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  “She’s mine now. You got that?” he growls, and my stepfather crawls back against the wall. “She’s packing her bag and she’s never coming back. I won’t keep her from her mama, but I’ll keep her from a piece of shit like you.”

  “Fuck you, Rex! You just want her for yourself!” my stepfather retorts.

  “Yeah I do. But I’m lucky enough that she wants me, too.”

  My stepfather pushes off the wall and stands up. “Fine, take her. She’s nothing but a horny little slut anyway.”

  I gasp as Rex hauls back and busts him in the mouth. Blood rushes out of his nose as he staggers back.

  “You ever talk about her like that again and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever say. People come on the crab boat every season and don’t make it back home. Try me.”

  The look he gives my stepfather is lethal, but I swear to god I get wet watching it. Seeing Rex defend me and take care of me makes me want him so bad.

  My stepfather doesn’t even look back at me as he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

  “Rex,” I whisper, and he jerks around to look at me.

  I’m still sprawled out on the bed with my stuffed animals everywhere as he walks over to me.

  “You okay, girl?” he asks, running his hands up my legs. “Did he touch you?”

  I reach for him to come on the bed with me, and he does. He climbs up and on top of me, pushing me down into the plush animal pile.

  “I hurt,” I say, spreading my legs.

  “Where?” he growls, looking me up and down.

  “Here.” I reach between us and spread my lips.

  Maybe my stepfather was right. Maybe I am just a horny slut. But watching Rex fuck him up has me ready for this dick. I want to thank my man for taking care of me and what better way to do that than to let him have my pussy.

  Rex doesn’t hesitate. He unzips his jeans and takes out his fat cock. “I always wanted to fuck you in this room. Guess this is my last chance.”

  He brushes the tip of his cock through my wetness before he thrusts all the way inside me. I’m so full as he fucks me hard and I cry out.

  “Daddy!” I yell as the headboard of my bed slams against the wall.

  The animals under me squeak as he pounds into me, the white canopy above the bed shaking with the force. It’s raw, hard fucking and he’s claiming me in my parents’ house. He wants my stepfather to hear me calling him Daddy, so he knows who I belong to. I grab the front of his T-shirt and keep crying out over and over to make sure he hears it. All the while my pussy is drenched for it.

  “Harder, Daddy! Deep, Daddy!” I whine as Rex makes the whole bedframe shake.

  “Nothing like fucking this sweet little cunt on a pile of teddy bears,” he grunts as he ruts into me.

  My pussy squeezes him and then I cry out when my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and I can feel myself release onto him.

  “Goddamn,” he snarls as he thrusts hard and comes inside me. He roars like a Viking and the sight of him, so possessive and wild, makes me come again.

  Heat floods my body and my limbs are wrung out as I lie there, with him still gripping my hips. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips before he pulls his cock out and gets off the bed.

  “All right, girl. Let’s get you home.”

  “Home,” I agree and smile.

  He grabs my bag and pulls me off the bed, carrying me out of the house and to my future.

  Epilogue

  Rex

  Two months later…

  It’s been a long fucking day. It’s the first day of king crab season and already I miss Clara. Saying goodbye to her this morning was harder than I thought it would be. As soon as the boat shoved away from the dock, I knew it was a mistake.

  I’d been making plans for this to be my last season since the day I knew I wanted her to be mine. I’m a selfish bastard, but I’ve learned to ignore the guilt that comes with my sweet Clara and my needs. I’ve saved up a good nest egg for her and our babies. I’ve got a job—running the port—lined up at the end of the season. It’s still good money, but the main thing is that every night I’ll get to fall in bed with my little sweet thing.

  I’m sore to my bones, but my cock twitches with need. It’s only been hours since I’ve had her and already I wish I could fall on top of her and rut until she was full of come. I fucked her every hour before I had to ship out. I thought it would help me last longer than a day. I was wrong.

  Thankfully this trip is short, and we caught most of our quota today. I’m on board with a bunch of men, including one greenhorn that’s set to take my place after this week is over. It’s all falling into place, I just need to hang on for a few more days. Then I can get back on land to Clara and keep her by my side.

  It was strange that she didn’t seem sad to see me go. Something like insecurity crawls up my chest and I try to tamp it down. She was just as greedy for me as I was for her the days leading up to me shipping out. I don’t like to admit it even to myself, but it bothered me a little she wasn’t more upset that we couldn’t be together for at least a week. I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her on board with me. But a crab boat with a bunch of men that need their dick tended to isn’t the place for my girl. Now I have to lie down at night alone in bed and think about what she’s getting into without me. I’m her daddy because she needs one. Trouble seems to find her, and that’s one of the biggest reasons I didn’t want to leave her. But one last time out on the boat and we’ll be set for a long, long time. I’m doing this for her, I remind myself as I hang up my gear and head to my bunk.

  I’m the senior crew on this boat, which means I only have to share my cabin with one other man. Salty is a seasoned crab fisherman who never found the time to quit. He’s an old man by boat standards, but he doesn’t seem to like land. Salty is quiet and keeps to himself and only grunts when you ask him a question. I like bunking with him because he doesn’t snore and leaves my shit alone.

