3. Ford

three

ford

I paced the living room. My eyes always bounced impatiently toward the one window that faced her house. My blinds were still drawn open, and a slightly cooler breeze drifted in, but it did nothing to take the edge off.

I was rock hard.

Again.

After mowing my lawn and watching her do her cool-down walk around the block and wave goodbye before she went into her place, I hurried inside to jerk off. I hadn't shut the front door before I was pulling my cock out. I'd leaned against the door, rested my forehead against the wood, and shut my eyes.

Like magic in my mind, there she was. Like a fucking vision, my Lita would be on her knees in front of me.

"Take off that shirt," I would have gritted through my teeth, and she would have given me one of those pretty, shy smiles.

"Like this, Daddy?" Fuck, I was a sick bastard. I'd nod and watch her pull it up and over her head. Her skin would be flushed after her walk. All tanned and pink. When our eyes connected during the last lap around the block, that sweet little smile tempted me. Made me want to head over and somehow convince her to sit and talk with me like she did the day I'd mowed her lawn. I wanted to spray fertilizer over her grass while she was at work and will it to grow faster so I could offer to do it again.

Just to get a chance at being closer to her once more.

My eyes would take their fill of my pretty little girl on her knees with nothing on but a lowcut sports bra and those sexy little shorts. Her tits would be out and proud, almost exploding through the front. I'd wanna fuck her tits, too. After she sucked on me and got me nice and lubed up so I would slide nice and easy through the valley of her tits. My hands would go through her long dark hair and tug at the ends, forcing her to look up at me with those pretty, brown eyes.

They'd be dark and dilated and filled with so much passion I knew there wouldn't be anything stopping me from fucking her face hard and good because she deserved it. She'd made me so damn hard, and she'd need to take care of it for me.

"Just like that, baby girl," I'd rasp, and her tongue would pop out of her mouth and lick my tip slowly. Carefully licking me. I would watch her confidence grow as she took my thick tip between her lips and start to work my cock. Inch by inch into the hot silky cavern of her mouth .

I'd come embarrassingly fast after that.

I'd had a fucking mess to clean up after. And I had a feeling I would need to clean up another mess soon enough. My dick throbbed as I stopped pacing, my eyes clinging to her window. Where mine had blinds, hers had these willowy, sheer curtains that seemed to dance with the wind, letting me know they were open.

And my girl loved to open her windows.

I wasn't sure if she liked the air flowing through her place or if her AC was on the fritz or if it was to torture me. Either way, I appreciated the view. I'd already ordered curtains like hers for my main house. I was going to have someone come and put them in later in the week. It was fucking stupid wanting to decorate my house for her. A place where she would step foot into and know she belonged there because she belonged by my side. It was crazy. But that's what I was, what she'd turned me into.

I wanted her.

I needed her more than I needed to breathe.

My entire body felt like it was strung up tight with this ache that never went away. The only time it felt slightly better, all while feeling worse, was when she was close by.

My body locked up tight when she stepped into view. I moved to the side to make sure it wasn't obvious to her I was staring. My mouth ran dry as my brain processed what she was wearing. The cutest little satin robe was tied at her waist, accentuating the curves of her full tits and hips. I licked my lips as she towel-dried her hair.

She'd taken a shower. That only filled my brain with a million questions. What would she smell like right then and there? Would her skin be warm or cool to the touch? Was she freshly shaven? Or natural? Fuck me, I wanted her natural. I wanted to skim my fingers through her curls to find her sweetest secrets. Then shave her one day so I could draw out her pleasure since she'd be more sensitive.

My mouth watered.

I felt like a caged animal, feral and starving. I wanted to go over there. I needed to over there. But what the hell excuse could I make up? Without thinking, I grabbed an empty coffee container and walked out. The animal inside of me, this unevolved creature who was primitively drawn toward Lita, had taken charge.

Suddenly, I was on her front porch, knocking on her front door. My breathing was a little off, and a moment later, she was there. "Ford?" She smiled shyly.

I loved how she said my name.

She tightened the belt of her satin robe. Now that I was close, I could see the details on her robe. It wasn't just baby pink but had some kind of floral print all over it in a lighter shade, almost cream. It was fucking pretty. Delicate and feminine. Just like the woman in front of me.

