by Jagger Cole
“I’ll see you in a few days, Lacey.” She hangs up, and I stare at the phone with a slow shake of my head. Geez.
An hour later though, I’ve forgotten all about Helen’s weirdness. I’m downstairs in the kitchen helping—or rather watching—Logan make dinner, and I’m not sure I’ve ever smiled this much in my entire life.
The man is beyond wealthy. Most people in his position would have a private chef. But Logan says he prefers to cook his own meals. I haven’t tried his cooking yet, but I can definitely say I prefer to watch him cook more than anyone else I can imagine. He moves like a dancer in the kitchen; chopping and stirring until the wonderful smells fill the house.
“Okay, sit,” He winks at me and nods at the stools at the counter. I grab silverware and set it out so that we’re sitting at the counter corner next to each other. Logan dishes up the food and comes over holding two plates that look like they’ve come from a professional kitchen, and my jaw drops.
“Are you joking? This looks incredible!”
“We’re going for taste but looking pretty doesn’t hurt. Both is a plus.” He sits next to me with the plates and turns to let his steamy gaze pierce into me. “I can think of something else that tastes amazing and looks gorgeous.” My face burns hot as the sun as he grins. He leans in and cups my jaw, kissing me deeply. Like every time he touches me or even looks at me, my body instantly gets warmer, and a heated wetness dampens my panties.
“Dig in, beautiful,” he growls as he pulls away. I look down at my exquisite looking plate of homemade from scratch butternut squash ravioli over some sort of asparagus salad drizzled with pesto. My stomach loudly gurgles, and I giggle as Logan laughs. “Better not keep that tummy waiting,” he laughs. “She sounds hungry.”
“Well, someone gave me a workout today,” I say shyly. Logan turns and leans into me again to kiss me slowly.
“Lacey…”
“I don’t regret a thing, just in case you were going to ask,” I whisper. His eyes pierce into me, and he slowly nods.
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
“Well, uncross it,” I smile as I crawl into his lap with my legs on either side of him. “Because I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Me neither, baby,” he growls as his lips find mine. He kisses me deeply, and I moan into his mouth. My hips start to move, and I realize I’m grinding onto a huge bulge in his jeans. I’m wearing a skirt, too, and his erection presses hotly against my wet panties. “Fuck, Lacey,” he grunts.
“We better stop if we’re going to have dinner,” I moan.
“Fuck it, I want dessert,” Logan grunts back. He kisses me deeply as his hands slide under my tank top. He pushes it high, slipping it over my breasts. I’ve skipped a bra to be flirty, and I moan as his big hand cups my tits. His other hand pushes under my skirt to grab my ass. I gasp as his fingers slide deep between my legs from behind. His thumb brushes my pussy through my damp panties, and I whimper eagerly.
“I want you so bad right now,” I gasp.
“I want you always,” he growls back. His hand drops to his jeans, and I moan as he lifts me up and starts to open his pants up. He slides them down a little bit, and I whimper when I feel his big hard dick throbbing between my thighs. From behind, he slides his finger under my panties to stroke my dripping wet lips. He pushes my panties to the side and lifts me up. I center on the thick head of his cock, and with a long drawn out sigh, I sink down onto him.
“Shit, Lacey,” he grunts. “Fuck, just like that baby. Let me feel you ride that dick.”
I moan desperately into his lips as I slide up and then back down, taking all of him to the base inside of me. He’s so fucking big inside my tight, barely touched pussy. But I’m so wet that he slips deep inside. My hands go to his shoulders, his on my ass, and I keep kissing him as I start to bounce up and down on him.
He grunts my name, holding me tightly as he thrusts up to meet me. His huge dick plunges into me wetly, and I gasp as the pleasure washes over me. Logan’s mouth drops to my neck, where he kisses me hard enough to leave marks. He makes his way lower, taking one of my nipples in-between his lips. And the whole time, I just keep riding his cock.