  When I make my way to the back of the boat I’m surprised to see Salty standing in the hallway smoking a cigarette. Normally he’d be getting some sleep before the night shift, but here he stands, wide awake.

  “Can’t sleep?” I ask as I get closer. I expect him to grunt at me, but I’m surprised when I see his duffel bag at his feet.

  “Too crowded in there. I’m taking the crow's nest,” he grumbles as he stomps out his cigarette and shoulders his bag.

  “I didn’t bring any more than usual,” I say, thinking about my own bag that’s smaller than his.

  “Ain’t gonna get a wink of sleep,” he mutters, then pushes past me and heads up the stairs.

  I shrug. I don’t know what’s got into him, but I’m beat beyond measure and need some shuteye. Maybe since I’m alone for the night, I can jerk off in peace while I dream of my girl’s little pussy.

  Opening the door, I flip the light switch then slam the door closed behind me. There on the tiny bunk is Clara, naked with her legs spread.

  Anger floods me as I see all of her pink little holes out in the open, ready to be fucked. She’s on a boat full of nasty old men that would take turns fucking her raw. She’s got what’s mine displayed out for anyone to walk in and see. Including Salty.

  “What in the fuck are you doing here, Clara? And you better have a good goddamn excuse for letting that old man see what belongs to me.”

  She bites her lip but doesn’t make a move to close her legs. Instead she shows me she truly is the devil as her small fingers wiggle down her body and to her pussy. She spreads her cunt for me, showing me how slick she is for it. How ready she is for a deep, hard fucking.

  “I missed you,” she whispers, and I fall to my knees in front of her.

  “You snuck on my boat and waved your little pussy around, ready to get fucked. I oughta roll you over and wear your ass out.”

  I watch as she dips her finger inside her pussy and pulls it out. It’s covered in her juices and, goddamn my soul to hell, I groa
n as she brings it to her mouth and sucks it clean.

  I wrestle with the zipper on my pants so fast, I nearly rip them open.

  The room is small, and it’s closing in on me as my need for her beats down on my back. I don’t think about how she got on the boat or what I’m going to do about keeping her hidden in here. I don’t even worry about there not being a lock on the door. Right now, I just need to get my dick in her and fuck until I pass out.

  Warm, wet heat surrounds my cock as I thrust into her and hold still. Exhaustion mixed with desire fills my veins, but I wait, needing a moment to feel home.

  Clara reaches up to me, touching my scruffy face. I turn my face and kiss her wrist, then fall on top of her and kiss her sweet lips. I can’t stay mad at her. Hell, I can’t seem to do anything right but fuck her, and she still wants me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this little angel, but somehow life keeps on working out for a fuck-up like me.

  She tastes like sugar and her pussy and I growl as I start to fuck her. She clings to me and her little cries are driving me to the edge. I put my hand over her mouth and move my lips to her ear.

  “You keep quiet in here, girl. This crew finds out there’s pussy this tight on board and they’ll be breaking down the door to get a turn.”

  Her pussy creams with my words, and I fuck her harder. I stamp my ownership on her cunt with every thrust and make her remember who’s on top of her.

  “You need a daddy twenty-four seven, don’t you, baby?” She nods and moans against my hand. “This boat has got some rough guys on it. Some of them don’t care you got a daddy or that your pussy is barely big enough to take a cock.”

  Her cries are muffled as her pussy gets wetter and she’s close to getting off. Fuck, I’m exhausted, but this bed is too small for me to pass out on top of her.

  “I’ll sneak your food down here and make sure you got my dick every hour on the hour. But you better not step a toe outside this room.” I grit my teeth just thinking about having her pussy ready for the taking whenever the need hits me. Just like at home, I can grab her up and bend her over every time my dick twitches. “You hear me?”

  I lift my hand up a little and she licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Fuck if my cock don’t swell even bigger. Not even a whole day without her and already I missed her calling me that.

  “That’s right, sweet girl.”

  I lick her bottom lip then kiss her hard. She squeezes her thighs around me and I press my barrel chest against her tits as she comes apart in my arms. I thrust hard one last time and empty inside her perfect waiting body. I almost black out as her pussy clamps down on me and drains what’s left of my soul into her.

  There must be a god, because I’ve got just enough strength left to roll us over on the tiny bunk so I don’t smother her. She lies on top of me like roadkill and I’m half asleep when I feel her fingers in my chest hair.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, and my chest tightens. “I just couldn’t stand to be away from you.”

  “S’okay,” I grunt, and wrap my arms around her. “I missed you, too. We ain’t gonna be apart again. I’m making sure of that.”

  “I love you,” she says, kissing my chest and then cuddling close.

  “Love you, too, baby girl.”

  Epilogue

  Clara

  Two years later…

  I keep looking at my watch and hoping Rex will be here soon. He texted me and said he was running late, but I know he doesn’t want to miss the appointment.

  This is our second pregnancy, but he’s still just as excited as the first one. When they called me back, I said I was still waiting on my husband, but the nurse told me that one of their doctors had an emergency and they didn’t have time to reschedule me. I debated for half a second before I decided to go back, hoping that he’d be here soon.

