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“Shut up,” I mutter, weaving my way through drunk people toward the bathroom.
I’m not even in there for thirty seconds—and halfway through a piss—when I hear it.
Or them, rather.
“We’re looking for our stepdad!” Charlie yells over the music.
“Joe!”
“Joe!”
The band stops playing. Men immediately start catcalling. “Are you the bitch?” That question from Bella.
“We’re going tokillyou!” There’s Charlie.
Glass shatters.
Jesus Christ.I give myself a shake and zip up, just in time for a man to enter the bathroom with a goofy grin on his face. “Holy smokes. Some girls are out there with bats. They’re pissed off and hot as fuck.” He elbows me aside at the urinal. “I need to drain the lizard so I can go shoot my shot. Bet they’re hellcats in bed.”
“Whoever came here on a date with Joe better run,” Charlie shouts. “Last chance.”
More glass shatters, followed by a chorus ofooooohs.
I’ve been in a state of shock until now, my senses dulled slightly by the beer, but now I mobilize, nearly ripping the doorfrom its hinges in order to reach the girls and mitigate any more destruction. I can’t deny the way my heart beats erratically knowing I’m about to have them in my sights. Can’t deny the stiffening in my briefs or that low, starved twist in my loins.Fuck it, I’m thinking.Fuck it.
And my surrender only becomes more imminent when I see Bella in a white leather dress that barely covers her ass, her tits boosted by the strapless corset top. Charlie in a black mini skirt and a bra. That’s what she’s wearing. A fucking bra. They’re a male fantasy come to life—and they’re waving a bat at a woman, demanding to know if she’s on a date with me. Hell if a small smile doesn’t play around the corners of my mouth.
That’s my girls.
I need to get them out of here before they start a brawl. Or a feeding frenzy.
Men are practically salivating at the sight of them.
“Bella,” I bark. “Charlie.”
When they both turn to look at me, their dual attention impacts me in the chest. I’ve been fighting something inevitable, haven’t I? I’m not doing that anymore.
They’re mine. That’s how they’re going to stay.
And so, despite the fact that a lot of people in this bar know me, know I’m the sheriff and these are my stepdaughters, I stride toward Bella and Charlie, anyway. I scoop them both up with a forearm beneath their juicy little asses, and I kiss them both in turn, my lips twisting over Bella’s, pressing them open to earn a whimper and the sweep of her delicious tongue. Charlie, refusing to be left out, grips and turns my face, planting a moaning kiss to my mouth, the rightness of holding them both sending a dramatic ripple through my engine.
Goddamn, the way I’m going to plow these two brats tonight.
“Where is your date, Joe? Who is she?” Bella demands to know.
“We’re going to kill her,” Charlie informs me with a serious nod.
“There’s no date. I lied.” They give me an identical blink. “I was trying to push you away for your own good. But I can’t do it anymore. I need my girls.”
“Oh, Joe!” Bella sobs, both of them throwing their arms around my neck.
“I love you, Joe,” Charlie whispers into my neck.
“I love you, Joe,” echoes her sister, railing kisses all over the side of my face.
Mongo’s is at a standstill, everyone watching us with their jaws on the floor, but I don’t give a shit. I’m a spoiled man, my cup overflowing with riches. They wish they had what I’ve found with Bella and Charlie.
It’s the stuff of dreams—and I never want to wake up.
