by Jenna Rose
But he’s resistant. He should be. What I’m asking from him is incredibly dangerous. Maybe that’s another reason why I find it so thrilling. Christ, what’s wrong with me?
“Fine,” I reply, giving him my best smile. “We won’t. But I will be at the lake house tomorrow if you want to come get away from the city for a while.”
“Ava, I—”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I won’t try anything. And I guess you can assume that you won’t either.”
As I walk away, I make sure I sway my hips to draw his attention. I can feel his conflict. I know he’s watching, and just as I step through the kitchen door, he calls after me.
“Fine.” I smile and glance back at him, only to find him scowling at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…maybe.”
Maybe it is.
3
Riggs
Maybe…
Who am I kidding? Ava and I both know that I’ll be on my way to the lake house today. I just have to stop pretending and get in the car.
“My son’s a man!” my father roars as I come downstairs. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, boy!”
He’s referring to the strippers. I guess this means they got out of the penthouse without being seen.
“I’m thirty, Dad. I’ve been a man for a while now.”
“Where you headed?” he asks, flanked by several of his men. I don’t know everything about my dad’s business, but I know that these men are the ones he uses for his real dirty business.
Drugs, gambling, women. My father does it all. Anyone who gets in his way is crushed beneath his boot heel. He’s not above torture, blackmail, extortion – anything to get what he wants. I’m about to just ignore him and head for the door when a thought occurs to me.
“Say, Dad. How did you and Ava meet?”
My question seems to surprise him. He plucks the chewed end of his cigar from his lips and reclines in his chair, scratching his chest hair with his thick fingers.
“Why?” he replies. “Wondering if she’s got a sister for you?”
I shrug. “Just curious.”
My father nods, his eyes suspicious. Have I overplayed my hand?
“She applied to work at one of the clubs,” he lies. No way Ava would ever be a stripper. “I rescued her from a life of having dirty dollar bills thrown at her.”
“How nice of you,” I reply as I grab my keys. “Well, I’m headed home. Thanks for the girls, Dad.”
Despite the fact that nothing happened last night, it feels awkward as hell thanking my dad for hooking me up with a foursome. But not to him, apparently. He chuckles as I leave, obviously quite proud of himself.
My place is across town. I should probably go home and shower and change, but when I think about Ava waiting for me at the lake house, I can’t help myself. I drive a few blocks before doubling back and heading out of town.
I barely fucking slept last night after what happened.
I had her – I had her in my hands. All I had to do was take her, throw all caution to the wind, and claim her as mine.
The way her lips fell open and her back arched when she pressed her body against mine…the way her breast felt in my hand…soft and smooth…her nipples hard. Christ, having sex with her would be like driving a special edition Ferrari. I knew she was gorgeous, but last night showed me her true beauty.
Before I could even close my eyes, I had to jerk off. I came in no time, like I was back in high school.
I’m not going to fuck her at the lake house. I’m going to talk to her and that’s going to be it. It’s just too fucking dangerous.
Thinking about what she told me…about my dad having bought her from her dad has me seeing red, and I blow right through a speed trap going twenty over. I don’t even bother to glance in the rearview. The cops around here all know my car and they know better than to pull me over.
I park down the road from the lake house. My father will have men watching over his wife, but I know their blind spots and make my way through the woods to the side entrance by the garage. It’s policy to keep all the doors and windows locked, but when I try the knob, I see it’s been left open for me.
My body is thudding with so much adrenaline and lust that when I step inside I have to lean against the wall for a few minutes to compose myself. Just knowing she’s upstairs has my body aching and my cock pulsing between my thighs.
What’s she wearing this time? A bikini? Some sexy one-piece? Or maybe some classy loungewear, silky and sensual. Fuck, she could be wearing some tattered sweat shorts and a T-shirt and still look like a goddess.
Slowly, I take the stairs to the second floor and hug the wall to avoid being spotted by my father’s men. When I reach the landing, I hear the sound of jazz coming from Ava’s room.
“Looks like your maybe was a yes,” she says as I enter. She’s lounging on the chaise longue on the balcony overlooking the water, and every one of my guesses was wrong. She’s not wearing a bikini or a one-piece or a pair of tattered sweat shorts and a T-shirt; she’s not wearing anything.
My tongue balls up in my mouth, and I swallow hard as my heat rate increases. Her body is ripe, tight and dangerous, with curves that have my cock as hard as steel. I feel my sanity quickly slipping away as I contemplate taking her right now.
No. I can’t. She belongs to my father.
Then the rush of last night rises within me like a geyser of hot lava ,and I have to clench my fists as hard as I can to stop myself from rushing over to her.
The things I’d do to her…
Her eyes move, and I realize I haven’t said a damn thing. I’ve just been standing here staring at her like an idiot.
Say something!
“Well, you know.” I shrug. “Nothing else to do today.”
Yeah, that was stupid, but I can’t let on just how badly I want her. If I do, it will be an admission that will lead to action and an action that will destroy us both.
