Real Deal
Single Dads Club #1
By Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 15, 2017
Available on
Kindle Unlimited
Red Flags…
Too loud.
Too clingy.
Too much
make-up.
I could go on
and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with
finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison
home either, so their opinions mean shit.
Caterina Santora
has her own list of red flags…
She’s too young.
She’s my
client’s daughter.
She’s my
five-year old’s camp counselor.
Even after
repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp,
guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me,
doggie style and reverse cowgirl.
Every. Damn.
Time.
The fact that
she doesn’t remember me from seven years before grates on me until I don’t have
it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are
opposites in every way. In no way compatible.
When we’re
together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself,
even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.
“Real Deal is a
super funny, sweet and sexy romantic comedy that will leave you satisfied from
beginning to end!” ~ Whoo Gives a Hoot (Aurora Hale)
“Piper Rayne has
a way of sucking you in and making you part of the story. Laughs, loves and
intense moments are abundant in all of their writing!” ~ White Hot Reads
(Heather)
There are at
least ten camp counselors currently standing in the water watching the
children, and six of them are female. Victor doesn’t understand the epidemic
he’s going to have on his hands. The longer I sit there, the more dads find
their way down to the lake, thinking it’s an everyday Thursday pickup. To their
surprise, it’s a teenage boy’s wet dream. And maybe that teenage boy’s dad’s,
too.
Caterina is
laughing with another female counselor. I never noticed how her cheeks rise
into two small apples when she smiles. Nor did I notice the way her hands cover
her mouth to stifle a laugh or how she briefly touches the other person’s arm
when she’s amused. Damn, I want to pull that reaction out of her.
But all I’ve
gotten this week since camp started is a few polite smiles and ‘hello Mr.
Kent.’ She hasn’t acted as though I’ve seen more of her than what that bikini
she’s wearing reveals.
“What did I
miss?” Dane sits down next to me, trying to catch his breath.
“What the hell
do you do all day that you can’t be here on time?”
He glances over
to me and then concentrates ahead of him. I can’t blame him, we don’t get views
like this in Climax Cove very often.
“Does Victor
realize he’s giving every dad here beat off material for tonight?” Dane asks. A
few of the dads milling about laugh, knowing it’s true.
A small ball of
anger begins brewing in my center. The idea of these dickheads thinking about
what’s under the blue bikini hugging Cat’s tits gets under my skin. That beat
off material is for me and only me.
“And to answer
your question, I had to go down to the county for some paperwork.”
Dane’s been
doing some heavy renovations to Happy Daze the last few years, expanding and
making it a more family-friendly bar and grill during the day.
“Sorry, that
sucks.”
Both of us
continue our conversation as we pretend to watch our children. I can multitask
though. My gaze veers to Lily to make sure she’s not drowning, but she’s taken
swimming lessons since she was one, so I don’t have to worry too much.
“We can talk
about that shit later.” Dane waves me off. “Fuck, this is so not fair. How is
my kid getting more action than I’ve seen this week?” He bites his fist,
watching Toby and his friends pour a bucket of water over his camp counselor’s
head. Her yellow bikini doesn’t exactly hide the fact the water might have been
slightly chilly.
Lily looks away
from the action in the lake, finds me sitting there, and smiles. “Why do I
suddenly feel dirty?” I mumble to myself.
Lily runs from
the lake and Caterina says something to one of the other counselors and follows
Lily’s path. Our eyes lock, but Cat is quick to shift her focus elsewhere.
“Daddy!” Lily
screams and jumps into my arms, soaking me in the process.
“Hi, sweetie.” I
prop her on my knee.
“Hi, Uncle
Dane,” her sweet voice says.
I clear my
throat so he’ll turn his attention from the lake to my daughter. Dane turns to
me, back to the lake, and then realizes why I’m clearing my throat.
“Hey, kiddo.
Swim day, huh?” He leans back on his hands, focusing his attention on her.
“Come.” She
jumps down from my lap and grabs my hand.
“No, sweetie.
I’ll wait until you’re done. Go have fun with your friends.”
She smiles and
runs off.
“Damn, a little
warning, huh? I’m practically tucking my dick between my legs,” Dane says and
shifts in his seat.
“Um, how do you
think I feel?”
“Who’s the
dickhead?” Dane asks, head nodding to the lake.
One of the male
camp counselors approaches Cat. She laughs at his joke and shakes her head. I
don’t miss the way his eyes light up when she puts her hand on his forearm.
“Who?” I pretend
my heart isn’t skipping beats from the adrenaline coursing through my system.
Just call me a fucking caveman.
“Yeah, okay.
Your eyes have been glued to one counselor, in particular, this whole week.”
“I have no idea
what you’re talking about.” I glance around to make sure no other parents
overheard us.
“Is that how
you’re gonna play it?” he asks, turning toward me and raising his eyebrows in
question.
I say nothing,
watching the dickhead pick up Caterina by the waist, her squealing and him
dropping her in the deeper part of the lake. She stands up and now she’s
dripping wet in her blue bikini that probably matches the color of my balls.
Once again, I
swear her gaze veers over to me as she pushes her hands through her drenched
hair. Before I can be certain, she’s concentrating on the kids again. She claps
her hands and announces swim time is over for her group.
“Man, your chick
is a fun sponge,” Dane says because Toby’s camp counselor is still in a water
battle with her kids.
I push off the
picnic table to head over to pick up Lily and gather her things.
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