by C. M. Steele
Chapter Five
Dean Jr.
A month and I can barely hang on. It feels like the clock seems to be moving in slow fucking motion. I’ve already prepared everything for the day that I finally stake my claim, including the ring I had my brother pick up from the house. He was slick to slip it in my bag like I asked without Greta finding out.
I fired my latest therapist, and I don’t give a fuck that I did. Perhaps I should have done it sooner, knowing what I know now. The therapist and I didn't make small talk because I had no interest and speaking about anything that wasn't me getting back into peak physical shape for my woman. Hell, all I can ever think about is getting my woman naked, pinning Greta to every surface while she rides my face or cock.
What I didn't know is that my girl has been getting upset. Not a fucking soul thought to mention how jealous she was getting. I've been so focused on getting better for Greta that I had no idea she was contemplating anything sexual about the woman and me. My brother came to me before he left and explained the matter. It’s something I’ll need to fix and very soon. Greta needs to know that she’s the only one for me. Ever.
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A week to go…
I count the hours. The doorbell rings and I wonder who the hell is here this early in the morning. “I’ll get it,” I grumble, standing with my cane and make my way to the door. Looking out, I see it’s my former partner. I open it with a smile. “Long time no see.”
“It’s good to see you smiling.”
“Come on in.”
“Thanks.” He walks with me to the living room. “You’re looking good.”
“Thanks. Have a seat.”
“Oh, hi,” Greta says, walking into the living room. She’s in her red and beige work uniform and it looks so fucking good on her. I can’t wait to see her wrapped up in nothing but red lace. I stare at her a little too long and my partner lets out a cough.
“Greta, have you met Detective McKnight?” I remember my manners.
“Briefly at the hospital.”
“It’s good to see you again,” he says, smiling at her a little more than I care for.
“Thank you.”
“Are you going to work?” It’s a stupid question, but I get lost in thought when she’s around.
“Yes. Benji’s going to drop me off.”
“Okay. Be safe and call before you get out.” I want to kiss her goodbye. Seven more days.
“Yes, sir.” She salutes me before walking out.
“Hmm…”
“What?”
“That explains a lot.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You and her. I wondered why you stayed away from women, avoided going out with the guys. Now I see. You have a thing for the girl. Does she live here?”
“She does live here, but there’s nothing going on between us.”
“Not yet. I can see it in your eyes. Call it the detective in me, but you can’t hide your longing and I didn’t miss the way she blushed.”
“We’re not together.”
“Hey, hey. It’s not my business. She’s the same age as your sister.”
“She’s a bit younger, but she’ll be eighteen in a week.”
“Oh. I get it. Thankfully you were injured or you might have not been able to hold out.”
“If I wasn’t, I’d be in my condo without the damn daily temptation,” I grumble.
“She’s beautiful.” I let out a growl. “Chill. You know me. I’ve no interest in her.” Yes. He’s kept it a secret, but he’s got a boyfriend. He’s a private man and I’m one of the few who know the truth. He’s not ashamed of being gay, but he’s the kind of person who keeps his work life and private life separate.
“How’s that going?”
“Good. I’m not dating anyone at the moment which makes working long hours much easier.”
“True. I’d hate to have to be away from Greta that long. It’s already been over a year of keeping my distance. Now at least I get to see her every day.”
“And share a very stilted conversation?” he chuckles like the prick he is.
“Fuck off. Sometimes I can’t get my head out of my ass.”
“I don’t mean to pick on your love life or lack thereof. I really stopped by to see if you’re going to be returning.” The itch to work hits me hard. I loved it until that very moment that I found myself on the wrong side of a gun.
“I don’t know. I can’t risk my life again.”
“I can understand that. The chief wanted me to ask you. You know, you could always come back and do desk work. Working on leads from the office. I know it’s not something you’d want, but the department really needs your skills.”
“I’d have to talk to my family about it.” I’m glad everyone else is out doing some shit. Becks is upstairs studying, so I have time to broach the subject.
“Fine. I have to get into the station. I’m in for a busy night. Just consider it.”
“Okay. I will.”
“Good. We’d love to have you back, man.” He stands and I do with my cane. “Relax, I’ll see myself out.”
“Nah, I need to get some steps in.” I clap his back and then we head to the front door.
“It really is good to see you moving about.” We shake hands and he walks out of the house to his waiting sedan. As he pulls away, I replay our conversation. What would Greta say? I already know my mom will have a shit fit. I’m a fucking millionaire, but my heart isn’t just satisfied with living off someone else’s hard work.
Getting myself a drink, I take a seat on the back porch with my tea and think about my choices. I don’t have to decide any time soon. I’m not capable of driving just yet, so I’m not going anywhere.
I must have lost track of time because my mother comes up beside me. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Mom. What time is it?”
“It’s already five. Daddy and I were looking for you. Benji said your partner stopped by. Is everything okay?” She places her hand on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” She doesn’t believe me because the woman knows me better than anyone.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“Bullshit. Don’t make me call your father out here.”
“He asked if I was coming back.”