"Lita." Her name sounded rough. I cleared my throat. "I am sorry to bother you." My eyes dragged down to her chest before I could raise them again. "Bad time?"

"No." She shook her wet hair, and as subtly as I could manage, I breathed in as deeply as I could. Citrus and sugar. That's what her shampoo smelled like. "I just got out of the shower. I was trying to decide if I should air dry?—"

"Air dry?" My voice thickened. I could imagine her walking around without a stitch of clothing.

"My hair." She blushed fiercely. "If I wanted to air dry my hair or blow dry it."

"Oh."

"Not that you care." She giggled awkwardly. "Sorry." She shook her head. Her tresses danced in a way that was fucking adorable. And that's the moment I knew this wasn't just some kink I had inside me or some crush gone bad.

She was mine.

Only mine.

I swallowed hard as the truth hit me. There was no more fighting what I felt. I was done with that shit. Now I had to figure out how to keep her. I wanted Lita forever. I wanted to brush her hair and braid it for her. I wanted to take care of her. Spoil and cherish her. Love her. Protect her.

I'd crossed one too many lines with my pretty, innocent little angel. Following her, lurking in shadows. Moving across the street.

All for her.

All to be closer to a woman I had seen on social media tasting candy.

"Ford?" The low murmur of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. "You okay?" she asked, tilting her head up to get a better look at me. She was tiny standing barefoot next to me.

The size difference between us should have made me hesitate. I‘d never been into tiny girls before. Not when I was so fucking tall. I'd always been afraid of hurting them. But standing in front of her, freshly out of the shower, wearing almost nothing, her little bare feet exposed her toes painted a pretty pink, made me throb from head to foot.

I needed to make a move.

She is mine.

There was no doubt about it.

"Ford?" she called out again, and her hand moved from her side and touched my hand. "Where did you go?"

"Oh, umm…" I licked my lips and forced myself to chuckle. "Sorry." I shook my head. "I came over to bug you."

"You're not bugging me, ever." She smiled, and just then, her teeth bit down on her lower lip. Fuck. I wanted to bite that puffy flesh myself. Would she taste sweet? I'd bet my fucking bank account and retirement she did. "What can I do for you?" my dick jerked behind my sleep pants. Thankfully, my shirt was long enough to cover the evidence of the uncomfortable state she put me in. My baby girl was too innocent to know what a goddamn loaded question that was.

"I was hoping you could help me out."

"Oh?" She blinked, and I felt my lips tip upward.

"You see, I have an early job tomorrow and was about to set my coffee maker when I realized I'm out of coffee."

"Oh." Her eyes widened, and I wasn't sure if she seemed almost disappointed that was what I had come over for .

"I was wondering if I could borrow some. I'll bring you a new container tomorrow," I quickly offered, hoping to lock in another visit.

"Oh, you don't have to do that." She shook her head. "I got you." I handed her the empty container, and she smiled.

Our fingers brushed against each other when she took it from me, and it felt like a jolt of electricity went through me. Not only was her skin smooth and soft, but she was also nice and cool.

Did that mean she took cold showers?

Maybe I could take her back in and show her the benefits of getting nice and steamy warm?

"You can come in," she invited as she turned and walked toward her kitchen.

She had no idea what she was doing inviting me in. I took one step inside, just over the threshold of her front door, but I didn't let myself step in any further. I couldn't. If I did, I didn't know what I would do. My arms wrapped around my chest as I waited and watched Lita in her kitchen.

"Dark roast or house blend?" she asked, and my lips twitched.

"You like coffee, I take it?"

"It's the elixir of life." She shrugged. "I can't live without it." She laughed. "It's a necessity for me." Her eyes popped up and locked with mine across the open floor plan.

"For work?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah. I'm a nurse at the family clinic in town," she shared. I hated the unenthusiastic way she said it. It was obvious she didn't enjoy her day job, no matter how important it was .

"You like it?"

"Meh, it's a job." She shrugged. "But…" She chewed on her lower lip, and I could tell she wanted to share a little more with me. Those pretty, brown eyes lit up with an excitement I wanted to keep there forever. "But I kinda have something I've been working on. On my off time."

"Something?"

"It's nothing huge. I kinda have a social media platform." I felt like swaying in closer to her.

"Oh, like an influencer?" I asked, trying to act as clueless as I could manage. I hoped I wouldn't give myself away.