“Is that right?” As she rises to her feet, her breasts bounce, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan of desperate desire. Never in my life have I wanted a woman so badly. “So it wasn’t that you wanted to see me?”
“Don’t, Ava. Don’t start.”
Please don’t start, because then I’ll have to finish.
“Start what?” she asks, moving to the bar in the corner. She turns her back to me as she pours herself a drink, putting her juicy ass on full display. She’s wearing some kind of tanning oil, and it’s causing her body to gleam in the sun and me to salivate at the same time.
This is what it’s like to be completely possessed by a woman. Christ, what it would be like to wake up beside her every morning? I’d be the luckiest goddamn man in the world.
“Care for a drink?” she asks, turning back to me. I can’t keep my eyes from moving up her body, from her dainty feet to her wide hips to her breasts and perfect face. There’s a tiny triangle of hair on her mound, basically pointing straight down to what she knows I want.
It’s such perfection that I have to look away.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her.
“Suit yourself.”
She knows exactly what’s going on. And so do I, even if I’m pretending not to.
Why am I holding back? I’ve never been a coward; I have always gone for what I wanted, regardless of the consequences. But now, when I see a woman I want more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, I’m afraid to make a move?
My father…
I want to break something.
They say a man only becomes a man when his father is dead. But my father, the cruel kingpin, will live a long time. I’m sure of that.
My eyes follow Ava’s feet, perfectly manicured, as she makes her way back to the chaise longue. She takes her place like a supermodel, and I snap a mental image in my mind to keep for later when I’m alone.
“So you’re just going to stand there all day?” she asks. “Come and sit with me. Get some sun. Do you play cards?
”
4
Riggs
“Cards?” I ask as I tentatively make my way across the bedroom to her.
“Poker. Blackjack. Gin rummy.” She smiles as she grabs a deck and begins to shuffle. “I’d suggest we play strip poker, but…” She gestures to her nude body and shrugs. “But I think you’d have already won.”
“Do you have to do that, Ava?” I ask as I awkwardly sit several feet away from her. My cock doesn’t make it easy. I feel the pre-cum spilling out into my boxers. I’m beyond ready for action – I’m dying for it.
“What? Big mafia man can’t take a little teasing?”
“I’m not a mafia man, Ava,” I correct her sternly. “That’s my father. Not me.”
“Oh? So what are you, then?”
For some reason, her question stings. Is she doing this on purpose? Living in my father’s shadow has been the main source of pain in my life, but no matter how I try to get away from him, he always finds a way to pull me back in.
“I want to do woodworking,” I tell her. “Furniture. Have my own shop. But my dad won’t allow it.”
“So disobey him.”
I roar with laughter. “Disobey him? How about you disobey him? Do you know who my father is?”
“I’m his wife. Not his son.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. There would be some kind of accident. My shop would burn down or the guy supplying my lumbar would wind up with two broken legs or my clients would suddenly turn around and tell me they’ve decided not to commission me for a piece. He’d do something, Ava!”
Christ, why am I even explaining myself to her? The rage pours through my veins like hot acid. The life of a mobster’s son. Must be great. That’s what everyone assumes. The truth is, it’s more like the life of a prisoner. My life is not my own.
“All right,” Ava says calmly as she sips her drink. “I apologize, Riggs. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Great, now I look like an emotional little baby. “No, it’s fine. I—I just want you to understand the position I’m in.”
“You think I don’t?” she asks. “My father gambled all our money away, then sold me to Michael to repay his debt. I’m his property now. He won’t even let me see my mother.”
There have been times in my life where my hatred for my father reached what I believed was an all-time high. Like when I realized he had no qualms trafficking women or having his men sell drugs to high school kids. But now I feel my hatred for him beginning to boil over.
“I guess we were both blessed with a couple of great dads,” I reply sardonically.
Ava smiles and twists on the chaise, drawing my attention back to her body.
Again, I swallow hard and take a breath. My stony demeanor is legendary in the circles I move in, but I feel it slipping as I look at her. She’s found a way to get me to open up, lower my defenses, and bare my soul, and that’s something I’ve never done with anyone.
“I’ll help you, Ava.” The words fall from my mouth before I realize what I’ve said. “I don’t know how, but I will.”
“Riggs, I don’t want to put you in danger…”
“You don’t?” I chuckle. “What do you call what we’re doing right now? No, you’re right. I have to do something about my father. I can’t just keep letting him get away with the things he does.”
“It won’t be easy,” she replies. “And I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“He’s already hurt me, Ava. In so many ways. And now he’s hurting you. And that I will not stand for.”
It’s like I’m a preacher giving a sermon. Things I’ve always wanted to say just flow out of me, things I’ve suppressed for so long that have built up inside me, forming a pressure I never fully understood.
I can’t seem to hold anything back from her. Her body caught my attention, but she has stolen something much more precious. She’s snuck through my defenses and slid a hook into me. I’m powerless to escape.
Am I really capable of doing all the things I just decreed? I don’t know. My father is a powerful man used to having men come at him. He’ll be ready, and I don’t even know what my plan is.
But I do know one thing for damn sure…
Ava is not meant for my father; she’s meant for me.