“I thought you told them you were retiring.” She pulls the patio seat closer and sits next to me, staring at me. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“I am considering it.”
“Junior, you’re a grown man and I can’t tell you what to do, but I also don’t want to lose my baby—any of my babies.”
“I know. I’m thinking about you all and that’s the hard part.”
“Maybe before you decide, you should talk to Greta about it. She’s the one who…” I cut her off.
“I will. I’m not even sure if I’m going to. They offered me a desk job.”
“Well, that’s a little different. Like I said, you want a future with her. Make sure you’re both on the same path.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She hugs me tight before standing.
“There you two are. Come on in, dinner’s ready.”
“Where’s Greta?”
“She’s hanging out with Emily tonight.”
“You let her? That asshole that Emily has wrapped around her finger has a younger brother.”
“Damn, calm down.”
“Ask yourself if it was mom going to hang out with a good-looking guy her age.”
He snarls and mutters about a cop. “You’ve got a point, but I can’t make her come home. She’s not my daughter yet.”
“I’m not hungry.” I leave the kitchen and nearly collide with Greta. “What are you doing back?”
“Um…I didn’t know I needed permission.” She steps back like I’ve slapped her.
“Dad said you were hanging out with Emily tonight.”
“Yeah, I’m going to change,” she mutters, jogging up
the stairs.
“Do you remember what I said?” She freezes and her shoulders relax.
Greta marches down the steps, standing on the second to last so our faces are right next to each other and she says, “I do, Dean. I’m not falling for anyone else.” She bends down and kisses my cheek. “So calm down. It’s just a girl’s night.”
She turns and goes before I grab her and wrap her up in my arms. “Fucking shit,” I grumble, adjusting my cock and going straight into my bedroom. I lay on my bed, one hand behind my head, attempting to control the raging lust she brings out in me with just one look.
The sound of the shower down the hall turns on and my cock begs to be let out. I’ve spent the entire day keeping my hand off that fucker, but then my future wife shows up and the good man in me just disappears. I take off my shirt and pull my cock out of my pants. It’s thick, hard and the tip is coated with need. I close my eyes and picture my sweet girl washing her body. Does she touch herself to thoughts of me? Slipping her tiny fingers between her legs, strumming her clit while thinking about all the fucked up shit I plan to do to her.
I don’t hear the bedroom door open, but my name coming from Greta’s lips catches my attention.
“Greta.”
“Oh my God.” She’s staring at my thick rod with my meaty fist around it. I stop, but I don’t embarrassingly hide it away. No. She came into my private space and soon I’ll be coming in hers.
“I thought you were in pain.”
“I am, baby girl. I’m in a lot of pain,” I groan, stroking my cock while her eyes never leave the show. “Are you going to leave or stay and watch?”
“Can I watch?”
“If that’s what you want.” She pushes the door shut and leans against it. Damn she’s playing with fire.
She’s wrapped up in her bathrobe. Hair bundled up in a towel.
“I should go.”
“You should,” I grunt, but I don’t stop myself. “But you like what you see, don’t you?”
“Yes. What are you thinking about while you…” She doesn’t say jerking off because she’s a good girl and innocent. I can’t wait to turn my sweet Greta into a bad girl.
“You. I imagine all the filthy things I want to do to you.” She clenches her thighs together. “That’s right, baby girl. Your pussy’s aching for everything I have to give it. Do you touch yourself, Greta?”
“I try.”
“You try, but you don’t come, baby girl?”
“I can’t make it happen,” she pouts prettily that I ache to show her how to get off.
“Show me.” My voice is rough, husky as the lust builds. She follows my commands so well. She undoes the tie to the robe, giving me just a hint of her cleavage and a straight shot of her blonde curls. She’s wet and I’m betting it’s not from the shower.
“Get started. Show me how you strum your pussy while I finish what I started.” I take my cock in hand, stroking the fucker in long languid movements, hoping that I don’t nut too soon. She slips her fingers between her folds, pumping one inside her sopping wet slit. “Cup those tits, tease them. Think of my mouth on those tight, tiny buds.” Her robe falls past her shoulders and rests at the crook of her elbow. Fuck me. Her pink nipples are rock hard, pointing at me. My tongue involuntarily pops out of my mouth, swiping my bottom lip as I imagine sucking on her sexy flesh. I’m on the verge of coming as her teeth tug on her pouty pink lips.
I forget to stroke myself because I’m fascinated by her. “I can’t do it,” she complains.
“Come here, baby girl. I’ll make it better, but I’m not going to touch you.”
“What?”
“Come here.” She does, stepping to the edge of the bed. “Feed me your fingers, baby.”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy. In a week, your pussy’s going to be all in my face, so let me help you, Greta.”
She lifts them to my lips and I suck on her sticky, pussy juice covered fingers. She moans as my mouth pulls on them. I growl. “How are you feeling? Are you getting closer?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her thighs clench, and she rolls her hips near the mattress. I’m so turned on watching her tease herself.
