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  “Uh.” He gives a nervous chuckle and holds his hands up. “Sorry man, I didn't know she was yours.” She doesn’t know it yet but she sure as fuck is about to be mine. I don’t give a fuck if she is here with someone else, she’s going to be mine. I grunt, not even bothering to turn before I am walking towards her. The closer I get the more I can make out. She has a heart-shaped face, with freckles and full bee-stung lips. She is a little taller than I first thought but still a foot shorter than me. The closer I get, the harder she blushes, and it only adds to my desire to see just how far down it goes. When I finally reach her, I feel a fierce need to protect her, possess every inch of her and I don't even know her name. She has the most unique eyes I've ever seen. They are blue by the iris but fade out to dark green.

  "Mr. Bates?" she asks, looking up at me hopefully. Lord, her voice is sweet as honey. Suddenly all I can think about is my name on her lips.

  "Baxter please, and you are?" She gives me a sweet shy smile.

  "It's nice to meet you, Baxter. I'm Clementine. Your mother ordered some baked goods and I was wondering where you would like me to put them?" she asks, sticking out her hand for me to shake. I grab it then kiss the back of her knuckles.

  "It's lovely to meet you, Clementine." Her eyes go glossy and she shivers at my touch. I see the outline of her nipples poke through her shirt. Good, this attraction isn't just one-sided. I reluctantly let go of her hand. "I have a table on the deck for them." She nods her head

  "Okay, I will go grab them." The thought of her walking around without me makes my skin feel tight and my heart starts to race. There are too many single guys here and she is too gorgeous to be left alone. Anyone of these fuckers could try to take her away from me and there is no fucking way I’ll let that happen.

  "Wait," I say a little too loudly when she makes a move to leave. She looks up at me with questioning eyes. "I'll help you grab them," I say with what I hope is a charming smile. She gives me a radiant one back and a dimple pops out on both cheeks.

  "Oh, thank you so much. There are a lot of them." I put my hand on the small of her back while we make our way through the house and I just barely resist the urge to rip the eyes out of every guy that looks at her. When she walks to a van that looks like a death trap, I frown. I don't like the thought of her driving this thing. It looks like it is going to fall apart. She opens the side door to grab something and I almost swallow my tongue when I get my first real look at her ass in her skintight pants.

  “Okay, so with the espresso cupcakes I used real Bailey’s and cream so you'll want to make sure your wife knows not to let the kids eat these ones,” she says as she hands me a big box of cupcakes, completely oblivious to the fact that she has effectively ruined me for any other woman.

  “I’ll let all the parents know about those ones. I'm not married, little lamb,” I growl out.

  “Oh, good,'' she breathes then her eyes get big. “Um, I mean, uh...”

  “Want to change that?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows only half-joking. She laughs nervously but is saved from having to answer when Trent and Freddy come out of the house and ask if we need help. I instantly want to growl at them and tell them to fuck off. I shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't even know what her last name is, and I am ready to beat the shit out of any man who looks at what's mine.

  “Oh, that would be wonderful, that way I can get out of your hair so you can enjoy your party.” Hell, why does it feel like she is punching me in the chest when she says she is going to leave?

  What the hell is the woman doing to me? She hands them two more boxes then grabs the last box. We all make our way back inside and through the house and to the kitchen where one of the guy’s wife is.

  “Hey Clair, could you get these all set up on the white table on the deck? The chocolate ones need to stay with the liquor because they are just for the adults.” I ask as I set the chocolate ones on the counter.

  “Sure thing, Bax.” I grab the box that Clementine was holding and hand it to Clair.

  “Thank you. I’m going to walk Clementine out then I will be back in.”

  “Oh no that's fine. I don't want you to miss anything. I can find my way out.” I shake my head and put my hand at the small of her back.

  “Nope, I'll walk you out.'' She just nods her head but doesn't answer when we get back to her van and she is all situated. I lean in through the open window and tuck a small piece of hair behind her ear.

