Page 10 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“Anyways, if she can start tonight, I’m sure Tammy would appreciate it, she’s snowed under out there,” Diesel continues, blissfully unaware.

“Sure thing Diesel, I just have a couple of things to tell her first,” I respond.

Diesel nods and heads back to the bar and I slam the door shut, whirling around to look at Skye.

“You didn’t think to tell me your dad was an Angel of Havoc?” I growl.

She balks at the harshness in my voice. “I only found out about him the other day, it’s kinda why I came here, but then Tammy needed help, and I decided to give her a hand, then you said about the job and I wanted it. I have the summer off college, I could use the money, and I’d like to get to know more about my dad and the people he hung out with,” she explains defiantly. “You didn’t exactly ask many questions… Angel…” she adds wryly, her voice lightly teasing as she says my name, sassily folding her arms.

She’s right of course. I didn’t even tell her my name. It didn’t occur to me that she might have a connection with one of the members, she’s so out of place here it didn’t cross my mind. I just wanted her. I thought with my dick and it’s going to get me into trouble.She’strouble. I should stay away. But I can’t exactly refuse to give her the job now. Not with Diesel feeling all fatherly toward her. Plus, we really do need the help. I just need to keep my dick in my pants and steer clear.

“Fine. You’ve still got the job. But this can’t happen again,” I say pointing to the two of us.

She looks a little crestfallen but then she composes herself. “Whatever you say,” she agrees, though there’s an undercurrent of challenge in her voice. As if she’s saying, ‘I know you’ll be back for more, that you won’t be able to resist.’

Fuck, this girl’s definitely trouble.

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I get Skye set up behind the bar with Tammy who will show her the ropes and stalk over to the usual booth Drifter, Buzz, Gunner, and I sit in. Most people know better than to approach me when I’m scowling like this, so the other members steer clear. Of course, the guys make a beeline straight for me, sitting down in the booth and bringing their half-empty jug of beer with them and a spare glass.

“Shit man, I’d have thought you’d be happier after fucking that fine ass,” Drifter quips his eyes wandering over to Skye. They know without me having to tell them that we hooked up.

“She’s Tommy Gun’s kid,” I reply with a grimace, taking a swig of my beer.

“Oh shit, damn that’s a shame I’d have liked to have her too, that is one fine-looking woman,” Buzz adds, shaking his head.

Gunner picks up on things quickly since he usually sits back and observes rather than talks, so he astutely points out the truth that he’s deduced. “You fucked her before you knew, didn’t you?”

My expression tells them all that they need to know.

“Damn, you lucky son of a bitch,” Drifter says with a grin. “Tommy would fucking kill you if he was still alive!”

“Don’t you think I know that?” I snap. “Christ, Tommy wasn’t much older than me, I’m old enough to be her dad. We fucking held her when she was a baby.”

“Well, she is all woman now…” says Buzz longingly.

I was right in my assumption that the guys would be as attracted to her as I am. Possibly more so now she’s forbidden fruit.

“It gets worse,” I add grimly, and they all look at me expectantly. “She was a virgin.”

They all burst into excited chatter, equal parts taking joy in teasing me for how much I fucked up and the other half a little bit jealous that I got to be the first and they weren’t there.

We all fall silent when we notice Skye approaching our table with a fresh pitcher of beer. I can’t help myself from feeling a flicker of anger at the other guys in the bar watching her as she sashays over. Drifter, Gunner, and Buzz are equally salivating, but that doesn’t bother me.

She doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated or embarrassed. In fact, she’s practically glowing, her hair tousled and her lips full in that just-fucked way that drives guys insane. She has no idea the effect she has on us. Just thinking of fucking her over my desk, those glorious tits bouncing as I drove deep into her has my cock hardening again and I try to push the thoughts from my mind.

“Another pitcher of beer for you guys, and can I get you anything else?” she asks with a smile.

Drifter immediately jumps up, towering over her and standing a little too close, Buzz does the same and her eyes widen with surprise. But the way her lips part and her pupils dilate tells me she likes the attention.

“I’m Drifter.”

“And I’m Buzz.”

“That’s Gunner over there,” Drifter says, pointing at Gunner who nods his head in acknowledgment, silently watching. “And you’ve already met Angel,” Drifter adds teasingly, sizing her up and testing her reaction.

Her eyes flicker from me and back to them. “I’m Skye,” she replies with a smile.

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