Brantley's POV
Snow looks exausted. you can still see were she's been crying and the black eye is as noticable as ever. "I just realized I know you but you barely know me" I grin, looking over at her. "okay, who are you" she says not looking away from the window. "don't freak out, but I do music for a living. I've got two albums out and I'm working on another right now". "okay, cool. what about a wife or girlfriend or fiancée" she asks looking over at me. "I backed out of a wedding a few months ago. single man" I tell her and she looks at me surprised. "so you, this, are single? how in the hell" she asks and I laugh. "what do you mean" I ask still laughing. "uh... your tall, your fucking jacked, the beard, you've got tattoos, the whole bad boy image. those are some of the most attractive features on a man, well those and a guy with gun or a Harley" she says and I just sit here smirking. "what" she asks glaring at me. "you basically just said I'm hot" I look at her grinning. "what else would I be trying to say" she smirks. "Snow your 18, do you even know the age gap between us" I ask her. "I'm guessing like 8, 9 years" she guesses while playing on her phone. "try 10" I say. she stays silent as we keep driving. My eye's can't help but wonder. she's built like her momma too. ugh, damn it. I don't want to be the guy who slept with two generations in the same family, but she has those damn curves everywhere their supposed to be, plus piercing green eye's and red, curly hair. "god damn it" I say hitting the steering wheel as hard as I can. "what the fuck" Snow yells almost like she's getting onto me. "oh sorry. kinda forgot you were here" I say focusing on the road and not her. "it's fine. I'm used to it" she says crossing her arms. "what do you mean, do people forget about you a lot" I ask confused by what she said. "yeah, I think it's because I'm so small and damn near never shut up. So when I finally go quiet people either think somethings wrong or just forget about me all together" she says in kind of an eh tone. I finally pull in my driveway and Snow's eye's go wide. "Holy fucking shit" she mumbles under her breath looking at my house. "Fuck Barbie's dream house this is a fucking redneck dream house" she says looking like a kid in a candy shop. "damn right it is" I laugh pulling up to the garage. "ya wanna actually see the inside or just stare at the outside" ask chuckling at her. "inside please" she says sweetly. I chuckle and hop out of the truck and before she can open her door I open it for her. "damn, your fast" she giggles as I hold out my hand to help her out and make sure she doesn't fall. she grabs my hand and jumps out. literally, she nearly jumped on me. damn, I feel like she's gonna break cause she looks so small and fragile. It makes me want to catch her when she does that to keep her from getting hurt. I start leading her to the door and once I open it and she takes one step in Sylo's little ass comes running and jumps up with his paws on her legs and sniffing her. "okay, get your nose out of my crotch please" she says blocking him from licking her crotch. "Lucky bastard" I mumble making sure Snow can't hear me. "your puppy's is cute. let me guess, pitbull" she ask looking up at me from squatting down to pet Sylo. "yeah, how'd you know" I ask bending down to be at her level. "their my favorite. they can eat the faces of your enemy's and they still cuddle up to you in bed" she says with a bright smile. "hell yeah they do. I swear with him me and Ally we damn near take up the entire bed" I say and she giggles. "oh by the way, since you won't take my bed cause you don't want me to kick myself out your gonna have to sleep on the couch" I tell her, not happy at all about making a guest sleep on the couch. "fine with me. thank you a lot. I really didn't want to have to stay with my dad any longer" she says standing up to look at me. "it's no problem. it's a big house just for one person and a couple dogs, we got plenty of room" I tell her sincerely "so want a tour" I ask and she smiles. "that would be nice". I lead her through the house while she stares amazed at how big everything is. I know she's never lived in a big house but she's acting like she just landed on mars. Jonny got Emily pregnant at 14 so they didn't really have much money and I'm assuming haven't since they had Snow.
"what's this room" she asks putting her hand on the doorknob to the sin din. I run up and slam my hand on the door, making sure she can't open it. "your a little too innocent for that" I say looking down at her. "what is it your sex dungeon" she jokes and starts giggling. "not what I call it but..." I trail off and look down at her. Her eye's go wide and she quickly looks away from mine. "I'm gonna go downstairs" I says pointing to the stairs and walking to them. I laugh at her getting all awkward at finding out I have a whole room in my house dedicated to rough sex. I go back downstairs and find her sitting on the couch. I plop down beside her and look down at the tiny 18 year old. "so your a teenager. how's the whole teenage dating thing going" I ask and she just laughs. "it's slow because I don't like boys" she says looking up at me. "you don't" I ask confused after everything she said in the truck. "nope, I don't like boys I like men. Wide shoulders, broad chest, not fucking hairless" she explains and all of a sudden I'm really turned on. I bite my lip and look away taking a deep breast- breath. taking a deep breath to calm myself. what the fuck is wrong with me? She's 18 Brantley, way too young for you. it's damn near illegal. I've gotta distract myself someway. "hey, Snow I'm gonna go work on my bike. go ahead and make yourself at home" I say getting up from the couch and going to put on some jeans I don't really care about. then go out to the garage to tinker with a few things.
Snow's POV
oh my lord. Why does he have to be sexy?!?!? I mean fuck. He likes pitbulls and has those tattoos covering his forearm and apparently has a motorcycle unless he was talking about a bicycle which I highly doubt. I try to distract myself from my own mind by watching some TV. I see street outlaws is on so I turn it on. Brantley comes back about an hour later wearing ripped jeans and no shirt while he's covered in grease. "holy hell" I whisper to myself, trying my best not to stare. I hear him chuckle and it makes my knees go weak. lord, help me. "you okay, darlin. you look a little red" he asks chuckling. "yeah, I'm good. you?" I ask like my thighs aren't aching for some sort of pleasure. "perfect" he says smiling before walking up the stairs. How am I supposed to be able to live with that and not lose my fucking mind every time he even calls me darlin?
Hey guys. I put a picture of Snow above just for a visual of what Brantley thinks is so hot lol
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Innocent (Brantley Gilbert)
Фанфик"There's a difference between respect and fear" the scared sound of a girl is what started it all. Never in my life did I think ol' Jonny Guffet would hit a woman much less his own daughter. But when I visit an old friend and find his daughter cryin...
