Trailer Park Daddies – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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“Jase,” I said, my voice open and inviting. “It’s seven a.m. for crying out loud. What happened this morning to make you so mad? What is it?”

The man wouldn’t even look at me, those blue eyes fixed on the road as we drove to school, through an abandoned lot before pulling onto the local road. Corn fields rolled by, the first kiss of frost on the golden stalks, a couple cows mooing here and there, aimlessly turning to look at us as we passed.

“Jase,” I tried again. “Was it Ms. Smith? Look, I know this is really awkward, but I can tell from the way she looks at you. I know she asked you to stay after yesterday for some bullshit meeting, so seriously, tell me if she’s doing something inappropriate! Everyone knows Ms. Smith is a cougar. Tell me or tell Brent, tell the administration, tell someone, but don’t keep it locked up inside.”

Jason’s hands clenched the steering wheel even tighter, knuckles white, still refusing to look at me.

“Seriously Jase,” I sighed again, looking out the window as my fingers drummed against my thigh. “I can’t do anything for you if you won’t tell me. If you won’t tell me, at least tell Brent,” I harrumphed, referring to our guardian.

Jason’s head snapped towards me then, those blue eyes fierce, so bright that I literally jumped in my seat.

“Tell Brent,” he snarled. “What a great idea. I can tell that you have all the answers, Miss Goody Two Shoes,” he sneered.

I drew back, hurt. I’d only been meaning to help and Mr. Larson had been so good to both of us. What was the harm in confiding in the big man?

“You need to be more grateful,” I said disdainfully, refusing to look at him as we zipped along the road. “Brent’s given us both a place to sleep, put food on the table, and heck, even set you up with the union for a job after graduation. You know how hard that is to get? Tons of people want to join the union. You’ve got to know someone to get in and Brent put in a good word for you. He pulled some strings for you. So yeah, what’s wrong with telling Brent?”

Jason just shook his head disgustedly.

“Seriously Katy, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” he ground out. “Don’t even start.”

And that made me angry. I whirled to face him in the seat, my shoulders tight, eyes flashing with brilliance.

“I do know what I’m talking about,” I said furiously. “Brent gave me a place when I had none, he’s helped me this last year because my mom’s in the loony bin. And I know, I know he’s done the same for you. Sure, you’ve never told me about your family situation but it can’t be good!”

Jason turned to glare at me again.

“Shut up, Katy,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Just shut up.”

At that I lost it.

“Shut up?” I screamed, my voice deafening inside of the truck cab. “Shut up? That’s all you have to say? After all Brent’s done for us, that’s all you have to say? Fuck you!”

And it was then that Jason pulled off onto the shoulder of the road, the truck cab jolting up and down as we rumbled over a dirt track before stopping. And for the first time ever, I was scared. Jason had changed a lot in the past year. When I moved into the trailer a year ago, he was a gawky teen boy, ten miles tall and lanky, with arms and legs like windmills. But somehow in the last year he’d filled out with thick, solid muscle, his chest broad, those legs so long. As he glowered over me, I shrank back, aware of how wide his shoulders were, how strong his arms, those muscular thighs like tree trunks.

“Jason,” I said, my voice wavering, eyes wide. “Please calm down.”

And the blue eyes just turned up a notch, ice fire boring into me.

“Katy,” he ground out. “I heard you last night,” he said accusingly.

I went stock still, eyes wide and puzzled because what was he talking about? Was he referring to Brent and me in the shower? I know we’d been loud, but he couldn’t have overheard us having sex because it’d been four thirty when it happened and Jason hadn’t come back until ten last night. I’d heard the front door open myself, and heard him stride into the trailer without a word, banging shut his room door and locking it too. So what was he talking about?

“Heard what?” I asked, biting my lip tentatively. Jason was so close, so masculine, and so big that my body sizzled in his presence even though I was still achy from Brent’s touch. Oh god, what was wrong with me? I’d just lost my virginity to an alpha male, a man I adored, and yet not twelve hours later, here I was, cheeks burning, pussy wetly moist in the presence of another.


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