"I don't know if I would call myself an influencer, but kind of. It's kinda silly."

"What do you do?" I asked, leaning against her door.

"You know, you can come in," she invited again. "I promise I won't bite." She might have been teasing, but that blush on the apples of her cheeks made me think she hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

"You should be careful who you invite over," I noted, trying to seem like I was relaxed and laidback. "I know you're young, but it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Young." She laughed again, with her head tipped to the side. "How old do you think I am?"

"I'm not sure," I lied. I knew exactly how old she was. I knew her birthday and astrological sign. "Twenty-two?" I fake guessed, and she rolled her eyes .

"There is no way you actually think I have my own place and live on my own at twenty-two." She laughed. "At twenty-two, I was just getting out of college and broke as a joke."

"How old are you?" I asked, pretending I didn't know, like her birthday was not involved in every password I needed.

"Twenty-five." She squished her nose adorably.

"That's still young, baby girl." The term of endearment slipped past my lips, and I didn't miss the way Lita's eyes widened and she seemed almost flustered after.

"Ho-how old are y-you?" she asked, and I immediately missed her eyes on me. They dropped to focus on what she was doing.

"How old do you think I am?" I treated her to her own question. She shrugged and snuck a peek up at me through her dark lashes.

"I'm not sure, umm… thirty-five?"

"Thanks." I chuckled. "Now who is being nice?"

"What? I'm serious." She laughed.

"Thanks, honey, I'll take it as a compliment. I'm forty." That caused her to stop for a moment, and she didn't hide her surprise.

"Forty?" she repeated. I nodded, scratching my chest as I dropped my hands and shrugged.

"What can I say? I'm an old man." A dirty one whose head is filled with filthy ideas that include you in each and every fantasy.

"You're not old," she quickly reassured, and I smiled because my girl was so fucking sweet. "Age is nothing but a number, right? "

"Right," I murmured.

"So…" she started to say, "I never got to ask, what brought you here?"

"Here? The coffee?—"

"Oh no," she cut me off and laughed. Then she made the cutest little snort sound, and fuck me, I fell even further in love. "Oh god, let's pretend you didn't hear that." She shook her head. Her laughter sounded like the prettiest bell my ears ever heard. "I mean here, to our neighborhood."

"Oh, umm…" I scratched the back of my neck. You. The truth was on the tip of my togue, but luckily, I stopped it before it slipped passed my lips. I didn't need to tell her that. Not yet. Maybe down the road. "A job," I lied.

"Contracting, right? I mean, according to your work truck, that's what you do," she rambled nervously. "Not that I've been stalking you or anything. I just mean, I assumed, which I shouldn't have—" Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to close the space between us, rush to her side and press the tips of my fingers to her perfect lips.

She was nervous and babbling, and I loved it. She had unknowingly confirmed what I'd been assuming myself. She liked me. Lita liked me. She didn't care I was older than her by fifteen years. She found me attractive at the very least.

"Yeah, I'm working on that new development by the lake." I kept out the fact I was also the owner of the land being developed.

"Oh, wow. You must be good if they set you up here. "

"Guess you can say that." I shrugged.

"Handsome and humble. Who would have thought those two were possible characteristics in a man?" The moment her words processed, plus the look on her face, I started laughing hard. In a way I hadn't in a long fucking time, if ever. She walked back toward me and handed me my coffee container.

"House blend," she shared. And our fingers touched, but neither of us pulled away.

"What kind of influencer are you?" I asked again, and her eyes softened.

"A lifestyle, taste-tester kinda. I video myself tasting sweets and stuff. Sometimes I video content when I go on my walks. But honestly, I don't have enough followers to call me a real influencer."

"Now, why do I have a feeling you're the one being humble?" She opened and shut her mouth.

"Would you like to watch a movie? I can put something on and—" I hated having to turn her down. I shook my head. But I wasn't the age I was without learning a thing or two about myself. If I took her up on her offer, I would charm my way into her bed, and I didn't think she was ready for that.

"I'm sorry but?—"

"You have an early morning," she finished for me. I nodded slowly. I could see in her eyes she didn't want me to leave.

"Turn around," I found myself ordering.

Lita's dark eyes widened, but if she was surprised, she didn't say a word or argue with me. Like my good girl, she simply did as I asked. I set the container on a small table by us. My fingers brushed her hair. It was more dry than wet and so fucking soft and silky. I just wanted to bury my face in it and breathe in the scent of her shampoo and skin and never come back up for air.

