Preacher's Daughter: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance Read online

  The same beautiful creature I saw is closer now and I can make out her blond hair tied in a ponytail.

  A faint spray of freckles across her button nose and flushed, round cheeks gives her the appearance of a younger woman not too far out of her teens I’d guess.

  I swallow hard, having to cover my mouth once she unexpectedly lifts her whole fucking shirt right off in front of me.

  Her clear, wide blue eyes blink out at me as mine zoom in on that magnificent chest.

  Large, heavy breasts, but firm. I hear myself make a low sound once she bends forward, easing herself out of whatever else she has on.

  I’m done. I know I am, I can’t help it.

  I grip a branch with one hand and fumble to free myself with the other, the cool air hitting my stiff cock like a slick of ice water onto hot tar.

  I groan softly to myself, suddenly aware that I need to be quiet as well as still if my show’s gonna continue.

  I grip both branch and my own wood even harder, hugging myself against the tree to keep a lower profile as I peer around the thickness of the gnarled old trunk.

  She’s moved back from the window, studying herself in a full length mirror.

  Her thick chest balances out the most perfect set of hips I’ve ever seen. And an ass that I know has my name on it.

  I’m a big guy, and I know just from looking that she’ll be the perfect fit for me.

  My legs between hers as I grip those childbearing hips… filling her with my-

  I moan again, louder, as I feel a thick line of precome run over my hand as my cock starts to twitch already.

  I cover my mouth again, tasting myself and biting down both sides of my jaw, trying at once not to come and not to make another sound.

  I need to save it for her… to fill her with it, not jerking off in a tree like some damned caveman.

  But who is she?

  I need to know, and what’s more, I need to get inside that house and stake my claim before anybody else happens past.

  What if that was her boyfriend or husband leaving just now?

  Like my wanting to blow my load, I can’t even bring myself to think about her like that.

  She’s mine because I saw her first and that’s just how it’s gonna be from now on.

  Mine!

  If she is alone, then I need to keep watch over her. That’s what I’m telling myself to justify me being up a tree by her bedroom window with my dick in my hand.

  Tossing her T-shirt over the mirror, I watch her move away from the window towards the bathroom before she stops, turning her head to one side so quickly I’m sure she’s figured out I’m watching her.

  She moves out of sight, passing only briefly again so I can see she has a towel wrapped around herself now.

  Dammit!

  “Dad?” I hear her calling out, her Southern accent only slight, huskier than anything else. Like she’s been screaming all day and her voice is almost breaking when she says certain words.

  I’ll make you scream all day… and all night.

  My heart lifts once she comes back into her room, sliding off the towel after gnawing at her lip, staring out the window past me, out into who knows where or what in her mind’s eye.

  I watch with fascination as she eventually turns, and leaving both the bathroom door and shower curtain open, I continue watching over her as she showers.

  The sheen of cold water on her body is the sugar on top, like a special treat when I already feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  She runs her hands over herself, but I can see she’s hesitant, almost ashamed. But there’s something of a coy smile playing on her lips at times too.

  I can’t figure it out. I don’t need to figure it out, I just need to enjoy this as long as I can and try to keep my hands off myself.

  Once she drops the soap though and bends over to pick it up, lingering as it slips around I know I’m done for yet again.

  I groan loudly, not even caring anymore as I start to work my cock frantically, needing to get some relief as I realize how helpless I am at the sight of her naked like this.

  I want to hold it, I really do. I’m trying.

  I see her own hand slide through between her legs, all soapy as she makes a few passes over her sex, cleaning herself.

  I hear a rumble of thunder and some lightning flashes right overhead.

  It mutes some of my animal cries as I feel the come rising up my shaft as my balls clench, as I-

  “Ah! Ooooh! Agggh!”

  …As I fall out of the tree right before I climax, landing on my back, my dick still twitching in my hand as the weather breaks instead, showering me with warm rain in huge drops as the sky lights up and the deep rumble of thunder continues as night finally takes the sky.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Faith

  I sleep late, late for me anyway, and even through the storm overnight which I can smell before I even open my eyes. I shiver a little too, the air’s cooler, and I’m all tangled up in my sheets.

  My hand somehow stuck down between my legs too.

  I remember Dad leaving, opening the windows. But after that everything is a little bit like a dream, the dream I feel like I’m still in when I think about the feeling that’s come over me.

  I skipped dinner too, nothing new there but I wonder if that’s what’s made me so spacey?

  No, it was definitely something in the air before that storm hit. Something that made me feel more than just ‘spacey’.

  The chime of the doorbell jolts me wide awake, last night’s abandonment and fantasy suddenly replaced with real-life anxiety.

  Everything my Dad said about drifters and needing to keep the place locked up comes flooding back to me.

  But so does what he said about the Air-con repair guy making an appearance.

  The bell chimes again, and I puff air out of my cheeks, almost falling over as I try to get out of bed, tangled up still in the damned sheet.

  I find my Japanese silk robe but opt for making whoever it is wait while I slip on my T-shirt and track pants, easing into slippers as I get to the top of the stairs.

  But the outline of the man I see through the glass of the front door makes me stop dead in my tracks.

