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When I returned to the kitchen, I wore a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt but the way North’s eyes absorbed my entire body it felt like I was naked.
She turned her head quickly to cover her hunger but I saw it. It rattled the caged beast inside of me.
“I’ll eat in my room since you don’t feel like talking.” I grabbed my bowl and headed for the stairs taking long strides. I couldn’t eat with her knowing I had so many things to say. I was quickly losing track of those things though because being around her made me forget the rules. It made me forget that wanting her was wrong.
I ate alone in my bedroom with thoughts going to war in my head. Half of me wanted to erect stronger boundaries that would result in North calling me Dad again and us not spending so much time alone together. The other half couldn’t think about putting distance between us now that I was back in her life. I couldn’t turn her away knowing she was hurting and lonely.
I was done running and pushing things away when they reminded me of darker times or when they made me uncomfortable. Every second around North made me fucking uncomfortable. I hated that.
When I took my bowl to the kitchen for seconds, North sat at the table, alone, with her nose in a cookbook. It was an old one I kept on a shelf in the kitchen. I never cracked it open because I was content living on pizza, take out, and grilled cheese sandwiches.
“North, can we please talk?”
“You just want to tell me how sick I am. I don’t want to hear it. I already know I’m gross.” She pulled in a shaky breath and pinched at her bottom lip while trying to stay focused on the book in front of her.
“I don’t think you’re gross, Shortcake.” My heart practically cracked in two hearing her talk down about herself that way. She stood and took the bowl from my hands.
“You want seconds?” Her voice was pulled tight, so tight I thought it would pop and she would either curse me out or cry. I couldn’t figure out which one. Her back was straight as an arrow as she stood at the stove dishing out more chili.
I walked up behind her and pressed the heels of my hands against the stove on either side of her, locking her between my arms. She stiffened and set the bowl down, turning to face me. I sank into her blue pools feeling helpless against the sweet cherries tangling through her red hair and hovering above her smooth skin.
“North, please talk to me.” My pulse thumped against my throat. We were so close to each other. Her perky tits brushed against my chest with every breath she took. It only made her nipples harder.
Fuck me.
She was absolutely perfect.
“About what,Dad?” I shut my eyes against the word and shook my head.
“Why are you doing this? You know as well as I do what we’re feeling can’t be explored.”
“We?” She barked out a laugh but there was no humor in it. No warmth. “I’m the only one feeling this way. You don’t have to patronize me.”
“No, you’re not,” I gritted out. “I want what I can’t have. I want it so bad.” I dipped my head low and pressed our foreheads together.
“Don’t lie, Kane. I can’t handle you lying to me.” Her voice was a soft whisper barely holding back tears. I traced her plump pink lips with my thumb then gripped her throat in a firm but gentle hold hovering over her mouth.
Her lips parted for me. She was so sweet and so fucking forbidden. I tossed my moral compass to the ground letting it smash to bits before pulling North’s face closer to mine. My mouth slanted over hers, hungry and ready to devour.
I sucked on her soft bottom lip moving my hand from her throat to her red silky hair, clutching it in my fist and tugging. My tongue swept across her lips before pushing into her waiting mouth. Her tongue greeted mine and I coaxed it out slowly. They danced against each other painfully slow and bubbling over with need.
I picked North’s petite body up and sat her on the counter. My bulky frame settled between her legs, pushing them apart. I pulled on her long hair again until our kiss was broken.
“I was awake last night,” I told her. My voice was gritty and raw. North’s chin dropped to her chest as shame cast bright pink onto her cheeks. I lifted her head and made her look me in the eye. “I wanted to keep you right where you were but how the fuck could I do that? How could I tell you that listening to the way you fingered your pussy made my dick rock hard? How was I supposed to tell you I nearly came in my underwear when I heard the slippery wet sounds coming from between your thighs?”
North watched me, looking for signs of falsehoods but she didn’t find any because everything pouring out of me was the raw and unfiltered truth. “You’re shredding me to scraps, North.” I nipped at her pink kiss-swollen bottom lip.
“You’re the only real thing I’ve ever felt connected to, Kane. Living with you and looking at you every day is killing me.” Her hands explored my chest through my t-shirt. She found every dip and ridge biting her lip as she went.
I gripped her thighs and pulled her against my hard cock so she could feel what she did to me. “We can’t keep doing this, Shortcake. It has to stop somewhere.”
“Why?” She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. Cinnamon freckles on copper freckles.
“Because it’s illegal. We’ll get in so much fucking trouble. I won’t be able to hide the way I feel about you and I don’t want to. I’d get locked up in a heartbeat.” She rocked her hips against me making a growl rumble through my chest.
“Nobody has to know, Kane. I need you.” She rocked her hips again then plunged her hand beneath my waistband. When her smooth hand wrapped around my achingly hard dick, I let out a hiss of air. Confusion turned my mind into a battlefield. I couldn’t let my daughter stroke my cock but fuck…I couldn’t stop her. She felt too good and I was too weak.
“Listen,” I said, my breathing ragged. “You can make me come and trust me, I’ll return the favor but we can’t fuck, North. We can’t.” I tried to hold on to some modicum of sanity but I knew it was pointless.