Logan’s hand strokes my pussy from behind and teases my lips stretched around his size. His hand slips back, and my eyes widen as I feel his slick finger press against my ass. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, panting harder as I ride him. He growls into my lips and presses a little more. I know it’s so dirty and wrong, but his finger on my ass feels so freaking good while he fucks me. I pant heavily and try and relax. Slowly, his finger pushes into me, and I gasp as he sinks it into my ass.
“Damn, baby,” he groans as I moan even louder and deeper. The feel of him filling my pussy and fingering my ass is intense and wild. It’s dirty and kinky, but it feels so good that I never want him to stop.
“Don’t stop!” I gasp. I start to ride him faster, feeling so full and so naughty with his dick and his finger both inside of me. “Don’t stop!”
He groans and begins to thrust into me harder. His mouth plants on mine, and I kiss him eagerly as I ride his dick. The kitchen fades away, until it’s just the two of us moving like one. Logan sinks deep inside of me, and suddenly, I can’t hold on any longer. With a cry of pleasure, I start to come, feeling my pussy squeeze down around his cock and my ass doing the same to his finger.
Logan grunts and pulls me all the way down on his dick, and I can feel him coming too. The powerful spurts of his cum spraying into me have me moaning in pleasure, our lips slam together as we come at the same time.
I giggle and groan as I drop my forehead to his chest. “I think I have a problem.”
Logan laughs. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got the same problem. I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses me again, but the angry growl of my stomach again has us both laughing as we break apart.
“Let’s eat,” he chuckles, helping me slide off of his lap. I think about going to shower quickly. But the thought of just sitting here enjoying the afterglow along with his food is too tempting. Plus, the thought of not washing him off of me is pretty hot. I tug my panties back into place and immediately blush as I feel his warm cum seeping into them as I sit.
I take a bite of the food, and I swear it’s almost like having another orgasm. “Oh my God, this is incredible!” I exclaim. Logan grins.
“Yeah? Never tried this exact recipe before.”
“Bold move for a date night,” I tease. But after I say it, I blush and look away. “Not that this is… I mean, I know it’s, you know…”
Logan grins as he turns and takes my hands in his. “Baby, this is by far the best date night I’ve ever had.” I blush bright red as he leans in and kisses me.
He goes back to his plate, and I do the same, taking another scrumptious bite. “Seriously. This is the best plate of food I’ve ever had. And it’s homemade! Trust me, we don’t eat like this at the Millhouse residence.”
Logan stiffens next to me, his fork halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he turns. “What did you just say?”
I smile. “I just mean my Aunt Helen can’t cook to save her life. And believe me, neither can I.”
“No, what did you call it? Millhouse?”
I frown. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Probably confusing. Millhouse is my aunt’s married name. Teague is her maiden name.” Logan sets his fork down slowly and loudly. He takes a deep steady breath, and I frown at the way his face hardens. “Is everything okay?”
“Lacey, your aunt is Helen Millhouse?”
“Uh, yeah?”
He snarls. “What the fuck is this?”
I startle back from him at the sharp words. “What?”
“This, Lacey,” he growls. “What the fuck is this, a setup?” He barks the words, and his eyes look furious. I tremble as I lean away from him.
“Logan, you’re freaking me out. What are you talking about?”
“So, your uncle is Roger Millhouse?”
I roll my eyes. “Unfortunately. I me
an, he’s not really my uncle, just Helen’s second hus—”
“Is he your uncle?” Logan snaps. “Yes or no, Lacey.”
Scared, I nod. “Yes, I guess? Do you know him?”
Logan closes his eyes and turns to look away from me. His jaw clenches tightly, and I can see how tight his hands are clenched in front of him. “Lacey, you should go.”
I blink in shock. “Wait, what the hell is going on!?”
“What’s going on, Lacey,” he grunts, “Is that Roger Millhouse and his lawyers are trying to bring me down for securities fraud. I used to do some business with him, and now he’s trying to frame me for his own fucking crimes. Now it appears I’ve got his goddamn niece sleeping in my bed!” He roars as he turns to glare at me with angry eyes. “What the fuck does that look like to you?”