  I hear myself trying to gulp, but the raspiness of my tongue against a dry mouth is all I’m getting.

  I can’t even make out the outline of his head, not until he takes a step back.

  He’s freakin’ huge.

  About fantasy man size, I’d say.

  His V-shape fills the whole doorway, which is solid frosted glass but I can make him out just fine so far.

  I feel my breath shiver as I start to go down the stairs, that feeling from last night getting stronger with each step until my knees are practically knocking by the time I get to the door.

  I sense him seeing my own shape through the glass, also sure I hear a low sound, like an animal.

  Maybe the guy takes his dog to work?

  I should ask who it is, I should do a ton of things but my hand once again has a life of its own. Betraying all my sensibilities by yanking the door open.

  Ripping my present open the night before Christmas…

  I study his obvious pant bulge through thick denim jeans first, then my eyes move up, taking in his thick muscular frame which is straining against a blue T-shirt that makes my eyes cross trying to take all of him in at once.

  I hear myself gasp aloud, almost whimpering before I can lift my head enough to see his face.

  A heavy, tanned, and chiseled jaw has a dusting of stubble which shifts like dark sand as he opens his mouth to say something.

  My eyes move to his, it’s the same dark eyes I saw in my fantasy. The same shaggy thick, dark hair that has-

  “You have leaves in your hair,” I remark, narrowing my eyes and even standing on tippy toes just to be sure.

  Yep. We have those out back.

  Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and pulls a twig with some leaves from his hair,
tossing it behind him.

  “Better?” he asks, his voice making my legs go soft again, it’s so deep. So rich, like the light in his eyes it makes me want to listen to it all day as I just stare into that brooding look.

  I feel my head nodding, my mouth’s gaping now and I’m pressing my legs together like I need to pee, but it’s only to keep myself standing upright.

  That urge to get on all fours is back again, Mr. Fantasy has just walked out of my dreams and onto my front porch.

  “I’m Noah,” he says finally, thrusting out a huge hand that my fingers only manage to wrap around a couple of his before they cover all of mine.

  “Faith,” I squeak, feeling giddy now, wishing I’d eaten.

  Wondering how many of these fingers I could-

  “I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here,” I say nervously, trying to make small talk as I refuse to let go of his hand.

  “Get here,” he parrots like he’s suddenly in a trance of his own.

  “To fix the air conditioning,” I reply, noting his unusual suitcase looking toolbox with my eyes before I dive back into his.

  Deep, endless eyes. So deep I can’t even swim there anymore. I have to just drown in them.

  “Air conditioning,” he drones, looking confused but nodding a little before his brow cocks in recognition, a sly grin playing on his lips. Two rows of perfect, brilliant white teeth reveal a warm and intoxicating smile that matches every other part of the man.

  He’s freaking perfect.

  Tugging at his fingers, I practically pull him into the house. “It’s upstairs. In my room,” I tell him, noting his low groan of approval that’s nearly masked by the sound of his heavy boots on the wooden floor.

  “Bedroom,” he says in that same monotone like he’s stuck for words or something.

  Maybe he’s not too bright, or maybe just a man of few words. Who cares? Look at the man!

  Gnawing my lip I eventually let go of him and turn to head up the stairs. His dense footfalls behind me, plus that feeling from last night all tingle up my spine with every step I take.

  He’s about four steps behind me, taking his time and I feel those eyes on me, watching what I know is my ass moving around inside my sweats.

  Again, I’d normally feel like dying from embarrassment, but with Noah; with that feeling last night, I feel like I could do anything as long as it scratches this itch I’ve got deep inside me.

  “It’s just through here,” I announce, turning and bumping into him at the top of the stairs, gasping as both my hands press against his rock hard body.

  “Are you alone?” he asks me sternly, looking down at me. I notice he didn’t bring his tools either.

  Instead of being scared, I’m thrilled, proudly telling him I am alone.

  “All by myself,” I whisper hoarsely, feeling like my hands are stuck just like when he took mine into his a moment ago.

  “Good,” he murmurs, and my hands slide down as I turn away, I have to before I squeal out loud and beg him to do something, anything to me.

  I think of my Dad again, about the whole Preacher’s Daughter stigma. But what Noah doesn’t know doesn’t need to matter, right?

  The moment I do turn around, I’m looking at both the air unit and the open window which houses it, plus the huge Cypress tree in our yard.

  The same tree that was in Noah’s hair.

  I freeze on the spot, a familiar shudder gripping my whole body as I somehow just know it was him watching me last night.

  That it was he who was and still is giving me this magical feeling inside.

  I’m almost too scared to turn around now, now that I know his secret.

  Now that I know he’s the man who saw me naked, saw me struggling not to play with myself.

  Saw me laying naked on my bed all night, doing who knows what.

  I only have one question to ask: how long was he watching? But Noah seems determined to maintain his act as the repairman, and who am I to try and stop him.

  “Uh, did you try plugging it in?” he asks, stepping past me and bending down. The fine view of his strong back tapering down to his taught behind is enough to make me gasp again.

