Page 18 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

“Okay, Kristy. I’ll put your name in for an initiation, but sweetheart, you tell me if you change your mind. I can withdraw your name anytime. I can quit the club because it doesn’t mean that much to me. Plus, I’m going to put you in for an initiation, but not immediately. I want you to think about this for a while. I love you, Kristy, and you’re my one and only daughter. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

I let out a small giggle.

“I’m not uncomfortable, Daddy. You don’t have to worry because I can take care of myself now, promise. Plus, this is what I want, okay? Don’t worry, James. It’s all going to be okay.”

My dad still looks conflicted, but he nods and begins eating his pancakes again. I smile beatifically, my mind already going to Owen. After all, new vistas have opened because the handsome man took my hand and showed me how life could be. Now, I can’t wait to get to know him better, and my initiation will only be the beginning.

8

Owen

Six months later.

I stare at the beautiful girl whom I’ve come to love. She’s seated in my room at the Lodge, and I marvel at her lush curves. Kristy smiles at me while popping another bite of brownie in her mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asks coyly.

I merely stare at her, unable to tear my eyes from her bounty.

“Sweetheart, the cat’s got my tongue all the time around you.”

She giggles.

“Good, because it’s almost time, Owen. Initiation is in three hours, but they want me to talk with an older girl first about what to expect.”

I nod slowly.

“Yes, I think they want you to meet with Amanda. But honey, are you sure you want to go through with this? You don’t have to, baby girl. I love you so much, and our relationship doesn’t have to begin within these four walls. I’m willing to quit to be with you, Kristy. You mean that much to me.”

She gets up and walks to me before leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. My pulse accelerates as I gaze into her face. Her features are delicate and beautiful and my heart expands just looking at her. This woman is everything to me, and I’d sell my soul to be with her.

But she merely smiles impishly and giggles again.

“Owen, I want to become a part of the club. It feels right,” she says simply, “and I think our relationship will be deeper and more meaningful if we’re both members. After all, the Lodge is insanely wonderful,” she says with an impish smile. “And as an associate member, I’ll be able to sample all of its delights.”

I nod because the Lodge has a lot of different rooms made for sensual pleasure. Yet, nothing makes me happier than the taste of my girl’s sweet curves. It’s simple and straightforward, but her sassy personality, incredible body, and fun sense of humor are what keep me coming back for more. I’ve fallen head over heels in love with this woman, and that’s the long and the short of it.

At first, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Kristy went to confront her dad, and I was expecting the worst. I was expecting all hell to break loose because what father wants to his daughter to be a member of our club? But miracle of miracles, Owen agreed to let her join. Her initiation was postponed for six months as a precaution, but it made sense to me. Not every girl is a fit for Dads and Daughters, after all.

But Kristy and I used those six months to get to know one another, and it’s been fantastic in every sense of the word. I’ve taken her out on every kind of date possible: small, intimate two-person dinners together, as well as gatherings with my friends. In fact, there was a specific get-together that I especially wanted her to attend because it would prepare her for her ultimate initiation with the club.

“What is this?” she asked with a confused blush, looking around the kitchen table. “It looks like a guy’s night.”

We were at my friend Brick’s place, and nothing looked out of place. He lives in a fixer upper on the west side of town, and the kitchen was a bit ramshackle, but still okay. Linoleum counters and a shiny wooden table that had seen better days sat in the middle of the room. More importantly, there were three other alpha males sitting around the table and a deck of cards on the table.

“It is a guy’s night, Kristy,” I said slowly, nodding at the other men. “Honey, this is Brock, Brick, and Nestor. Guys, this is Kristy.”

“Hey,” she smiled, blushing prettily as the men nodded. But then my girl turned to me. “Owen, why am I here if it’s a guy’s night?” she asked in a whisper. “Aren’t you guys going to be watching football, drinking beer, and belching? I don’t belong here.”

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