by Eden Finley
“You okay?” she asked. She’d already started making her way down the hallway when she realised I wasn’t right behind her.
I met her gaze and smiled … or tried to smile. “I think I need a drink,” I lied, making my way to the kitchen.
As I stood at the bench, pouring the glass of water I didn’t want or need, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “Having second thoughts?” she asked quietly. “Because that’s totally okay,” she added, louder.
I turned in her arms, leaning against the kitchen counter and bringing her against me. Her head fit perfectly below my chin as I snaked my arms around her back. “I’m worried about what’ll happen if this got out. I’d love to be carefree, break all my rules, and see where this could lead, but the truth is, it can’t go anywhere. You’re going to be my son’s stepsister. Him being able to say, ‘My dad has sex with my sister,’ is probably one of those things that’ll cost me thousands in therapy bills when he’s older. Probably tens of thousands.”
“Well, when you put it that way …” She pulled out of my arms, her expression solemn, and took a few steps back, leaning against the opposite bench in the kitchen. “But you said yourself last week that Reece and my dad’s relationship was laughable.”
“That doesn’t make them any less engaged.”
“I don’t think I could ever see Cody as an actual brother. He’s a great kid, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t grow up with him.”
I sighed. “But he’ll grow up with you.”
“I know I could never see Reece as a mother,” she continued. “Taking in what I saw tonight, I get the feeling I’m more of a grown-up than she is. She doesn’t act like that at home. It makes me wonder …”
“See, and that’s the other weird thing. You’re living with my ex.”
“And she’s trying to be ‘friends’ with me.” She shuddered. “Her words, not mine. So it’s kind of clear she doesn’t really see me as a stepdaughter either.”
“You should at least try to get along with her. As bitchy and hypocritical and annoying as Reece is, she’s actually not that bad once you get past all that.” I pointed my finger at her. “But I’ll never admit I said that if you spread that shit around. We just had a really strained relationship in the end, and she hasn’t forgiven me. I don’t think she ever will.”
“Still not willing to talk about it?” she asked, tentatively.
“Nope!” I emphasised the “P” sound. Because I knew the second I told her about it, she’d be out the door and I’d never see her again.
“What if we keep this really simple?”
“How so?”
“Forget Reece and my dad. Put Cody and his possible future mental problems aside. Do you want to have sex with me?”
“But it’s not that simple. If it was, you would’ve been naked like an hour ago.”
“We only just got here.”
“I know.” I winked—I couldn’t help myself. “But where does it stop? Why start something that we both know can’t go anywhere? I don’t want to use you. I already told you last week, you’re better than that. You deserve more than what I can give.”
“Why don’t we take this one day at a time? Who knows, you may be bored of me tomorrow. Maybe you just need to fuck me out of your system.”
“As fun as that sounds, I doubt it’ll work.”
“And besides, what makes you think it’s you who’d be using me?” She arched an eyebrow, and took a step closer to me.
“Don’t,” I said, holding up my hand to stop her. I knew the second she’d touch me, I’d lose all of my resolve.
She pulled her tank top out from being tucked into her skirt and lifted it over her head.
I was hard in an instant and had to reach into my jeans to adjust myself. “Paige …” I weakly protested.
She took another step forward and reached for the zipper of her skirt, slowly moving it down. My breath caught as her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking it next to her shirt.
Now standing in front of me in just her underwear and those strappy heels of hers, she closed the gap between us. She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered, “No one has ever made me come more than once in one night, until you.”
“Shit,” I hissed, wrapping my arms around her back. “But if anyone asks, I officially protested.” I crashed my mouth down on hers, pulling her tightly against me.
She giggled against my lips. “You protested really well,” she murmured.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway, leading her into my bedroom and then the bathroom. Reaching behind me, I took off my shirt and then started unbuttoning my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a shower. I didn’t have time to take one after work.”
“Oh. Okay.” She stood there awkwardly, shuffling on her feet.
I pulled her towards me and unclasped her bra. “You’re joining me.”
Her face flushed, and I couldn’t understand how the confident, sexy, woman from the kitchen changed so drastically within the last sixty seconds.
“Take off your shoes,” I ordered.
She immediately obeyed but kept her eyes down.
I kicked mine off, then my jeans, and boxers, standing before her completely naked. Stepping closer to her, I kissed her, trailing my mouth from her lips, down her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Getting on my knees, I hooked my fingers into the thin material that barely passed as underwear and started dragging them down her legs.
Her breathing became heavy, and all I wanted to do was touch her, but I was enjoying watching her quiver far too much.
I ran my hand up her leg, up the inside of her thigh, but pulled away at the last second and smiled when she whined.
Standing, I spun around to turn the shower on and then dragged her in and under the spray.
I kissed her hard. I couldn’t get enough of her lips. “I’ll be with you in a sec,” I said, pulling back and grabbing the body wash off the floor.
