Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
“So…this is what I got in Croatia, Daddy.” And with no more hesitation, Mandy turns around, lifts the hem of my T-shirt, and I see it.
On her lower back is a tattoo—what some might call a “tramp stamp”—of my name with a little heart beneath it.
My jaw drops.
As her legal guardian, I should be irate. A tattoo without asking me first? And of my name? What are people going to think if they see that?
But as me—Cooper Collins—I couldn’t be more turned on. My cock flexes beneath my pants as I picture her bent over with me gripping her by the hips, staring down at my name imprinted on her beautiful lower back.
“D-daddy?” Mandy asks, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”
THE END
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Rescued By the Roughneck
Jess was on her way home on a stretch of long Texas highway when suddenly her car breaks down on the side of the road with a busted fuel gauge and no gas in the tank. On top of that, she’s got no cell service to call for help. What she does have, is a big, muscled, Texas roughneck who offers to give her a place to stay for the night.
Liam is smitten when he sees the beauty stranded on the side of the road in front of him. He knows immediately she’s not from around here, and that there’s little chance of a blue-collar guy like him getting an upper-class stunner like her. But what choice does she have other than take shelter with him until morning?
But Liam has no intention of letting Jess go tomorrow. He’s been waiting until just the right time to start building the perfect future for himself, and with this sweet
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Mandy
“Daddy?” He’s just standing there looking at my tattoo, but he hasn’t said anything in at least twenty seconds, and it’s getting slightly awkward. “Daddy?” I say, much louder this time.
That seems to work. He blinks and looks up at me and gives me a sort-of smile.
“Huh? Uhm…I mean, you really should have asked me first, Mandy.”
Uh oh. Mandy? He only calls me by my name when he’s upset. Usually, he just calls me honey or sweetie or something like that.
“You’re mad?” I say, tilting my head down and looking up at him with a flutter of my eyelids.
“Well…no,” he replies, but I can tell he’s lying. “I mean—a tattoo is a big deal, and I just think you should have run it by me first.”
Sarah shifts her feet uncomfortably beside me, clearly not wanting to get stuck in the middle of something she’s not a part of.
“But I’m eighteen now, Daddy. Don’t you think that’s a little much?” I ask him. “Do I really have to ask permission for every little thing?”
“But a tattoo isn’t a little thing, Mandy,” he replies. “And can you please call me Cooper?”
“You…you don’t like it when I call you Daddy?” I ask him. Cooper glances over at Sarah and then back to me and sort of shakes his head.
“I just think…well, I’m not really your dad, am I?”
Okay, this isn’t going the way I thought it would. I wasn’t totally sure about getting the tattoo when we were in Croatia, but Sarah was the one who convinced me it would be fine and that he would like it, and I was actually excited to show it to him when I got back.
I thought I’d get a different kind of reaction out of him, but now it’s like everything seems to be going wrong.
“Well, no…” I reply. “I guess calling you Cooper just seems kind of formal…” My heart is sinking, and every part of me just wants to rush upstairs to my room, close the door, and have a good cry.
But that would be so immature of me, especially after spending two weeks on a vacation that Daddy just paid for. Not to mention Sarah is going to be here for the next hour.
So I bite my tongue, choke back my tears, and take a deep breath. “Well, Sarah and I haven’t eaten. How about she and I treat you to some dinner? I learned to make this really great pasta dish while we were in Italy. I could cook it for you. That is if Sarah will be my sous-chef?”
“Hey, it’s the least I can do.” Sarah smiles.
“Great!” I exclaim, taking Daddy’s hand and leading him into the kitchen. It may have only been two weeks, but it feels like two years since I’ve touched, or even been around him. I’d forgotten just how strong his grip is.
He immediately takes a seat at one of the high-top stools at the counter as Sarah and I go to the pantry and fridge and begin getting the ingredients together. The dish is relatively simple—just a basic pasta dish with sauce and some homemade meatballs—but the recipe is fantastic, and homemade always tastes better.