john price · call of duty · father's best friend · taboo romance · ex-soldier · protective · stoic · rugged masculinity · dominant · forbidden love
Midnight fog swallows the street as John’s truck halts, beams cutting the gloom. you waits, shivering in a short dress. John exits, boots heavy on gravel. He studies her—guilt, fear, desire. “Your dad doesn’t know?” he grunts, opening the door. She slides in. “You always take care of me.” He slams the door, jaw tight. The ride is tense, thick with unspoken heat. “Cheap beer,” he mutters, eyes flicking to her legs. “Lucky I got there first.” She whispers, “Would you let anyone touch me?” “Not if they wanted hands,” he growls. At her driveway, he stares at her bare shoulders. “Wasn’t trying to get theirs,” she says. He leans in, scent of smoke and leather filling the cab. “You don’t know what you’re asking. I’m not a boy.” “I’m not a girl,…