  I feel dizzy, suddenly, like I need to sit down. I stumble back, letting myself catch the edge of my bed.

  “Umm… yeah I tried plugging it in. The fan was on last night so I so-,” I blush.

  “Yeah, I know,” he says, almost chuckling to himself.

  And we both freeze.

  The silence between us so great I can even hear the clock ticking on the mantle downstairs. It feels like even the birds have gone silent at the realization.

  “I mean… because it’s plugged in here. That’s what I mean,” he says firmly to correct himself without turning around.

  But now I do know.

  It was him.

  It is him, and he’s in my bedroom.

  Only steps away from the bathroom floor I imagined my mysterious fantasy man to be stuffing me from behind on.

  I want to ask him if he makes a habit of climbing trees to spy on lonely girls when the doorbell chimes again, making us both jump a little.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Noah

  I never did get to finish my climax, falling from the tree was probably a blessing in disguise. Now I know I’m saving it for her, all of it.

  Spending the night up a tree isn’t my idea of fun either, but the truck’s only a little more comfortable, plus it’s the only way I could make sure I kept an eye on her all night.

  I didn’t sleep a wink and I don’t feel any worse off for it either, far from it. I’ve never felt so alive, more invigorated in my entire life.

  Nor have I ever had such a raging hard on either, how long is it before they say to get to a hospital when it doesn’t go down?

  All night, through a light storm I watched her, catching glimpses of her full nakedness with the lightning and making out the rest of her only as a shadow until the gray morning light.

  She’s a busy sleeper, or maybe just a heavy dreamer. If I wasn’t watching over her, I’d almost think she had someone else in there with the number of noises she was making.

  Drives me wild with desire for her, and I can’t wait to stake my claim. She’s more important to me now than the case even.

  I actually left it at the bottom of the tree half the night before even remembering it and carrying it back up with me, tucking it in a thick branch while I watched her sleep.

  Waiting as long as I can, I’m ringing that front doorbell as soon as she stirs. I don’t know what else to do. Another minute of just staring at her through the window, and I’ll probably climb right through it.

  Seeing her up close, having a name to put to that sweet face. It’s almost all I need.

  But I know I already need more than just an introduction.

  Fortunately, she thinks I’m someone else, somebody coming to fix her air conditioning. Well, that suits me just fine, and in no time at all, I’m watching that fine ass of hers shimmy up in front as we climb the stairs to her room.

  Perfect.

  I let slip about knowing she had her fan on all night and cover myself, I think.

  But it’s the sensation of something else about to happen, followed by the doorbell chiming that has my back straightening right away.

  “I’ll get it,” I tell her, standing from a crouch after examining her air unit, not even trying to hide my half hardness, which I’m pleased she notices.

  “Uh, I think I’d better,” she says, flushing a deeper shade of red before she finally gets up, cutting in front of me at the top of the stairs.

  I almost grab her, wanting to just swing her around and tell her. Tell her she’s mine now.

  Watching her walk down the stairs, I realize that would maybe be too much right now.

  I shake my head a little, surprised at just how crazy I’m acting.

  And all because of a girl I just met.

  I follow her down the stairs, our eyes locking in the m
irror by the door. She’s chewing her lip again.

  Anxious but not scared. A needful, pleading look in her eyes, but I can’t tell exactly what she wants from me.

  Even though I know what she needs.

  My eyes shift to the shadow outside as they narrow. A low sound of annoyance emanates from me.

  She opens the door just a little, hugging the edge so I can’t see all the way past her.

  “Oh hi, Faith! Your Dad told me to swing by… something about you’re A/C on the fritz?”

  Friendly. Cheerful southern drawl.

  Male.

  Faith seems to know him and opens the door wider, the first thing he sees is me looming up behind her and his eyes widen as he gulps before taking a step back.

  Toolbox, overalls. Younger guy, a kid really. Sort of barrel-shaped, glasses. Pig nosed.

  He’s the local repair guy I take it.

  Well, not today junior. This is my turf now, I’m staking my claim.

  “It’s been fixed,” I growl, leaning so far over Faith I feel the small of her back, her soft ass pressing against me.

  She leans back even, and I fancy she makes a little mewing sound as she relaxes into my growing hardness as it blooms up her spine.

  The repair guy looks puzzled, his eyes moving from mine to Faith.

  Faith murmurs something, one of her hands behind the door reaching around for me, gripping against my thigh and making me groan.

  “Sorry, Fitz. Didn’t Daddy tell you? I had a… friend drop by and it’s being fixed already,” she manages through a shivering breath.

  “Being fixed, or has been fixed,” Fitz says, his eyes narrowing with suspicion now as he pulls up his tool belt, pushing his glasses up his snout.

  “Being fixed,” I growl from behind her, feeling the vibrations of my voice run through her hot little body pushed up against mine.

  God, I’m gonna fuck her so hard. I know I am and she’s gonna scream my name so loud the whole world will know she belongs to me.

  “Well, uh… Mister…?” Fitz asks, propping the door open with one of his feet.

  “Pastor Holding asked me to come by and check on Faith’s Air con, Mister. And I’d appreciate it if y’all would let me do just that!” he announces with some authority.