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Whatever is wrong, I’m going to handle it. They should know that.
A second later, Bella and Charlie enter the kitchen, the former wearing my uniform shirt, unbuttoned, the latter in nothing but white panties. They’re so goddamn beautiful in the morning light of the kitchen, my arm is momentarily too weak to lift the coffee mug to my mouth. Lord, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
“Joe, we…we’ve been talking,” Charlie says, shifting side to side on her bare feet.
“And considering. Doing a lot ofseriousconsidering.”
“We’renotbeing impulsive.”
“Okay…” I draw out, pretty sure I know where this is going.
“As you know,” Bella continues. “We want to stay here with you in Portsmith and before you tell us no, we have a proposal.”
Charlie folds her hands at her waist, as if she’s preparing to recite a poem. “We’re going to do online college courses.”
“And we’re both going to get jobs, so we can contribute.”
“No,” I say bluntly, draining half of my coffee and setting down the cup.
“No?” Bella starts to wring her hands. “Just…no?”
“No, you’re not getting jobs,” I qualify.
Their brows furrow in the cutest way when they trade a confused glace. “But it’s not fair that you should have to support us, Joe. We’re expensive.”
“You’re worth every red cent and more,” I growl, my chest feeling heavy. Close to bursting. “Girls, you’re going to college. That’s the end of it.”
Bella’s blue eyes fill with tears.
Charlie’s bottom lip starts to wobble.
“I’m going with you, that’s why,” I say, my pulse picking up with anticipation. Optimism and excitement for what the future holds. “I put in for a transfer to a different department yesterday. One near campus. It’s going to take a little time to sell the house and find a new place up there, but everything is in motion.” I shake my head at their stunned expressions. “I told you, Bella and Charlie. I love you. Did you think I was just going to let my girls go?”
Charlie sucks in a deep, gulping breath. “Oh, Joe,” she says on a sob, running across the kitchen to throw herself into my arms. “Thank you. Thank you.Thank you.”
Bella is close behind, wrapping her arms around my torso from behind, her tears of happiness wetting my back. “We were going to be so miserable without you.”
I don’t have a chance to respond, because Charlie is pressing her tits to my bare chest, coaxing me into a long, groaning kiss, while her sister’s hands trail down to my cock, beginning to stroke me through my cotton briefs, as if I could get any stiffer.
“Tell us again you’re not leaving us, Daddy,” Bella whispers against my shoulder, her hand delving inside my underwear now to beat me off skin to skin. “Tell us again how much you love us.”
“I love you more than I can comprehend,” I say thickly, the blood draining from my head and flowing south, their magical touch taking me away to a place very few men are lucky enough to travel. Heaven on earth, that’s where I am. Because it’s wheretheyare.
And I’m never leaving.
EPILOGUE
Joe
One Year Later
Idrain my protein shake, doing a disbelieving double take as I see myself in the mirror on the way out of the bedroom. My God, I’m barely recognizable. I’m in the best shape of my life—and it’s no wonder why. I had no choice but to condition my body to keep up with the insatiable demands of Bella and Charlie, meaning daily trips to the gym and consuming three times the amount of protein I used to eat.
Apparently, I’ve been too busy working, exercising and tending to the girls to notice how different I look. My gray sweatpants hang off the V of my hips, my stomach ripped and toned. My tatted arms are jacked out of pure necessity. Both girls love to be picked up and manhandled, fucked in a standingposition. Or up against walls. And I’ll happily spend hours training my body to be able to fulfil those requests.
I leave the bedroom and deposit the empty protein shake glass into the sink, checking my watch, need tightening my loins when I see the girls should be home in ten minutes from their morning classes. A year ago, I transferred into the sheriff position of our new town and I like the people I work with, but I keep to myself. Men have a disgusting reaction when I tell them I’m in a relationship with two college-aged girls. They ask me for my secret. How I managed to get so lucky. They ask for scintillating details I refuse to give.
And women? They react with pure loathing.