She held her hand out for some and then started washing herself, running her hands all over her breasts and down her body.
“Holy hell,” I muttered.
In record time, I’d scrubbed myself from head to toe.
As soon as I was rinsed, I grabbed her shoulders and spun her so my front was to her back. Forcing her hands onto the wall in front of her, I pressed myself against her back, running my hands down her arms and around to her front.
I loved her response to me as I played with her breasts. She threw her head back, pushing her body into me. My dick pressed into the cleft of her ass, which only made her moan.
I ran my hand down her entire body, over her hip, her ass cheek, and then eventually—when I felt like I’d tortured her enough—I moved it around to her front, parting her and rubbing my fingers over her clit. My lips trailed kisses down the back of her neck and shoulder as my fingers started rubbing faster. Her breathing was ragged, making my cock even harder, which I didn’t even know was possible at that point. I needed to be in her. I inserted a finger and she clenched, eliciting a groan from me, wishing it was my cock instead of my hand.
“More,” she muttered.
I added another finger, and she threw her head back again. She tilted her head to the side so I could kiss her, our tongues coming together in hot, long stokes.
It looked like she was having trouble breathing when she broke away. She looked down at my hand working her over, and she started moving her hips, taking over the pace and fucking my fingers. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to make her unravel; I needed her to come undone.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she panted.
“Nuh-uh, Shortcake, you’re going to come for me first. My fingers now or my mouth in bed. Your choice.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Okay … mouth.”
I smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes?”
“That sounded like a question to me.” I slowl
y removed my fingers from her but left them at her entrance. “Are you sure?”
“No. God, no. I want it now.”
As I slammed my fingers back into her, I added pressure to her clit with my thumb.
The porn-star-like moans she was emitting almost had the power to make me come, and she wasn’t even touching me. Less than a minute later, her shoulders slouched and her hands fell away from the wall as her whole body convulsed. I held her up with my free hand while she shuddered, clenching down on my other hand.
When her breathing became a little calmer, I removed myself from her and spun her around to face me.
Her face was flushed, her chest still heaving with weighted breaths.
“You’re so beautiful.” My thumb caressed her cheek.
“You’re only just realising this?”
I loved her smart mouth, but there was something in her eyes that made me think she was making light of my words because she was uncomfortable with being given a compliment.
It was the perfect time to lighten the mood, to joke back, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She needed to know how gorgeous she was. “No. I knew it since the second I laid eyes on you. It’s just taken me now to realise I hadn’t told you.”
She smiled and gave me her mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I needed her.
Pulling away, I turned the taps off and practically pushed her out of the shower. “Bedroom. Now.”
I threw her a towel and quickly dried off with my own as we made our way over to the bed. Stealing the towel back off her, I pushed her down on the bed, loving the sound of the laugh that escaped her.
Without wasting time, I went straight to the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom.
“Stocked up?” she asked, raising up on one of her elbows.
“Hunter felt bad and bought some.”
“Guys are weird. A box of condoms is an odd present. Did he put a big bow on it?”
I laughed. “He was just replacing what he stole. Well, that, and he claims he’s too pretty to be an uncle again.”
“He actually called himself pretty?”
“Can we stop talking about my roommate? It’s not exactly helping me here.” I glanced down at my fumbling fingers struggling with the condom.
She sat up and positioned herself in front of me, grasping me in her hand.
As she stroked me, I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself to prevent from exploding in her face.
She took the condom out of my hand and started rolling it on, surprising me. None of the girls I’d ever been with even attempted to do that, and I always assumed it was the guy’s job. It was so hot. A tiny part of me was discouraged with how easily she managed, that she clearly had a lot of experience doing it, but gazing down at her, her big blue fuck-me eyes looking up at me through thick lashes, it was easy to push any of those thoughts away.
She pulled me on top of her as she lay back on the bed.
I crushed my body to hers, my mouth exploring her lips and neck, but I refused to give her what she wanted—what we both needed. Not yet.
Just like the first time we were together, I wanted to take my time, enjoy every second of having her in my bed. I ran my hand over her breast and down her side.
“Enough of this teasing crap.” With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed me off her, rolling us over so she straddled my hips.
Her impish grin made me start laughing until she lowered herself onto me and I couldn’t hold in my grunt of pleasure. She only took in some of me before raising up and slamming back down, taking in more each time until I was completely inside her.
Her eyes were hooded, but her stare was heated. I wanted to close my eyes and savour the feel of being inside her and the sensation taking over my body as she rocked her hips, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers.
My hands gripped her hips as she started rocking them back and forth a little faster. “Holy fuck, Paige.”
She moaned in response, throwing her head back. Breathing heavily, she picked up her pace again.
I tried to control her movements with my hands. I needed her to slow down. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
She put her hands on either side of my head and lowered her face to mine, her movements never slowing. Moving her mouth to my ear, she whispered, “I’m so close.”