5
Ava
It’s not even a realization that I’m in love with Riggs – it’s just the way things are, the way things have been since the moment we first met.
The pain of being sold by my father was matched only by the pain I felt when I saw Riggs and realized it would be impossible for us to be together.
I tried forgetting about him. Tried to ignore the fact that he was living in the same penthouse, and when he started spending more and more nights at his own place outside the city, I felt relieved. The sense of loss was there, but it was easier for me to simply pretend like we’d never met, like he didn’t exist.
I tried convincing myself he’d never return. Every night before I went to bed I told myself that when I woke up I wouldn’t remember him, or Michael would tell me he’d gone somewhere and would never return. And every morning I woke up defeated.
Riggs was set in my mind like an immovable stone. The glances he sought to hide from me were the sparks illuminating my gray, desperate days. No matter how hard I explain it to him, I doubt he’ll ever understand just how much those glances meant to me.
But now those glances aren’t stolen. They’re deliberate, and it’s impossible for him to hide what’s on his mind now.
My body is alive for him. Every single pore, every nerve is tingling with anticipation. Lying out here in my birthday suit was a bold move, and not the easiest one I’ve ever made, especially considering my lack of sexual experience. But I had to do something.
“Weird, isn’t it?” he muses as he comes and sits on the edge of the chaise longue. Conscious of my hips, I move slightly to give him more room.
“I hope you’re not talking about me,” I tease. The smile he replies with melts my heart like butter.
“Of course not.” Gently, he grazes the inside of my right leg with his fingertips. I try to hide the shiver it causes. “Weird that you’re ten years younger than me but you’re still my stepmom.”
Did I really just step into a naughty movie? Or has it always been like this? Either way, it doesn’t matter. His question has me buzzing with anticipation. I’ve done my part in all this. Now I can only hope he does his.
“Now that you mention it, it is kind of silly…”
“I mean – if we had met at a coffee shop or something, I’d just be that older guy who was hitting on you.”
“You’d hit on me?” I ask eagerly.
“Please,” he scoffs. “I’d have you coming home with me in ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes!” I gasp, pretending to be aghast. Of course, he’s completely right. “Come on. Not even two dates?”
Riggs shakes his head and traces a line up my calf to my knee. This time, I can’t help it; my body jerks in response to his touch. Moisture spreads across my inner thighs. My chest is tight, and I force a deep breath.
“Oh, we’d have two dates.” He grins, moving his hand higher. My thighs burn and my eyes go wide. “But I’d have already claimed you by then.”
In Riggs’s determined eyes, I see the same fierce power that I see in his father’s. But unlike Michael, Riggs’ determination is not cruel. But I have no doubt that he could protect me. I know that, even if he’s not sure of it himself yet.
“You would…?”
It’s like he’s still holding out – still trying to resist what I know he wants to do to me. And it’s killing me. There’s more tension in the air than an Alfred Hitchcock movie, and I can barely breathe.
“Christ, Ava. If you only knew how many times I’ve pleasured myself to the thought of taking you. When you told me my father hadn’t had you yet…”
It’s as though he can’t even finish his train of thought. His hands move up and grasp my soa
ked sex, and a moan whimpers from my lips. I cry out as he wastes no time and slides a finger inside me. Knuckle deep.
“Riggs!”
“Fuck me, Ma, you weren’t lying, were you? You really are a virgin.”
Ma? Did he just call me Ma?
Wow. Why is that turning me on so badly? But Riggs’ words are just the tip of the iceberg.
His firm body presses against mine, and I’m instantly aware of every one of his well-defined muscles that swell and twist against me, taut and warm as I writhe against his grip. The tip of his finger finds that spot, the spot I’d only heard about like some mythical creature you only read about, and my body blooms with golden light.
“Right there,” he coos in my ear. “Feel that, Ma? That’s your G-spot. And if I do this—” His curl intensifies, increasing the pressure, and my back arches off the chaise longue. “Then I can make you come in no time.”
“P—please don’t stop, Riggs!”
My eyes are shut, but I feel his smile in his lips as he presses them against my cheek, letting his warm breath spill down across my ear and neck. My legs start to quiver.
Is this really happening?
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he purrs, amplifying the sensations. The skill in his fingers…he’s a maestro. A savant. “That pussy is so fucking tight, Ma. I don’t know how I’m going to fit my cock inside.”
His dirty words swim into my ear like tiny pearls of bliss, igniting the pleasure already exploding between my thighs. He moves his finger faster, and I hear the sound of my wetness, causing me to throw my legs around his strong waist. A shudder ripples through me, and I snatch his face and pull it to mine.
My climax tears through me as our lips meet.
My first kiss and the first orgasm I didn’t give myself, both at the same time.
“Good girl,” he growls into my mouth. “Let me feel that pussy coming.”
Wave after wave rocks me, causing my hips to twist and my body to shake. My teeth close gently around his lower lip, and I realize I’m digging into his back so hard with my fingers that I’m probably hurting him. As I start to come down, I release and let my body relax.