But I didn't.

Instead, I cleared my throat and let my fingers get to work. "My mom used to braid her hair before bed. She said it was a waste to damage it with heat when no one was going to see her and that braiding it would help with the frizz, if she slept on it damp," I explained.

"She sounds like a smart lady."

"She was." I swallowed hard. My mom had been the best, and she had left this world a long time ago. Too long ago. Lita turned slightly, and our eyes connected.

"I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago." I shrugged and straightened her head so I could keep braiding it. My fingers worked through her hair, plaiting it slower than I needed to because I didn't want to leave just yet.

"My stylist tells me that all the time, but with the length it's a little tough for me to braid it myself," she shared. My lips tipped upward because I couldn't help myself.

"Well, I'm just across the street," I reminded her. "I don't think I'm half bad at this." I held the finished braid in one hand, pulled my hair tie off with my free hand, and used it to tie hers in place. "Check it out." I pointed to the mirror on her wall and ran my fingers through my own long hair. It hit my shoulders. I had just finished tucking it behind my ears to make it look a little less wild when she turned with the most beautiful smile.

"It's perfect. Thank you," she said softly. My cock hurt. Literally hurt because of how damn pretty she looked.

"Offer stands, baby girl," I repeated, and again she blushed but didn't s comment on the nickname. "Anytime you want it braided, you can call me. I could come over."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. I would hate to bug you—" I shot her a look that made her go quiet. "Plus, I don't have your number," she said instead. I licked my lips. Cool it, Romeo! Don't let her see that hungry side of you. Not yet. She needs to trust you.

"Pass me your phone." I held my hand out, and she moved to the old coffee table in the middle of her living room that had seen better days. When she bent over, I had to stifle a deep groan that bubbled up. She accidentally flashed me an abundant amount of cleavage when she grabbed it and handed it over to me. I typed in my phone number and hit Call . The moment my phone rang completely, I ended the call. I have her number now. Well, officially had her number, and she had mine.

"There you go." I handed it back making sure to hold the tips of her fingers for a long moment. Time felt like it stopped around us and we were suddenly the only two people in the world. I never wanted it to change. But she had to work, and I did, too. Fuck, I hated the thought of not being in her space .

"I should—" I started to point to the door and made a move to take a step back because if I moved in closer toward her, Lita was going to need a crowbar to pry me off her.

"Oh, umm, wait." She reached into the small front pocket of her satiny robe. "Here." She handed something to me, but I couldn't get myself to look away from her.

I wanted to ask her out.

Beg her to spend more time with me.

But when her hand left mine, I knew the moment had slipped through my fingers. I glanced down at my palm and chuckled.

"You gave me yours. I thought…"

"Kind of like friendship bracelets?" I asked, and she laughed.

"Yeah, kinda like that."

"Yours is prettier." I winked and tossed my hair up into a man bun, not giving a shit that her hair tie was a soft pink that almost matched the robe she was wearing. "Look good?"

"Yeah, it does." She smiled. When she nervously glanced away, I knew it was time for me to say good night. "Good night." I picked up my coffee container. "And thanks again for this. I'll bring you a new bag tomorrow."

"You don't have to—" she started to say, much like I had expected her to, but I shot her a look, and she playfully rolled her eyes. "Fine, if you insist."

"It's only fair. It's your elixir of life."

"Right." She grinned.

"What time will you be home tomorrow?" I asked as I stepped outside her place and glanced over my shoulder.

"Oh, umm…" Her pretty lips pressed together, drawing my attention to them. "I should be home after three tomorrow. The clinic closes early."

"Sounds good. I'll stop by."

"Okay. Have a good night."

"Sweet dreams, baby." I waved and forced myself to walk down the steps of her porch and through her front yard across the street to my door.

It wasn't until I opened it and turned to make sure she stepped back inside that I realized she had stayed at her door, waiting for me, too. From a distance, she looked like an angel under the moonlight. I waved, and she did the same with a soft smile on her lips before she turned and shut the door behind her.

But it wasn't for an hour, almost two, later that she shut the windows in her living room and the lights turned off. I knew because I sat in mine, watching her the entire time like she was my favorite TV show.