Aidan 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Naked and looking straight into the fucking camera, presenting herself in full view. The promise of her gift between those tight young thighs.

She knew I'd be watching. Standing there, with that dirty girl glint, batting those long eyelashes, softening those pretty green eyes. Her fingers pinched a lock of red hair, slowly running through its long length right down to where it ended just above her perfect nipples.

"Fuuuuck!"

Any man would struggle to ignore her and, with trembling hands, my eyes stayed on the small screen.

Finally, Rory turned away from the camera, and my self-inflicted prison dismantled and I sucked in air, able to breathe... or so I thought.

Rory wiggled her perfect, peach-shaped arse, casting a glance over her shoulder, blowing me a kiss as she walked to the bed, crawling on and lying down to spread those sweet thighs and her fingers walked down her body.

She wasn't.

She fucking was.

My little Firefly was a cock-tease.

And, oh, how I loved to punish cock-teases.

I tried to peel my eyes away as amber liquid sloshed up the side of my tumbler. I placed it down, pushing it away. Rubbing my face, raking my hand through my hair, tugging hard, hard enough to inflict pain.

Letting go, my hands dropped flat on the table. I pressed my back into the high-back leather chair, tensing my thighs.

I should have known she would come. That I wouldn't scare her away.

That was my Firefly.

I was the second person to welcome her into this world. And I'd been there ever since.

Her first steps. Her first day of school. First dance recycle.

Every important moment in her life. I'd been there.

I knew her better than anyone else. Including Ellie, my best friend. Her mum.

And stubborn was my little Firefly's middle name.

Even as far back as when she was seven when she'd picked up a heavy rock and smashed it over Harry Abrams' hand, breaking his stubby little fingers for killing a butterfly.

Rory flat out refused to apologise, Seven years old. Arms folded as she stood in the headteacher's office, adamant that he deserved to have all his fingers broken.

Pride had been my first reaction for what my little Firefly had done. A little messed up, maybe. But there it was, and I knew she'd grow into an amazing woman. Fierce and loyal.

And a woman I should not be entertaining.

A woman I shouldn't want.

She was someone I should want to protect from men like me.

I loved my little Firefly in all the right ways.

And all the wrong ways, too.

How did it all start? When did the change happen?

I knew Rory had a crush on me early on. Ellie used to tease me endlessly, but honest to god I'd never seen her that way.

She was pure. Innocent.

So when it happened. It threw me through a fucking loop.

And so fast. Out of the blue.

It was the winter she turned seventeen that had coincided with the winter I'd obviously lost my goddamn mind.

My little Firefly became a woman. Not legally, that would be another twelve months off.

I'd been away in the US for almost four months when the car pulled up outside my best friend's home. "I'll have to call you back," I said to my business partner, Bryn, who was waffling about a new client over in the Middle East. "I'm pulling up to Ellie's," I told him, barely having time to shut the car door when I saw their front door open and out belted Rory.

Although I'd not seen her in person for months. We had FaceTime twice weekly, our last time being forty-eight hours ago when she'd been so excited sharing the news that she'd landed a part-time job alongside her going to college. But I already knew, as unbeknown to Rory, I was the person who'd pulled a few strings.

Because that's what I always did. I looked out for my girls.

Not that Rory would ever find out.

And even though it was November and chilly, Rory bounced toward me, squealing in just her shorts and vest.

With no bra.

She was no longer my little Firefly. The gangly teenager with braces.

Fuck no. The woman. And I meant woman, that was running toward me was not the same girl I'd last seen months ago.

Fuck.

I blinked, obviously baffled for a few seconds. It's not that I didn't recognise Rory, but my body was suddenly very confused. My dick stirred as I watched her breasts bounce with every step closer.

They were definitely bigger. In fact, they were hardly there when I last saw her. Not that I'd been paying attention to things like that.

What the fuck had happened in the last few months?

I tugged at the knotted tie strangling my neck. It was too goddamn tight. I couldn't breathe. At least that's what I told myself, desperate to ignore what was churning in my guts.

And it was right then, with sickening clarity, that I had to face facts.

I was attracted to Rory.

Lust. Filthy. Dirty. Sordid feelings for the woman coming right at me.

And it scared the ever-living fuck out of me.

Even so, it didn't stop my eyes from falling, swallowing the curve of her tiny waist and fuller hips.

Quit perving you sick bastard. She's family, for fuck's sake.

Yeah, maybe not by blood, but I was sure Ellie would ram a hot poker up my arse if she knew what was floating through my head right now.

Hell, I wanted to take that poker and stab my eyes out.

I shut my eyes as she launched herself into my arms, wrapping her long legs around me and her arms secured themselves around my neck.

Don't think about her tits pressed up against me... Soft, Firm.

Don't fucking think! Wanker!

I seized a breath as she squealed again. "Gods, I missed you," she said in my ear, her breath fanning the outer shell as she wiggled her arse over my groin.

That was an alarm bell to my dick.

And I shivered. Fucking shivered, and my arms tightened around her waist.

"Missed you too Firefly." My voice sounded much more hoarse. Fuck, husky even.

Still squirming, I let her down to feel her hand slip into mine, tugging me toward the house.

Do not. I repeat. Do not. Look at her arse.

Fuuuuuuck.

I was so fucking weak. But in my defence, she had one hell-of-an arse! The sweet way it rounded out her short-shorts in a way that should be illegal.

You're sick fuck, you know that?

Yeah, I heard you loud and clear, answering my conscience.

But it didn't stop my cock hardening with every step and adjusted my pants to try my best to ignore the throbbing that was going on down there and thank Christ, I was wearing a long coat.

Rory turned to look at me, her long copper hair up high in a cute ponytail—thankful at least some things were the same.

"Everything okay, Aidan?" she asked in a kitten purr that did nothing to ease the tightness in my pants.

She cocked her head.

"You've changed Firefly. You look se—" Shut the fuck up, dipshit!   I stopped myself before I said sexy.

NOT SEXY. Well, she was, but she couldn't be sexy. Not to me.

Yeah, tosser. Keep telling yourself that.

"I look what?" she asked, and I was not looking at those small tight nipples staring at me, begging to be licked.

Ignoring the inner monologue. "You look seventeen, Firefly." Dumb, I know, but c'mon, I'd just had my brain liquefied.

She giggled. "Of course I look seventeen, silly." She shook her head, smiling, with her eyes lighting up her whole face.

Fuck me, she was beautiful. But I'd always thought that. She looked nothing like Ellie apart from they shared the same flaming copper hair colour. Rory had full pouty lips and a slightly turned-up nose, cat-like green eyes with naturally arched brows and smooth milky skin.

And right now. The whole package had some weird feelings kicking off inside my chest...and my pants.

"You're acting weird." Squeezing my hand, she turned back around.

Thank god because if she'd had kept on looking at me, she would have seen the starved look barely being restrained.