  Now I’m laid back on the table with my legs in stirrups waiting on the doctor to come see me. I’ve gotten used to letting it all hang out after my first pregnancy, so I just try to get comfortable and pass the time.

  After a moment the door opens and I look up to see the doctor walk in. I gasp because it’s not my normal female obstetrician, but a male doctor I’ve never met.

  “You must be Clara. I’m Doctor Rogers,” he says, walking over and shaking my hand.

  I pull my knees together and try to sit up. I’ve never had a male doctor before and I try to think about how to politely tell him to get the fuck out of here before my husband walks in and murders him.

  “Where is Doctor Pace?” I ask, looking through the half-open door. The nurse that’s normally in here when the doctor examines me is talking to someone else.

  “She’s out today. I’m filling in with some of her patients here for routine exams.” He looks at my chart and his eyebrows draw together. “Looks like you’ve gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment.”

  “Excuse me?” I’m freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen?

  “You’re young, though, so I guess you aren’t worried about your figure.” He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush.

  “Oh well,” he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. “Now if you’ll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after.”

  I don’t like his guy, and I want Rex here with me. I’m just about to say he can’t start until the nurse walks in, but the door bangs open. My hulking beast of a husband nearly knocks the door off the hinges as he stands there staring at the doctor.

  “Get your fucking hands of her,” he seethes.

  Doctor Rogers backs away with his hands up. “Sir, I was just going to do a routine exam on your daughter. Please, there’s no need for violence.”

  “First of all, that’s not my daughter, that’s my wife. Second, you can see by the way she’s sitting there with her legs locked together that she’s uncomfortable.”

  The doctor looks back at me and then to the door behind Rex. The nurses from the hallway are standing there watching him. My usual nurse has a smirk on her face. I’m wondering if she saw this coming.

  “Unless you got a female doctor to look at her lady business, we’re gonna be on our way.” He moves between me and the doctor and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Did he just call it my lady business?

  “I was just—”

  Rex cuts him off with a growl. “You were putting your hands on my wife, and you’re lucky I’m not going to rip them from your arms. Now get the fuck out of this room and think about how you speak to pregnant women before you open your stupid mouth. I hear you tell my wife she’s gained too much weight again and I’ll make you eat your own asshole.”

  The nurses in the hall are snickering now, too, and they seem to be having a good time watching how this played out. They know how possessive Rex can be, always walking in with me with his hand on my belly. Always asking what they’re about to do before they touch me. He’s crazy when it comes to who can touch me, so I’m not the least bit shocked he’s acting like this. And apparently neither are the nurses.

  Doctor Rogers backs out slowly until he’s in the hallway. Then before he says another word he makes a break for it. The nurses are left in a fit of giggles as Rex comes over to wrap his arms around me.

  “You okay, baby girl?”

  “Yeah, I think you scared the poor man.”

  “I’m not gonna stand by and let another man see the heaven you’ve got secreted away down there. Hell, he’ll take one look and be ruined for all other women. I can’t chance it.”

  He leans down and gives me a kiss right when my nurse clears her throat. We look up and she’s smiling at the two of us.

  “He’s only here for the day and we can’t stand him. Thanks for the entertainment. Your chart looks good, and Doctor Pace will be back tomorrow. You’re all set, Clara.” She winks at me before she whispers a “thank you” to Rex on the way out. I breathe a sigh
of relief.

  “Now let’s get you home so I can show you just how perfect your body is,” he says, picking me up in his arms.

  “I might take a lot of convincing,” I say, picturing his head between my legs.

  “It’s a tough job, but I think I’m the man for it.”

  He sure is.

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Eight years later…

  I put my truck in park when I get to the dance studio. It’s a little place on Main Street that I converted for Clara a few years ago. When our daughter was old enough to ask for dance lessons, Clara knew she wanted to be the one to teach her. That led to her getting her certificates and then opening this studio. I like to come by after working at the docks and watch her teach. She’s so happy and lights up whenever she sees a child learn something she’s taught them.

  “Daddy!” my youngest daughter shouts as she comes bounding down the hall and into my arms.

  “Hey, princess. Did you have a good day?”

  “I did. Mommy said we could have ice cream for dinner if you said it was okay.” Her big eyes are pleading and she knows I’m a pushover when it comes to the women in my life.

  “Oh, did she?” I ask, looking past her to where Clara is standing.

  She turns, as if feeling my eyes on her, and gives me a wink. She comes over and gives me a kiss on my cheek before she moves her lips to my ear. “Please, Daddy.”

  She knows how to get what she wants, and she knows all she has to do is ask.

  “I suppose so,” I sigh, loving how I can make them light up so easily.

  “Yay!” they both cheer, grabbing their bags.

  Our oldest daughter pops her head out of one of the studios smiling ear to ear. “He said yes?”

  They all start to do an ice cream for dinner dance around me, and though someone might look in the window and think I’m a big pushover, I wouldn’t have it any other way. They’ve got me wrapped around their little fingers, and I don’t want to be any other place.