I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as I rolled us so I was on top. Looking into her eyes, I lowered my forehead to hers as I rocked my hips, slow and steady.
“That was mean.” She almost pouted but stopped herself. The fact she remembered I hated that made me want to give her what she wanted. Almost.
“I want to take my time with you, bring you so close to the edge numerous times that when you do finally come, you’ll almost pass out.”
She moaned under me, moving her hips in sync with mine. “Isn’t the whole point to get to the finish line?” Her breathing was ragged in between words.
I completely stilled on top of her, raising up on my hands to look down at her with a furrowed brow. “You’ve been with some real assholes, haven’t you?”
“I …”
“Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical.” I covered her mouth with mine, a silent vow to show her how good going slow can be.
Granted, I’d been that asshole before—basically with every girl I’d been with since Reece. It was a simple formula, get them off quicker than I could get myself off, and be done with it.
What this girl was doing to me, though … I wanted to stay buried in her for as long as possible. Enough wasn’t even a word in my vocabulary when it came to Paige.
Moving my lips from hers, down her neck, I loved the small sounds she made and then tried to cover them up by clamping her mouth shut.
She wriggled her hips beneath me, making me move inside her.
“You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” I said with a laugh.
She nodded, reaching down to grab my ass and push me deeper inside.
“Fuck!” Everything with her felt amplified, and I had to use all of my concentration to make sure I didn’t come with that one thrust. “You’re not going to let me take my time, are you?”
She shook her head, her cheeky grin making me lose all control. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and started moving in and out of her, slowly building up speed. When she started arching her back off the bed and breathing heavily, I grabbed one of her hands and lowered it between our bodies.
“Touch yourself, Paige. Come undone for me.”
The sight of her touching her clit brought me to the edge.
I dove into her deeper, harder, hoping she’d beat me to the punch. I was on the brink and not sure how long I had left.
She tightened around me, and that was it—I was done. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. We moaned our release together as I lowered her leg from my shoulder. Our pace gradually slowed until I collapsed on top of her.
I rolled onto my side and brought her with me, not willing to break the connection just yet. Our limbs wrapped around each other, our breathing synced, and I was the most content I’d felt in years. Possibly ever. She fit perfectly around me, moulding to me. I could’ve stayed like that forever.
What. The. Fuck.
A sudden chill crept down my spine as panic rushed through me.
When I told her earlier that I just wanted to be inside her again and it had nothing to do with Reece, I totally thought I was lying. Not completely, but I knew Reece had something to do with it.
Until Paige opened the bathroom door back at the pub, I’d been strong. I wasn’t going to keep picturing her naked like I’d done all week. I wasn’t going to make a move. Then suddenly I was on her and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. We almost came to our senses earlier in the kitchen, but all she had to do was take her friggin’ top off and I was a goner.
With her lying in my arms, I truly rea
lised I wasn’t lying at all. It really did have nothing to do with Reece and everything to do with Paige. A girl I barely knew. A girl I was finding myself so wrapped up in that I’d risk losing my son for her.
That thought alone made me feel sick.
Pulling out of her and pushing her off me as gently as I could manage, I went to stand as she rolled onto her back. Her satisfied smile was more than I could handle.
I stood quickly, rushing to the bathroom. At the bathroom sink, I breathed in deep, trying to ward off the panic building inside me.
The two times I’d been with her, my intense want to have to her again and again consumed me. Trying to fuck her out of my system wasn’t going to work. That’d be like giving a heroin addict more heroin in hopes they’d get over it.
We’d crossed a line, knowing full well what the fallout was going to be.
Splashing my face with water, I didn’t know what to do. A giant part of me was screaming to go back to bed and hold her in my arms all night. But that other, small, tiny, nagging part was telling me to go back out there and offer to drive her home.
I didn’t get crushes. I wouldn’t allow it. With all of the other girls I’d been with, it was easy not to get attached.
In just a week, Paige had made me unstable. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn’t care. When it came to her lips on mine and her hand around my dick, I didn’t care about the possible consequences. And that made me feel like the shittiest person in the world.
The reality of our situation hit me like a punch in the gut. It was going to end one way or another. We just didn’t know when.
10
- PAIGE -
He was freaking out. I saw it in his face as he left me in bed, and I didn’t really blame him. Even though he wanted me here and asked me here, I convinced him to go through with it. I had to practically beg him to have sex with me.
What is wrong with me?
While I was still wrapped in his sheets, trying to figure out what to do—get up and get dressed and leave or stay and talk it out—he emerged from the bathroom and climbed back into bed next to me.
He pulled me close and lowered his face to mine, kissing me slowly. He closed his eyes and pulled me tightly against him. His tongue stroked mine in a slow, loving manner, not with need like earlier.