  “Would you like to come to lunch with me tomorrow?” I can’t stand the thought of not seeing her again and I am not above begging or ordering more cupcakes just to see her. She gives me another one of those smiles where both of her dimples show and I fucking love it.

  “I would love to.”

  “Perfect. Where is your phone?” She grabs it from the cup holder then hands it to me. I program my phone number in it then call myself so that I have her number too. “Wonderful. Text me when you get home so I know you got there safe then send me your address and I will pick you up for lunch around twelve.”

  “Okay,” she says kissing my cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Baxter.” I normally love my Father’s Day dinners but fuck if I don't wish it were tomorrow already.

  Chapter Four

  Clementine

  I drive home in a daze trying to process what just happened. The sexiest man I have ever seen just asked me out on my very first date. He is the definition of tall, dark and handsome, He is at least a foot taller than my 5’5 height. Somehow, he makes me feel dainty as fuck next to him. I would be lying if I said I didn't love it. His short stylish hair is just starting to get that sexy salt and pepper look that I had no idea I found attractive. His dark lashes frame a pair of brown eyes that are the color of smooth whiskey, his nose looks like it has been broken a time or two and I instantly wanted to know what the story is behind it. His strong jaw is covered with a thick beard and God is his mouth is perfect. He has full lips that I can't help wondering if they are as soft as they look. Luckily, I didn't get lost on the way home with how distracted I was. I can smell the dinner my aunt is making as soon as I walk through the garage. Hell yes, I love her cooking. I make my way to the kitchen and see that she already has the table ready and is in the middle of pouring two glasses of wine.

  “Hey aunty,” I say walking to the table and plopping down. She grins and brings the wine to the table

  “How did it go, dearie?” I gratefully took the pleasure to gulp half of it down, trying to cool down some of my raging libido that I was sure I would never have.

  “It was really good, I got asked out.” She nods her head and takes a sip of wine. “I said yes.'' The sip of wine she just took comes out her nose and she starts to cough. I have been asked out before, but I have never said yes because something always felt like it was missing. I never got that butterflies in your tummy, heart all aflutter feeling until today when Baxter asked me out.

  “Fuck that burns like the dickens. I can’t believe you finally said yes. He must be pretty sexy,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows as she sits down. I laugh and take a sip of my wine. She has no idea.

  “There is something about him that just made me want to say yes,” I say on a sigh thinking about his big strong arms wrapped around me.

  “Hallelujah, girl, when is it?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Oh, how fun.” We chat until we are done eating dinner then I do the dishes while she puts them away.

  “Thanks for dinner Aunt Kikky, and Happy Father's Day. Thank you for taking such good care of me and loving me like your own. You are amazing,” I tell her as I give her a hug good night. She pulls back and grabs my face.

  “Sweet girl. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you, Clem.” I try not to get teary-eyed, so I bite the inside of my cheek.

  “I love you too.” I manage to get out without crying. It's been a long-ass couple of days, so I decided that a shower and a Disney movie are just what I need. I don't even remember that I was supposed
to text him until I am out of the shower and dressed.

  Shit… I try to find my phone in my purse, but I have so much shit in it. I just dump it out on my bed. When I finally find my phone there are three texts waiting for me. All of them are from him, asking me if I am okay and if I got home safely. I instantly feel horrible when I look at the clock and see that I've been home for three hours. I hate that I worried him, but I also think it is sweet that he cared enough to text me first and make sure I was okay.

  After I put everything back in my bag, I turn on Disney+ then turn out the lights. Once I make it back to my bed, I grab my stuffie and crawl in. I can’t sleep unless I am watching a Disney movie and I have my stuffed elephant, Charlie, with me. It's been like that ever since I was a little girl. It's just one of the many quirks that I have. I decide on Hercules before shooting him a text.

  Me: I am so sorry it took me so long to reply, I made it home safe.

