Claimed By Carson: A Dad’s Best Friend Story

Excerpt:

I’m having a blast bartending this summer at Towering Mountain Resort. The ladies who work here year-round tell me the customers are more relaxed in the summer than they are at peak ski season.

It’s just a lazy time where everybody hangs out and drinks margaritas and beer and just chills. During the winter everyone is much busier skiing and boarding and getting as much of that in during their trip as they can. Everything seems sped up and wild.

During the summer the tips are great, everything is cheaper, and the hours aren’t as long as the winter shifts. I’m just here for the summer to make extra money for school.

It’s nice spending the hot months in the mountains, because while it’s still summer up here it’s mostly in the 70s and 80s instead of the 90s like it is in most other places.

A few of my friends have passed through here this season but I’m stunned this afternoon to look up and see Carson, my dad’s best friend, standing in front of me. A huge grin comes over my face.

“Carson!” I squeal as I run around the bar and launch myself into his arms. I haven’t seen him in years, and it’s so exciting to see him now in this bar of all places.

I press my body against him, probably a little too tight, as he wraps his arms around me. I cling to his broad, chiseled torso and I feel sparks between my legs.

I want to just stay like this forever. I feel so small and safe pressed against his tall, muscular body. I breathe in his scent which is just a hint of Old Spice.

“What are you doing here?” I inquire as I reluctantly break away from him and stare up into his deep green eyes. He’s sporting a few days’ growth of stubble on his face, and he’s sexier than ever. I’ve always had this insane crush on him.

I don’t care if he’s twice my age, I think he’s the hottest man alive. He stares down at me and licks his lips as if he’s uncomfortable. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was checking me out.

He’s looking down my tight, low-cut tank top and even though I try to prevent it I feel my nipples pebble under his stare, and I know they’re showing through the thin fabric. I blame him for the fact I’m still a virgin.

Not that I haven’t had plenty of offers otherwise, but no man ever measures up to Carson. And even though I know he’s off limits, I often dream of what it would be like to feel him on top of me, while my legs wrap around his waist and he buries his cock deep inside me.