Your dad's best friend. Joel Miller.

Oh, Joel Miller...

Your dad and Joel had been best friends since they were just boys, and Joel had been there since your birth, since your mother had run off with another man at the first chance she got. You loved your dad, he was all you'd needed those precious childhood years. And Joel was always there for you.

Now that you had just turned seventeen, it was like you had finally seen Joel. Maybe it was your boyfriend cheating on you a couple months ago, maybe it was that taboo movie you watched with your friend, but something sparked in you towards Joel.

It took a lot of courage to act on, but Joel never seemed to back down from your advances. You'd started by leaving little kisses on his cheek whenever you could. Then it was subtle touches. And finally, you got him alone for a few minutes, gained enough courage and just kissed him. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but then, one thing led to another and you were laying bare in his arms.

You both were on the mutual understanding that your father could not know about this affair, or you'd both be dead.

Now here you are, riding in Joel's truck with him, practically in his lap, your seatbelt forgotten, as you peppered sweet kisses to his neck and that little patch of chest revealed from the couple undone buttons of his shirt.

He chuckled softly here and there, one hand was draped over the steering wheel, while the other trailed somewhere under your clothes.

"Careful there, baby, I'm driving, remember?" he gently scolds with that smirk when you gently bite the side of his neck.