I blink back tears as my heart wrenches inside of me. “Right now?” I choke through tears. “A fucking mistake. The worst mistake I’ve ever made.”
“You need to leave, Lacey,” Logan hisses through clenched teeth. His eyes are closed, and he turns away. “Please, just leave.”
The tears begin to fall as I turn and run from the house, and away from the man who might’ve already stolen my heart, only to break it.
11
I know I fucked up. It’s barely an hour later, and I’m in my study nursing a scotch with regret filling my heart. Lacey’s gone, of course. I’m sure she’s back at her aunt’s house, but I never imagined how much it would hurt with her not being in this house with me.
Yes, she caught me off guard. In the few years I’ve lived next door to Helen Teague, I never once made the connection to Roger Millhouse. I mean why would I have? But hearing that connection direct from Lacey’s mouth knocked the damn wind out of me. And I reacted… poorly.
I glower into my scotch. Fucking Roger Millhouse. It was years ago that I worked with him, and only loosely. He ran an investment group, and his books looked good enough for me to sink some money in with him. His books looked so good that a lot of people did the same, too. I’m one of the lucky ones. I ended up taking a closer look at his financial statements later and decided they were too good. As in too good to be true. I didn’t want to call the guy out, but I cashed out, giving him some story about minimizing risks or something like that.
A few months later, his entire scheme fell apart. I know some guys who lost their damn shirts with Roger and his pyramid schemes, which made me feel even luckier that I got out when I did. But after his arrest, maybe because he knew I’d seen through his crap, Roger decided to come after me. He and his lawyers have been throwing shit at me ever since and trying to get it to stick.
Thankfully, I have my own lawyers who know how to go for the jugular, but it’s been over a year of constantly battling off the accusations. I’ve lost a fortune dealing with F.B.I. agents who have to check in on allegations instead of seeking out new investments.
All of that came to a head earlier when Lacey slipped and mentioned Helen’s married name. It all clicked into place, and I made connections that clearly aren’t there. I growl to myself and take a gulp of my scotch. I mean fuck, what did I think, that Lacey was a fucking spy or something? I shake my head. It sounds absurd saying it now, and I feel like a shithead for even thinking it.
It would be easy to go over there and just tell her I was an idiot. I could scoop her into my arms, tell her I’m sorry, and maybe let it drop that I’m completely in love with her and never want her to leave my side ever again.
The second I think it, I freeze. But I freeze because I know it’s true. There haven’t been many, but there of course have been women in my past. I mean, I’m forty after all. However, none of the women in my rearview mirror can hold a candle to the girl I just let run out of my life. The women I knew before were two-dimensional imitations of the dream girl I always had in my head. The funny part is, here I am at forty, and I’ve just now realized that the girl of my dreams has been living next door to me for the last few years.
But there’s no denying the way I feel about Lacey anymore. It’s more than just the sex, too, and it’s more than that I took her virginity. With her, I feel whole. With Lacey, I feel like I’m complete in a way I’ve never felt before.
I know I should walk away. Even if I was wrong to accuse her, I should take this opportunity to step away and not let her get any closer to me. I tell myself that it’s for the best as I drain the rest of my drink. She needs a guy her own age. She might think I’m the one, just like I’m pretty damn sure she’s the one for me. But, distance from me will show her that there’s so much more out there for her besides a forty-year-old guy putting his hands on her.
Except, the minute I think it, I already know it’s a lie.
The truth that I can’t ignore is that I’m crazy about Lacey. The last few days with her are like the first breath of air I’ve had in years, and her not being in this house has me anxious and off-kilter. I’ve never felt the way I feel for her for any woman; not even close. It’s not just the physical either. Perhaps for a younger, more naïve man, it would be easy to confuse the temptation of incredible sex with a gorgeous nineteen-year-old college girl with real feelings. But I’m no young, naïve man, and I know that the feelings I have for her are real. They’re also the biggest feelings I’ve ever had for anyone.