  I am expecting a text back so when his name pops up on my caller ID a few seconds later, I sit straight up and bite my nail. Oh my God, he is calling me. What if he decided to cancel our date because he thinks I am too immature because I didn't text him back as soon as I got home. I take a deep breath before answering.

  "Hello?" There is an audible sigh of relief on the other end and my heart flutters.

  "Hey, sweetheart. I was starting to get worried.'' The sound of his voice over the phone gives me goosebumps. My breathing picks up and my pussy is instantly wet. What the hell is wrong with me? I go most of my adult life without ever getting horny over a man and the second I hear his voice I am ready to rip my panties off and ask him to have his way with me. My face heats and I clear my throat.

  "I'm sorry, I worried you."

  "It's alright sweetheart, I'm just glad you got there safe. Do you work tomorrow?” My stomach gets butterflies whenever he calls me that.

  “Nope. I have the day off.”

  “Perfect. How does twelve sound for our date?” I bury my face in Charlie and squeal. I have a date with a sexy as sin man after I compose myself, I answer him back.

  “That sounds perfect. Where are we going, what should I wear?” I ask excitedly as he chuckles.

  “It’s a surprise sweetheart, no dress code. Send me your address so I can pick you up.” I can’t stop smiling.

  “Okay. I’ll see you at twelve.”

  “Wonderful. Good night, Clementine.”

  “Night Baxter.”

  After we hang up, I set my alarm for the morning then I text him my addresses. One text leads into two and before I know it, we have been talking most of the night. I tell him about my love of elephants, how they are my favorite animal. how I love to color and crochet. How I hate sushi but love Chinese food. I don't know why I feel so comfortable around him when I hardly know him at all. What I have learned I love. He tells me about himself and his job. He tells me about his son Bennett who just so happens to be four years older than me. Which I feel like I should care about, but I really don’t give a fuck. Does this make me weird? Who the fuck knows? All I know is that I have never had a connection like this with anyone.

  We play twenty questions, where I ask him a question then he asks me. I learn that he loves to go on hikes or swimming in the lake. His favorite color is blue, and he hates cantaloupe but loves honeydew. He is really close to his parents and that he has never been married. He loves scotch but hates brandy. He has never watched an episode of the Big Bang Theory, which I told him was completely unacceptable and that I was going to make him watch it one day. We end up texting back and forth until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

  Chapter Five

  Baxter

  I should not be this nervous to go on a date. I am a grown-ass man. I take a deep breath then knock on the door. A few seconds later it opens, and she is standing there looking like a goddamn angel. All my blood goes rushing to my cock as I run my hungry eyes over her lush body taking in every detail. Fuck she is stunning. I didn’t think that I could find her any sexier, but fuck was I wrong. Her blonde hair is down in waves around her smooth shoulders and comes to rest right over her huge tits that are barely contained in the yellow sundress that she is wearing. It cups her ample chest like a second skin, then flares out at her waist stopping just above her knees. Her thick toned legs appear to go on for miles with the pink strappy heels she is wearing. God, I am one lucky son of a bitch. I run my eyes back up to her face, her cheeks are bright pink, and her perfect white teeth are biting into her plump bottom lip.

  “You look beautiful Clementine.” Her blush starts to run down her neck and over her chest she quickly shuts the door.

  “Thank you, you look pretty handsome yourself.” I look down at my own outfit. I am in a pair of blue jeans and a blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It's my usual attire but it's perfect for a warm summer afternoon and the date that I have planned. I take a step to the side and gesture for her to go ahead of me

  “Thanks, sweetheart, you look beautiful in that dress.” She grins then does a little twirl right in front of my truck. Her dress rides up giving me all kinds of ideas.

  “Thank you. It's my favorite because it has pockets,” she says happily. Hell, she is like a ray of sunshine that I didn't know I needed. I instantly know that I will do everything in my power to make her smile like that for the rest of my life. Her grin is infectious, and I can't help but chuckle as I open the door for her.

