Blindsided: An Age Gap Romance

Chapter 1

Carter.

Two months earlier.

"Fuck..." I grunt loudly, slamming into the blonde on her knees. Gripping her hips with one hand, I fist her hair in the other, and drill my cock into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she shrieks as she climbs to her own high.

My body shudders before collapsing on top of my fuck for the night. After catching my breath, I roll off and rest against the headboard.

"Christ, I needed that," I rasp, my voice hoarse from the pounding I've just given her.

"Mmm, you're one hell of a fuck, babe," Blondie coos, curling into my side.

Ugh, fuck, here we go.

Detaching myself, I swing up and out of the bed, heading into her bathroom. I can't do that clingy shit. I can't let people in. Not since her.

I fuck. Plain and simple. The women I bag know exactly what the deal is. There's never any misleading on my part.

Pulling the condom from my deflated cock, I toss it in the trashcan before splashing a handful of cold water over my face.

Strolling back into the room, Blondie's spread-eagle with one hand rubbing her clit and the other squeezing her tit.

"Ready for round two, Carter?" She winks, provocatively.

Throwing on my boxers and jeans, I shake my head in amusement. "It's Knox to you, sweetheart. Don't delude yourself. You're an alright lay, but I've had better."

Narrowing her eyes in rage, she quickly reaches for the comforter to shield herself. Too late for that, doll. "Fuck you, Carter Knox! Fuck you and your tiny dick!" she screams, her face reddening with anger and embarrassment. "Get the fuck out of my house!"

Laughing, I pull my t-shirt over my shoulders. "Later, sweetheart. Thanks for the mediocre fuck." Smirking at her screams of frustration, I head down the stairs.

**

Sliding out from under a '68 Shelby Mustang, I sit up, bracing my elbows on my knees. "You can't be serious," I reply in disbelief.

Lincoln, a guy who has saved my ass on more than one occasion, was there during a time when everything was shit. I was young and making one stupid fucking decision after another, but after doing a two-year stint in lockup for grand larceny, I needed to sort my shit out. He'd been there, my goddamn saving grace.

He found me, a convict fresh out of the slammer, sleeping in an old Chevy behind Hank's one night after he got off. No roof over my head, I was basically fucked. No threats to call the cops for trespassing or a shotgun to the face, just an offer for a place to crash and a few hot meals. He opened his home to a stupid, pissed off kid which is more than I ever deserved but everything I needed.

How did I repay him?

I fell in love with his kid.

Information he is not privy to.

"C'mon, Carter, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate. She's been staying with a friend, but now the friend is selling up, so she's got to find somewhere else to stay."

I grab my bottle of water from my workstation and down it. "She's your kid, Linc."

This man is like a father to me, but I'm not a fucking babysitter.

Heading into the office, followed closely by Linc, he sighs dejectedly. "Look, I need this. I don't know what else to do."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I'm confused, why isn't she staying with you?"

"I've tried, Carter. She's refusing to speak to me. What chance do I have if I can't even get her to talk to me?"

A few weeks back, Linc 'fessed up to banging Robin's best friend behind her back for the last five months and now she's knocked up. Yeah, a forty-something dude and a twenty-something chick; if that's not a disaster in the making, I don't know what is.

Rubbing my hands over my face, I shake my head. "You gotta see how messed up this is. I mean, fuck, I wouldn't have the first clue what to do with a kid." Only that's not the truth. I'd know exactly what to do with his kid. Bend her over my couch and fuck her seven ways from Sunday.

That's why she can't live with me.

Linc chuckles, "Carter, she's twenty-one, not twelve. You don't need to baby her, just give her a place to stay until she gets on her feet."

As well as several toe-curling orgasms.

My cock starts to throb in my pants at the thought of making her scream my name.

Fuck. Leaning back, I fold my arms. "She got a job?"

"Not yet, but I told her she's going to be pulling her weight. I know it's a lot to ask, but she's my daughter, Carter. I need her safe, and you're the only person I trust."

Letting out a groan, I rub the back of my neck. "There's no one else? What about your sister?"

Linc looks up apologetically. "Marie's got the new baby, she doesn't need her under her as well."

Goddamnit. "You're like a fucking father to me, you know that, but you're putting me in a really shitty position."

A tortured expression contorts his face. "I know, but you're all I've got. I haven't been the best father since her mom died. Sure, I've provided for her, but I haven't been there, and I need to start making up for all my past fuckups. C'mon, you'll barely know she's there. You got enough rooms in that house of yours. You probably wouldn't see each other for days."

Oh we would. I'd make damn sure of that.

She'll be bouncing on my cock and moaning oh god before she's even unpacked her luggage.

I own in a place just outside of L.A. with four bedrooms and bathrooms. I'm not a materialistic guy by any means, but after the shitty childhood I'd had, I needed to cut myself a break and indulge in a little luxury. Working my ass off all these years at Hank's, after Linc got me a job, to now owning it, I cleared myself out to buy the place. Coming home to nothing but a cool bud and kicking back to waterfront views each night is completely fucking worth it.

"So, you're making up for all those past fuck-ups by knocking-up her best friend then sending her to live with some guy she hasn't seen in god knows how long. Fuck, Linc, you're off to a freaking superb start." I didn't mean to be a prick, but shit, the guy is seriously going backward in coming forwards.

Glaring at me, Linc mutters. "Don't be a smartass, it doesn't suit you."

Laughing, I point out, "I'm the 'smartass' you trust with your kid."

Hope flares in his eyes. "That a yes? You'll let her stay?"

Goddammit. How can I say no now? "Fine," I grumble, not the least bit happy. "She can stay, but only until she gets her shit together."

"Thank fuck." Linc lets out a relieved sigh as he pulls me in for a hug. "I thought for sure you'd say no. You're a goddamned legend, Carter. I owe you one."

"Buy me a beer after work, and we'll call it square."