedroom for a month, soaking up every drop I can get. That’s the only thing that’s going to calm me down at this point. Getting her all to myself for a while.
When she first got out of the truck tonight, I felt like someone had punched me right in the gut. I’ve never in my life seen her dress like that before. I couldn’t deal with it. Then when I found out some of the hands were coming over, I had to pull myself away to the bathroom to get myself under control.
All I really got was my dick in my hand as I tried to take the edge off all the lust I was feeling. I barely stroked myself and I was cumming all over my hand. Dolly sure as fuck wasn’t a kid anymore. The girl who showed up tonight was all woman and looking for one thing. I’m just not so sure she was happy when she got it, because she tore out of here fucking pissed, thinking she could get away from me.
Oh, Dolly is about to get what she’s been asking for all these years. The floodgates are open, and nothing will stop me from having her now. Not even her.
8
Dolly
He’s back faster than I expected, with a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and a hard look on his face. He throws it in the back of the truck and then comes around to the driver’s side and gets in.
“Brandon, what in the damn hell are you doing? Let me out of this truck,” I snap at him, but there’s no real power behind my words. I didn’t even try to get out when he stormed back in the house. I don’t know if it was because I was still stunned or because I didn’t want to test him.
“Nope,” he says, not looking at me as he cranks it up and pulls out of Ty’s driveway.
I cross my arms and let out a huff, and it only takes me a moment to realize where we are headed.
“You’re taking me home?” I nearly screech. Well, isn’t that just a big fuck off. His jealousy is so thick he wants to make sure that my ass is at home. Alone.
He doesn’t speak as he gets out, grabs his duffel bag, and throws it over one shoulder. He comes to my side and unlocks the door. I protest, and he rolls his eyes, pulling me out and throwing me over his other shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“You put me down right this second or I swear to God, I’ll call my brothers and have them get your ass off my land.” I throw the threat at him.
SMACK!
My ass burns, and I let out a squeak. I can’t believe he just spanked me! A whole new side of Brandon showed up tonight, and I’m not sure what to do with this.
“Simmer down, little lamb. We’re going to have a chat.”
I bite my lip because as much as that hurt, I kind of liked it, and I’m afraid if he does it again, I might moan.
He unlocks my front door and carries me inside, kicking the door shut and then setting the alarm.
“How did you know the code?” I pause as my thoughts catch up. “Hey! You have a freaking key?!” I ask, seriously worried about my security here.
“There’s not a fucking thing I don’t know about you.”
He drops his bag in the living room and finally puts me down, standing me up in front of him. I put my hands on my hips as fire rises in my chest. I want to slap him and kiss him all at the same time.
“Bran—”
“No,” he says, cutting me off. “You let me talk. You need to hear what I have to say.”
I roll my eyes and tap my foot, waiting, pretending I don’t care, when really inside I’m freaking out. What he always has to say is that I’m too young or some shit like that. Thinking he knows what’s best for me. Or worse, what if he says something about us having a fling and getting this out of our systems? I think that would hurt worse than him saying I’m too young. At least that meant he was worried about me. That he cares. But the idea of a fling makes it all feel cheap. That he doesn’t have these love feelings like I do and that this is all just lust for him. That would break my heart.
“I’ve wanted you from the second I saw you. When you were too goddamn young for me to be thinking about you the way I did. I waited and bided my time. When you turned eighteen, all I wanted to do was to finally claim you and make you mine. You’ve been driving me insane with how you call me Daddy and the way you play with me. You absolutely love pushing my buttons and testing my patience.” He takes a breath, closing his eyes like he’s still picturing it. “But I thought you deserved better than me, so I didn’t take what I wanted. More than wanted. I had respect for your brothers and for you, and I didn’t want to ruin you, Dolly. I wanted you to stay clean and pure. Not be with some bastard who doesn’t even know how you begin to give you a family. I don’t even really know what a family is. And I know that’s what you want. White-picket fence and kids running all over the place, all of that.”