Having her face land right on my swelling shaft is going to be hard to forget as I drive us down the road to the coffee shop I frequent. I lower the windows hoping the cool morning breeze will help but instead, it sends Maya's hair into a frenzy.

"Whoah!" Maya laughs. It's a shy little sound like she's not sure of herself, but it makes my dick harder. I close the windows. "I wasn't expecting that."

I could spend the rest of my life listening to her soft, elegant voice as it hit me. She's what I've been waiting for all these years—driving from coast to coast, waiting for this angel to land in my lap, literally.

She pulls her sleeves up one at a time and sighs, "I guess I don't have a hair elastic." She mumbles to herself.

Maya turns and leans her head against the window watching the houses and trees go by. De Luca is a small spread-out town just on the edge of the coast. I spot the ocean through the tree line. Maya leans forward, her breasts squishing into the seatbelt. I muffle a groan.

"We'll pull over just up there, and we can walk to the cafe." I point to a large empty patch of dirt, and a sign says trucks only to the side.

I park the rig and step out. I turn back around when I don't hear Maya's door click open. She's wistfully staring at the ocean down the road.

"Come on, the sooner we get food, the sooner you can walk along the beach." It must be the right thing to say because she turns to me and gives me the prettiest smile I've ever seen.

She undoes her seatbelt and crawls over the seat. I don't know what I'm expecting, maybe for her to open the door on her side and climb out. But instead, she turns into one of my fantasies. She's crawling on her knees towards me, those two heavy breasts straining against her tank top, begging me to reach out and pinch her nipples.

I blink a couple of times as she rises onto her knees. Her cleavage is at eye level as she hesitantly places her hands on my shoulders. Thankfully, I snap out of it and carefully hoist her down onto the ground without her rubbing her lithe little body down the front of my hard abs.

She pushes her hair out of her face looking at me shyly as she twists her fingers behind her back.

I clear my throat and lock the door. I take a deep breath. I need to get a hold of myself and stop fantasizing about Maya beneath me.

"Shall we?" I'm glad that after last night she's willing to bravely put herself into my arms, but that doesn't discount the fear I saw in her eyes. She's running from someone.

She nods, and we make our way down the road. The closer we get, the more I can tell she's eager to get there. She's almost bouncing on her feet to get a better look. It's tempting to pull her up into my arms, but I'm sure I'd frighten her.

The moment we make it onto the wooden pier, she's dashing towards the railing.

"Careful," I yell as she almost trips herself in excitement.

She turns to me, looking all flustered but eager to look back at the water. I admire her as she steps up on the lower rung, pushing that luscious ass out. I'm half crazed for her already, but now I'm worried she'll fall off into the sand below.

I come up beside her, "Maya, what did I just say?" I weave a hand around her side and pull her closer. She doesn't seem to notice, too enthralled by the water lapping against the shoreline. I find myself smiling. I don't remember the last time I genuinely felt happy. I've been alone for so long most of my relatives have drifted away over the years. It's just me and my rig.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen the ocean before." She runs both hands behind her ears, tucking her hair out of the way, trusting me entirely to keep her from falling.

"Maya, how old are you?" I need to know. I can't keep wondering.

She must realize I'm holding her close because her cheeks blossom, and she sucks on her bottom pink lip. "Umm, eighteen," she pauses for a second. "Well, on Sunday."

Her words hit me in the gut like a pile of bricks. I don't know whether to be mad or happy. She's not legal yet, but she will be tomorrow. The minor detail of her birthday shouldn't be causing me so much turmoil. It should be the fact that I'm almost twice her age. I knew she was young but not fresh out of high school young. And the way I've been thinking about her, it's not right.

"Fuck," I swear under my breath, but she's so close she hears me. Her body tenses, and I feel her pulling away. My hand tightens on her side.

"Is that bad?" Her eyes are wide like last night, and I'm kicking myself for scaring her.

"No, angel," I pause, thinking about what I should say to calm her. "It complicates things since I'm much older than you."

It doesn't work. Maya's cute little eyebrows furrow, and her pink tongue swipe's across her lips. "Why does that make it complicated?" I groan; she's too innocent.