Snowbound (15 page)

David exhaled the pent-up breath he’d been
holding when Liv left the kitchen. She was damned distracting.
Shifting slightly, he moved the seam of the jogging pants away from
his hard cock, wincing at the way the fabric had dug into his
flesh. Much as he didn’t want to react that way to his commanding
officer’s daughter—though Denny hadn’t been his commander for a
good ten years—he couldn’t control the physical reaction. What
straight man could keep his hard-on in check around that lush,
nubile body so temptingly displayed in the brief silk sleep shirt?
It was all he could do not to grab her when she’d reached across
him for toast and pull her onto his lap. He’d wanted to pull her
down on top of his erection and grind it against the wet heat
between her legs as he twined his hands in that lustrous fall of
black hair.

Only imagining how frightened she’d be to
have an “old man” suddenly groping her had held him back. Well,
that and his own sense of right and wrong. It was wrong to lust
after a girl sixteen years younger than he was. It was especially
wrong if that girl was his friend’s daughter, and so wrong there
were no words for it when he considered Denny had gone on a
business trip with the unspoken expectation that David would look
after Liv, not fuck her.

So, it was only sensible to force his
attention back to the dating site and browse the available
profiles. He gritted his teeth and pretended his dick wasn’t still
aching with want for Liv as he narrowed his search parameters. It
was simple to get rid of the traits he didn’t want and to emphasize
the ones he did. At the top of his list was a woman also looking to
have children. He had been truthful with Liv that he wanted to get
married and have a family. That was yet another reason to keep
himself in check around the young woman. She wouldn’t be ready to
settle down and have kids when her life was just starting, and he
was sick of short-term relationships that did nothing besides slake
his lust.

David groaned softly as his mind insisted on
conjuring an image of Liv pregnant with his child. He could easily
picture putting his hands on her swollen stomach before cupping her
breasts. They were already nicely filled out, but no doubt
pregnancy would make them fuller. Her pussy would probably be
soaking wet, because pregnant women were always wetter down there.
He’d love to put his face between her thighs and inhale her fecund
scent, knowing his baby was just a few inches above.

With a furtive look over his shoulder, to
make sure she was really gone, he slipped a hand into his pants to
grasp the steel rod masquerading as a cock. He pumped his hand up
and down as he imagined it was Liv’s silken sheath cupping him. She
would be slick and sweet, clinging to his cock like plastic wrap.
He’d drive himself in and out of her wet cleft until they were both
gasping and about to come. At the penultimate moment, he would
thrust as deeply into her young body as he could to pump her full
of his potent seed that waited so eagerly to join with her ripe
egg.

Warm wetness splashed his hand as he came
from the images in his head, coupled with the motion of his hand.
As the pleasure faded, shame rose to take its place, and he shoved
away from the table after wiping his hand on a napkin, feeling the
need to escape Liv’s vicinity before he did something
unforgiveable, like act on his urges.

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