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By (user no longer on site) OP
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DADDY ISSUES
CHAPTER ONE
His ex-stepdaughter was a goddamn siren.
That was Logan Mark’s first thought when she walked through the entrance
of the bowling center, just a little bit late and with her blond hair flowing
behind her and glinting almost gold in the light. Her blue eyes looked
sheepish, but he found he couldn’t focus on them at all when she presented
him with something very…interesting with her tiny, tiny dress.
The Jenny Jones that Logan remembered before he and her mom got
divorced had been a cheerful, sweet and somewhat naïve teenage girl who
devoted her life to her cheerleading and her studies. He had known she had
curves underneath her loose private high school uniform and pajama sets,
but he hadn’t really paid much attention—she had been almost his daughter,
after all, and he needed to set a father figure for her as much as he could.
The Jenny Jones now?
She blew the old Jenny out of the water.
Logan was unable to stop his gaze from taking in the body under the dress,
his eyes trailing from the bottom. Long, tanned legs that any man couldn’t
help but imagine around his waist. Voluptuous hips that narrowed up to a
tiny waist, perfect for holding. Large, perky breasts that bounced with her
movement, and would spill right out of his hands.
Pink lips made for sucking.
Shock filled him at his own thoughts, and his cock hardened in response
before he could stop it. Before he could try to shift in his seat, said pink lips
were placing a soft kiss on his cheek, and she hugged him with affection.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, and his cock hardened even further.
“Hi, Logan,” she said softly. “I guess I can’t call you dad anymore, huh?”
It was the coldest douse of water there was. Almost immediately, Logan
sobered up and gave her a warm smile, hiding his reaction completely as he
looked her over once more. She’d grown very, very pretty. He filed this for
later and concentrated on treating her as he should—a stepfather looking
out for his stepdaughter.
Well, ex-stepdaughter.
They easily fell into chatting and catching up, with her telling him that
being at home right now was like walking into some cheesy romantic
movie. Apparently, her mom, Gloria, and Gloria’s new husband were still in
their honeymoon stage and basically all over each other—and Jenny
couldn’t stand it.
“I mean, I know she’s happy and all that, and I’m happy for her…but God. I
need to get away, you know?”
Logan grinned. He was definitely happy for his ex-wife, but he didn’t
exactly want to be a part of the wedding, even when they were already civil
and he’d been sent an invitation. It was just as well, because he didn’t think
he could stomach cheesy.
Jenny rambled on, saying something about her date arriving in a few
minutes, then they could really begin bowling.
“You’re dating someone?” he asked casually.
Of course she was. She was a curvy, lovely girl, nineteen now, and probably
having the time of her life in college. Any boy would be blind not to see the
allure.
Jenny nodded. She had been sitting beside him for a few minutes now, and
she turned towards the entrance. Suddenly her eyes lit up, excitement clear
on her face as she stood up.
“And here she is,” she exclaimed. “My date.”
She?
Logan turned his head, confused. Confusion turned to realization when her
words finally made sense. Then realization turned to shock when he eyed
the woman—no, girl—walking towards them.
Jenny had a girlfriend.
A hot, absolutely gorgeous girlfriend.
***
Logan took a sip of his beer and tried not to look too obvious peering at
Adriana Rodriguez, who Jenny officially introduced to him as her
girlfriend. It was entirely impossible not to stare at Adriana, when she was
bent down like that as if trying to analyze the bowling lane was the most
important thing in the world. Her denim skirt was short, even shorter than
Jenny’s dress, and in that angle he was able to see what she was wearing
underneath.
Or rather, what she was almost not wearing.
Adriana bent even further, and a flash of tiny red scrap filled his vision. Her
thong was silk, and it almost didn’t exist, as all he could focus on was that
nice, round ass.
The ball made a sound as it hit the pins, knocking all of them down.
Adriana straightened and pumped her fists victoriously in the air, making
her huge breasts bounce. Logan’s throat went dry, and he took another sip to
moisten his tongue.
“Are you okay, Logan?”
Jenny’s sweet voice finally pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to
give her a smile beside him. He’d been sporting a semi since Adriana got
here—hell, since Jenny got here, even—and it was just a good thing the
table filled with food was hiding it.
“I’m fine,” he assured. “Your turn.”
These girls were too hot for their own good.
And they were both forbidden.
You’re just looking, his conscience reminded him. As if on cue, Adriana
bent again, allowing him another view. Whereas Jenny was blonde, bubbly
and had the typical Florida tan, Adriana was of a darker, dusky color, with
dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had a sensual mouth, was
taller than Jenny, and was built from head to foot with a body made for
sinning.
Her tits swayed, nipples tight, and he realized she wasn’t wearing any bra
underneath her top. Jesus.
His cock was now a raging hard-on.
“Isn’t she amazing?” Jenny said, watching him under hooded eyes. Her
expression was unreadable. “She’s Cuban and her family’s nice, too.”
“Do they know you guys are together?”
Jenny shrugged. “We’re just experimenting. It’s been fun so far.”
He could imagine it—them in a private room, touching each other and
moaning for each other. He almost groaned and had to cover it up with
another sip of beer. If this kept up, he was going to be piss d*unk by the end
of the night.
“Well, it’s good that you’re experimenting,” he said carefully. “You’re
young and pretty and—”
Adriana adjusted her thong, raising her skirt up slightly. Shit. Another sip of
beer. Her hand slid up to gather her hair, and her fingers brushed her
almost-visible nipples. Logan sweated, absolutely turned on. Another sip.
Jenny frowned in Adriana’s direction, then shook her head. “Well, I’m glad
you’re accepting of it. Mom doesn’t know, either.”
Logan almost snorted, but stopped himself just in time. His ex-wife was a
prude, and he was pretty sure she’d raise hell if she found out.
“You can do whatever you want with your life, Jenny,” he said, finally
tearing his gaze off Adriana to look at Jenny. “You’re old enough to make
your own decisions. And you’ve always been a smart girl.”
A glint entered Jenny’s eyes, and they brightened. She was really too
fucking pretty for her own good.
Then her hand rested on his thigh, and he almost jumped. Jenny sidled
closer, aiming a sweet, pleading look at him and biting her lower lip.
“Would you mind terribly if I stayed with you this summer and Adriana
visited? I’m just…I want this summer to be free of judgments.”
Logan blinked. Stay with him? That would be heaven—and an inevitable
disaster.
He was about to say no, he really was.
But Jenny’s big blue eyes pleaded again, and he found himself sinking in.
He nodded his head.
“Sure.”
She grinned, momentarily stunning him as pretty turned beautiful. Then she
hugged him, soft tits pressing against his chest again.
He was calling it now.
Logan was going to be in deep, deep trouble. |