“You need more friction, baby. Come up here and use me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me. Come up here and use me. I won’t touch you.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t touch me.”
“Like a stripper?”
“Yes.” Fuck, I’m about to come. I’ve never been to a strip club and I’m betting she hasn’t either, but it’s pretty common knowledge. “I’m getting my first lap dance,” I growl.” That makes her smile which is good. I want her to know that she’s my only one, but I’m not ready to confess that yet.
She climbs on top of me, her nerves a little less on edge. Although I’m on edge. She bites on her bottom lip as she straddles me. “Take what you need, Greta.” She rolls her hips, her seam splitting as she runs it along my shaft, sandwiching my meat. Fuck me. I grip my headboard to avoid touching her. Liking that she does it some more, moving a little faster as moans escape her body.
“Dean,” she utters my name as the tension builds and I watch, dick on the verge of coming. She leans forward, pressing her hands on my chest, making my cock jerk. She grinds harder and longer strokes.
“Be careful, baby. Don’t impale yourself on me. We have one week.”
“Oops,” she says with a blush. “Sorry. I’m so close.”
“Don’t be sorry. I should be, but all I can think about is sucking on those beautiful tits and slipping my thick cock into your fertile, young womb. You want that, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Dean. Yes. I want your babies.” She clenches and freezes as her slit kisses the tip and pulses around it. A cry rips through her as she comes. I follow her over, shooting my load all over my stomach and hers, even getting a little inside her sweet cunt. Fuck me.
We take a deep breath and she collapses onto my chest. I don’t wrap my arms around her like I crave to do. She clings to me tightly, calming the steady pounding in my brain reminding me of how wrong this is.
“Are you okay?” she asks me.
“Yes, of course. I should ask you that.”
“Why? I had my first orgasm and it was incredible. You’re the one tense and frowning.”
“We’re playing a dangerous game, Greta.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She jumps off me fast as hell, picking up her robe.
“Don’t be upset, Greta. I’m not upset. Frustrated with myself.”
“Don’t regret it. I’ve never felt forced, coerced, or anything negative when it comes to you. All I want is you. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I mutter. Hating that she’s walking out of the room. We shouldn’t have to be apart and now I feel that pang even more than before. Her scent all over me. Fuck, her pussy juices soaking into my skin. I’m a fucking mess and it’s made me hungrier. Lying there, with my hands behind my head, I think about what’s best for us. It’s gonna fucking suck, but I have to go home.
Chapter Six
Greta
“One more day,” Emily says. “You get to keep your v-card for one more day; then my brother’s gonna snatch that fucker up.” She giggles, digging through the closet to find me something to wear. “This is perfect, that way when Dean sees you tonight, he’ll have easy access and maybe won’t shred it.”
“You’re silly. I can’t believe you’re talking about your brother like that.”
“I can’t help it. You get so bent out of shape and turn completely red. I was the same way but losing that v-card just does something to a girl and the blushes fade. Now get prepped and out of the house before he comes stalking in and can’t wait for the clock to strike twelve.”
“You act like your brother’s going to maul me.” I don’t tell her that I’m ready to maul him. After what happened in his bedroom last week, I’m apparently n
ot above slaking my lust, using his body for my own pleasure. Though I do have to say feeling his release shoot against my pussy made my body spasm harder.
“I just know.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.”
“Girl, anything for you. Now I’ve got to run, but I love you. Have a great time and remember he’s going to want to do every dirty thing he’s been thinking of for the past year, better be prepared. Stay hydrated.” She winks and dashes out of the room. I have to laugh because she’s so freaking happy and even happy for me to be with her brother. I love Dean so much that I’m full of fear that something’s going to go wrong. Someone’s going to separate us. Hell, this past week we’ve been separated, and it feels like an eternity. Having spent every day in the same house to being apart is painful.
There’s a knock at my door. “Come in,” I shout, getting my things before going down the hall to take a shower. Only three of the bedrooms have personal bathrooms.
“Hey, I came to see if your parents will be coming back for your birthday,” Mrs. Evans says.
“No. They won’t.” As a matter of fact, I haven’t spoken to my parents in a week and the last time it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. They want me to live with them and work at their latest gig. It’s not going to happen. I’ve almost washed my hands of them. I’ll always love them, but our bond has been broken. After feeling the love the Evans family have given me over the past year, I’ve learned my parents are too selfish to love me properly.
“Well, we’ll always be here for you. Now I don’t want to keep you. Have a good time tonight.” She gives me a hug and walks out of the bedroom door, closing it behind her.
I go into Dean’s room with my things to shower and shave. It takes another hour before I’m dressed because I shaved my legs completely. Luckily, I don’t grow a lot of hair on them. I also trimmed my girl bits. I would have shaved it all, but he already thinks I’m too young for him, so I keep a nice strip.
Although he didn’t seem turned off by it. My mind immediately goes to the image of him down between my legs, making me scream as he licks me. I remember his promise to do just that. The way that he groaned as he sucked off my stickiness from my fingers, sent desire straight to my core. I needed him and he understood it.
