Page 2 of Something More

Chapter Two

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Ford

I call Payton and watch as she silences the call and then turns her phone off completely. My eyes narrow on the little redhead, she's been eighteen for all of three days and now she's sneaking out, leaving the island on the last ferry to the mainland. All that tells me is that she doesn't plan to come home tonight.

Over the years, Payton's body has changed, which is to be expected. What wasn't expected the day a gap-toothed five-year-old came up to me with flaming red hair and told me we were an item, was how those changes would tempt me so damn hard. Hard being the appropriate word.

Her breasts are full and swell softly in the dress she is wearing. They aren't as big as some girls but they are perfect for me. I know because I've spent hours - hours! - looking at her. We made out a little bit too, until I had to stop because I was afraid I couldn't control myself.

I've had to fight my urges where she is concerned since I was fifteen years old and moved in with her family. Mom died that year in a car crash but she had been leaving me by myself ever since I was around ten so I had already spent a good deal of time over at the James house. It just seemed natural that when mom died the James' stepped in and kept me out of the system.

But it was hell having the girl you plan to marry and start a life with be so close and yet so far away. Payton was just twelve then. Way too young to do any of the things I had been dreaming of doing to her since I was fifteen.

I had to leave the island as soon as I could or run the risk of my restraint fraying and me taking Payton way too early and way too rough. And now, I'm on a fucking boat heading back to the city because my little girl is impatient and doesn't understand why I have to keep my distance from her.

I talked to Dirk who’s become a good friend over the last year I've worked with him about wanting to be a good man for my girl. Little did I know Dirk completely understood how I felt. He has the hots for Payton's twin, Hadden. Not that I'm telling a soul since it's his secret to have or let go off.

Turns out we have something else in common besides liking sisters who kind of look like one another. Personally, I don't see the resemblance to Payton when I look at Hadden at all and I know Dirk doesn't when it's Hadden being talked about. Turns out the urges, the needs, I have aren't abnormal or wrong. I had spent my entire teens trying to be 'normal' and have normal urges so that I would be the perfect man for Payton when it was time to finally be with her. All those years trying to fit into someone else's box because I thought it was the right thing to do.

Thank God I started finally talking things over with Dirk. He was the first person to tell me that wanting to take control of the object of your affection isn't really wrong. It's just because you want to keep them safe, keep them close. It actually gives Payton all the power because she can tell me to slow down or stop and I would. But she doesn't get to tell me how to fuck her, how to make her cum, how to keep her happy. That is for me to decide.

She can be the ruler in the streets, but I'm king in the sheets. I am completely alright with her making decisions for us everywhere, but no one will ever be able to love her the way I will. I'm a fucking pro at it and I plan to only get better. I plan to catalog what turns her on, what drives her crazy, what makes her little pussy pop for me. I want to document every sigh, every gasp, every fucking squirt that she gives me. When it comes to taking care of her little body, no one will ever do it like I do it. Ever!

I squirm on the bench Dirk and I are sitting on. Pissed off that Payton would even try to sneak off the island. She might be old enough but she’s not aware of what’s out in the world - and that's more than okay. It's my job to keep her safe, to keep that innocence about her. She’s not aware of how her looks are affecting every fucking male on this ship. How the sight of her young, firm tits in that plunging dress makes men's mouths water or how the sway of her hips teases every dick in the room with the promise of a good, hard ride.

That's alright. She doesn't have to be aware of it. Because I'm here. So she can dress any god damn way she wants to, and shake her young body any damn way she pleases with no fear of being harmed or having to deal with repercussions. I can't promise the ground around her won't be littered with dead bodies when she does it but that's not for her to worry about. Every damned male around should know I'm wearing a gun and have no problem shooting a mother fucker if I have to.

So tonight might be the night that Payton has chosen to be a little rebellious, a little bit up to no good and that’s ok because tonight is also the night I've chosen to show her just who I really am. Payton's fate was sealed the day she walked up to me and told me I was hers. She didn't understand then what that meant but it's past time I teach my girl exactly what she's claimed as her own!

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