I stand with determination. I know what I have to do. I storm from my office, out of my front door, and down the driveway. I’m not confused about Lacey, I’m in love with her. Nothing is going to change or taint that. Nothing else matters; not the age difference between us, not what people might say about it, and not her asshole uncle.
I march out of the driveway gate and down the street towards Lacey’s house. I know what I feel. And I’m not letting her go.
12
Lacey
The tears stream down my face as the front door slams behind me. I’m shaking, and my heart feels like it’s breaking in two as I dash up the stairs to my room. I fall facedown across my bed and then curl into a ball as I cry.
So, this is what heartache feels like. This is what losing the first and only real love you’ve ever known feels like. I’m still not even totally sure what just happened. All I know is, I fell for a man I had no business falling for, and now, I’m paying the price.
Whatever Logan was saying about my Uncle Roger trying to set him up is unclear. I mean I understand what he was saying, but I can’t quite wrap my head around Logan actually thinking I’m part of some secret plot to hurt him. I want to scream at him that I don’t even like my uncle, and that all of his schemes were news to me too when he was arrested. I want to yell in Logan’s face that he’s an asshole for even thinking that me sleeping with him was to “get him” or something disgusting like that. A coldness grips me. I feel used and broken. It feels like something’s been stolen from me, and there’s no getting it back.
“Lacey, honey?”
With a gasp, I startle upright just as my aunt walks into my room. I stare at her in disbelief. “Aunt Helen?” I blink quickly. “What are you doing here? I mean, how are you home?”
Helen smiles sweetly as she moves towards the bed. “How’s staying with Logan, honey?”
My aunt has never called me honey. And she’s never once comforted me like it seems she’s doing now. “It was fine,” I say dismissively. “I just needed to come home for something.”
“I see,” she smiles and sits on the edge of my bed. “But you’re having fun over there?”
I frown. “What?”
Helen’s smile intensifies. “You know what I mean, Lacey. Are you having fun with him?” She says knowingly. I freeze, staring at her.
“Aunt Helen, what are you talking about?”
“Oh, please, Lacey,” she says a little too sweetly. Her eyes seem to intensify as they bore into me. “I know exactly what happened over there.” I tremble, but she keeps going. “I bet he couldn’t keep his hands off you, could he?”
A nauseous feeling washes over me, making me fee
l sick. “What are you talking about, Aunt Helen?” I croak out. “Mr. Kane never—”
“Let’s skip the bullshit, okay Lacey?” Her words hit me like a slap, and I startle back from her as she keeps smiling at me. “Why are you back?”
“I… I told you, I just needed to come get something.”
“Oh, is that it? It’s not that he figured out about you being related to Roger?” I stare at her, and she smiles. “Ahh, I figured he would sooner or later. Now, did you bring your stuff back with you?”
I stand from the bed and back away from her, slowly shaking my head. “Helen, what the hell is going on?”
She smiles sweetly as she stands too. “It’s called a honeypot, Lacey. And you played your part perfectly.”
“My part?” My face grows pale.
“Did you bring your things back with you or not?” She suddenly snaps. “Where’s your humidifier?”
“What?” I shake my head at her. “My humidifier? It’s still there. All of my things are still there.”
“Well, I need you to get it, Lacey,” Aunt Helen says tersely. “Right now.”
“Aunt Helen, what the hell is going on?”
“Go get your stuff you little bitch!” The intensity of her outburst has me backing away from her, slowly shaking my head. But she follows me. Her fake smile drops to reveal a scowl. “I need you to go get that goddamn humidifier and bring it back here, Lacey!” She barks. “The future of your family depends on it.”
“No,” I shake my head. “Not until you tell me what the hell is going—Aunt Helen!” I scream and duck as she suddenly picks up the lamp on my bedside table and throws it at me. Fear and panic explode through me, and I scream as I run from my room. Helen’s yelling and cursing me as she runs after me, and my heart races as I run down the stairs. “Aunt Helen! Stop it! Stop it, please!”
