I was home from college for exactly ninety seconds before I discover my dad has a chainsaw and plans to destroy my childhood treehouse.
My solution? Stage a sit-in until he agrees to keep the treehouse.
Instead he climbs up to talk me down.
Now the dad who was supposed to demolish my childhood treehouse has me spread out on a sleeping bag twelve feet in the air, teaching me everything I waited twenty-one years to learn.
And when he mentioned he wants more kids and I joke that I'm fertile? He carries me to his bed and gets to work on forever.
He wanted the tree gone. Now he wants me full.
Short. Filthy. Bred-and-kept HEA.
All characters are 18+
(Note: This is the taboo version of my story Fertile in the Treehouse)
