Sweet Agony (Sweet Series Book 1) by Jessie Lane Read Free Book Online Page B

her own shadow. I really hated to see the longing in her eyes around holidays like Father’s Day. She never talked about her dad, and I’d never asked.
    The more I watched her, spent time with her, spent time around her when she was with Olivia, the more I wanted her. All of this added up to more reasons I needed to stay away.
    Last month, I had woken up to one of those vivid fantasies about her, frustrated, aching, and tired of the insanity. I’d taken myself in hand and was going to take care of the problem, hoping it would help erase the crazy thoughts about her. Too bad I’d gotten a little too enthusiastic and moaned her name while I was on the verge of orgasming.
    My door had flown open, and my dad had stormed into my room as if he were storming a castle on a mission. When he had seen I was alone, he’d sputtered, turned ten shades of red, and then given me his back while he had gruffly ordered me to get some clothes on because we needed to talk.
    Fucking mortified my dad had walked in on me jacking myself off and more than pissed that he would think I would do something we both knew was wrong, I’d quickly pulled my shorts on and sat back down on my bed, seething.
    When my father had finally turned back around, he’d apologized for busting in and accusing me, but he’d had a very good reason to be worried about Ginny and me. He’d been around my age when he had first noticed my mom … who had been much younger, like Ginny. He’d also noticed that my little sister’s best friend had a raging crush on me, which didn’t help the situation. Therefore, he’d worried I might give in to temptation as he had wanted to do so badly when it was him and Mom.
    Even though I had been embarrassed as hell, I had sort of felt better knowing I wasn’t a pervert for wanting a younger girl. That shit had been bothering me to no end.
    Seeing my chance to finally talk to someone, I’d asked him what I should do. What had he done when it came to Mom?
    We had sat there, talking for a little over an hour as he’d told me the story about him meeting Mom in school when he had been a senior and she a freshman. He’d known right away it was more than wanting to just be physical with my mom, but he had also known her parents would never approve of her dating a much older boy. He’d hinted that he’d had a similar experience to an extent, but he did not divulge further, which I was glad for. I might have gotten sick to my stomach if he’d told me anything about him and my mom.
    He’d known his only chance to get close to Mom then was to be her friend, so that was what he’d become. That had given him the opportunity to protect her from the other boys who’d tried to take advantage of what he already considered his girl.
    They’d hung out together with friends after his football games and met her at the ice cream shop on weekends. Then, when he had shipped out to basic, he’d asked Mom to be pen pals. They had kept in touch through letters until he’d felt she was finally old enough to ask her parents’ permission to date her.
    What he’d done made sense. Keeping her close yet not too close was smart. I wasn’t so sure I could be that close to Gin and not give in to my need to touch her, though. There was just something about the girl that made me want to be a possessive asshole. When I’d told my father that, he had given a sad sigh then encouraged me to not act on my urges until I was older.
    Before he’d left my room, he had said something I would never forget. He had told me he’d seen the way I had been looking at Ginny lately when I thought no one else was paying attention. He had explained how I was on the verge of becoming a man, and it was time to learn one of the most important lessons a man should ever learn: “A good woman is a priceless treasure.”
    She was meant to be protected and loved, never abused, never treated like she was less than she really was. That meant doing the right thing by her, even if