  “I didn't know pockets were so exciting.” She giggles then hops into the passenger seat.

  “Oh yes, you hardly ever find dresses with them. If you find a dress with pockets, it's like a unicorn. Although I think that all dresses should have them,” she says after she is buckled up.

  “Well, they should all have them then,” I tell her.

  “Totally.” I chuckle and shut the door then make my way towards my side then I get in and pull out of the driveway. She squirms in her seat excitedly.

  “Where are we going on our date?”

  “It’s a surprise.” She gives me a little pout.

  “Fine.” I can’t help but chuckle. We talk about everything and anything the whole thirty-minute drive back to my place. She tells me about her parents and her aunt raising her. How her favorite colors are green and light pink. I tell her more about what I do for work and I love that she genuinely seems interested in what I do for a living. She asked me questions about where I went to school and what made me want to do that. When I pull up to my house and turn off the truck, she gives me a questioning look.

  “Trust me,” is all I say before I get out of the truck and make my way to the passenger side. After she is out, I grab her hand and we make our way around my house and over to a small trail that I put walking stones along. She giggles nervously the further we go on the trail we walk.

  “You're not planning on chopping me up out here, are you?” I throw my head back and laugh.

  “No, but after I asked you out I did google romantic dates and decided on this one,” I say just as we step out onto the clearing overlooking the lake and all of the mountains surrounding it. There is a huge willow tree in the middle with a red checkered blanket under it, a wicker basket full of our picnic stuff, and a bottle of wine chilling. She gasps and her hand goes to her mouth.

  “Oh, wow. It's so beautiful.” My chest feels with pride that I made her so happy. As we walk towards the blanket I decide to finally ask her the question I have been holding off on mainly because I don't want to tell her my age and have her think I am too old for her.

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  “I'm twenty-four.” Holy fucking hell, I knew she was young but fuck she is four years younger than my son. I must make a face because her smile falls, and she nervously tucks her hair behind her ear.

  “Does the age difference freak you out? We can just be friends instead.” Fuck no, I do not want to just be her friend. I don’t give a fuck about the age difference. All I have been thinking about since the moment I met her was that I
wanted to make her mine. I can’t let her think for a second that I would be embarrassed or uncomfortable with her as my woman.

  “I can't just be your friend little lamb, because of all the naughty things I want to do to your curvy little body." I lean in closer to her, my mouth millimeters away from hers.

  “Oh,” she breathes out, her pouty lips are begging for my kiss. Fuck! I want her as I have never wanted anything before. She makes me feel things I don't even understand. I want to treat her like my sweet little princess but fuck her like she is my own God damn fuck doll. I want to worship the ground she walks on all the while I watch her eyes water when I fuck the back of her throat with my hard cock. She lets off a little whimper and something snaps inside of me. I need her lips on mine, my hand wraps around the back of her neck cradling her head in my palm and her hip in the other. I pull her flat against me. She lets out a gasp when she feels my hard length throb against her soft stomach.

  "I'm the big bad wolf, little lamb, and I am about to make you all fucking mine," I growl before sealing my mouth over hers for the first time. It's unlike anything I have ever experienced before. The minute my lips touch hers I feel like I’ve finally come home. Her arms wrap around my back and her nails dig into my back. I deepen the kiss plunging my tongue into her mouth. She moans and it’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard. I am about to come in my pants. I run my tongue along with hers and she tentatively does the same. Fuck, she is as innocent as she looks and it’s like a fucking drug. I am instantly addicted to her sweet sighs, her little moans, and the way her breath hitches when I tighten my hand in her hair. The way she seems to try and pull me closer to her. I want to consume every inch of her. I’m so consumed by her that I don’t feel the first raindrop or the second but soon the whole fucking sky decides to open up and it’s pouring rain. We both break apart gasping for breath, water droplets dot her eyelashes as she looks up at me like our first kiss rocked her world just like it did mine.