by K. Webster
I blink to keep tears from forming. “River’s boyfriend’s mom is sick. She wants me to come over tonight and help out with her. Can I go, Daddy?”
He smiles at me. “Of course, sweetheart. Make sure you’re home by one tomorrow. Soph has a game.”
I finish eating and then deposit my plate into the sink. One of my favorite things about Fridays is dinner with our dad. No matter what’s going on in our lives, we try to make time to cook dinner together. Daddy is in charge of the grill while Soph and I handle the sides. He said he and Mom used to love to cook together before cancer stole her from us. It’s something we do to feel closer to her.
I bound upstairs to pack a bag. I’m not sure why Caleb is lying to me. It hurts my feelings though. What if he knows I kissed his dad? Unease skitters down my spine as I toss some clothes into a backpack. It doesn’t take long to pack and then I’m frowning at my jeans and T-shirt. If Caleb does know, I need to distract him. I’ll explain to him that it was nothing. Something silly. A mistake.
But was it?
I ignore the stupid thought and walk into my large closet. It’s cool outside so I opt for an off the shoulder sweater dress. I pair it with some black knee-high boots and a funky teal belt. The material is tight over my breasts. Caleb will have a hard time keeping his eyes off my chest.
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of their massive home. Sure enough, cars line the streets. He had to have known I’d find out about this party.
What if it’s his dad’s party?
That makes a little more sense. But if that’s the case, I’m going to look really stupid just showing up. I sit in my car for a few moments before I make the decision. I’m going in. With a huff, I abandon my car and leave everything but my key fob inside. I storm across the lawn and pass two kids we go to school with who are smoking weed. Irritation floods through me. This is not his dad’s party.
I push through the front door. People are everywhere. All of them are people we know from school. A quick scan tells me he’s not here.
Tears are threatening as I stomp up the stairs. When Caleb has parties, the second floor is off limits. It’s quiet but something tells me I’ll find him there.
I’m headed for his room when someone steps out into the hallway. I smell him before I see him.
Miles Reynolds.
“Party’s downstairs,” he says in a husky voice.
I dart my eyes to his dark ones and frown. “Evidently, I wasn’t invited.”
Shock morphs his features. “Is that so?”
My lip wobbles and I bite it to keep from crying. His sharp gaze is watching my mouth and his nostrils flare.
“Yeah.” I look down at my feet. “Maybe he knows about our kiss.”
His finger touches under my chin and he lifts it to meet my gaze. The hardness in his eyes has softened. “He doesn’t know.”
“Then why didn’t he invite me?” I question, my voice a mere whisper.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair and closes his eyes as if he’s mentally struggling with something. “I have an idea.” Guilt flashes across his features.
“Is he with a girl?” I bite out.
His brows furl together. “Olivia...”
But I hear it in his voice. Caleb is with a girl right now. God, I am so stupid.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as I push past him.
His strong grip snags my bicep. “Don’t.”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “I need to see for myself. Please let me go.”
He drops my arm and I bolt down the hallway. His footsteps are heavy behind me as I make a beeline to Caleb’s room. When I near his door, Miles hangs back and rests his shoulder against the wall. I catch myself staring at him for a long moment. The suit he’s wearing seems as if it were made just for him. It hugs him in the shoulders and biceps but is tailored to fit his body perfectly. He almost looks silly—a wild man trying to be contained by a suit. One day, he’ll rip right through the suit when his animal is set free.
I shiver and turn back to the door. I’m about to knock but then I decide I’m going to catch him with this girl. So help me if it’s Lacy—
When I shove it open, I’m not fully prepared for what I see. Sex. Loud and rough. Jake’s ass flexes as he thrusts into Caleb from behind. They’re both so into it that they don’t notice me gaping at them. I’m frozen in horror. Miles grabs my wrist and pulls me from the room closing the door behind us.
“Olivia—”
I burst into tears and take off running down the hall. I just want to hide away to sort out what I just saw. My boyfriend is cheating on me with Jake. Each door I try is locked. I eventually find a door that opens and push through it. The room is dark and I fumble my way over to the bed before flinging myself on it. I curl up into a ball and cry.
Light shines in from the hallway but it soon darkens when the door is closed. Footsteps near me but I ignore who they belong to. I let out a squeak when the bed dips and a giant man pulls me against his chest. His kindness makes me sob harder.
“I’m sorry,” Miles murmurs, his fingers stroking through my hair. “I didn’t want you to see that. But...” He sighs. “You needed to.”
“How long has he been cheating on me?” I demand through my tears.
He pulls me tight against his chest. Miles Reynolds smells good—too good. I’m probably ruining his fancy suit with my snot and tears. “Long enough.”
“Before or after our kiss?”
His body stiffens. “Before.”
“You knew and didn’t tell me?” I screech and attempt to wriggle away.
He grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed as his weight shifts on top of mine. In the dark, I can’t see him but I feel every hard inch of him.
“It wasn’t my place,” he rumbles. The sound reverberates to my core. “Olivia, I’m sorry.”
His lips press against my cheek near my mouth. A quiet sob escapes me but is quickly silenced by his soft kiss. The wiry hairs of his beard scratch along my chin as he peppers kisses all over my mouth.
“I should have told you,” he murmurs. “I wanted to tell you.”
I part my lips because his mouth on mine feels good and I want him to kiss away the betrayal. His hands release my wrists and his kiss deepens. I moan when his tongue dances with mine. He cradles my cheek with his palm, his thumb rubbing back and forth along my flesh in a comforting manner.
“Jesus, Olivia,” he murmurs against my mouth before he nips at my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t be kissing you in my bed.”
I run my fingers through his hair. So soft. “Why not?”
“Because you’re my son’s girlfriend and—”
“Ex-girlfriend,” I spit, a tremor of fury rippling through me.
He slides off me and soon light from the lamp floods the room. Indecision flickers across his features. I swipe my tears away and sit up.
“Tell me about your rooms. The locked ones.”
His eyes widen and a smile tugs at his lips. “No.”
“Why not?” I argue, my anger squashing away my sadness.
“Because you’re just a little girl who can’t handle that shit.”
I glare at him. “Show me.”
“No.”
“Then take me to your club.”
“No.”
“Pussy.”
Chapter Four
Miles
This girl.
She’s been fucking with my head from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her tits are distracting as hell, that’s for damn sure. But it’s her mouth that steals my attention every time. When she’s smiling, it’s hot. When she’s running her pretty little mouth, it’s hot. Hell, it’s even hot when that fat bottom lip is trembling with sadness.
“Olivia.” I like saying her name. I like how it rolls off my tong
ue and caresses her.
“What’s wrong with me?” The fire in her green eyes dims and she picks at her nail.
I run my fingers through my hair and crack my neck. My buddy Drew would thump me upside the head if he were here right now. He hates when I do that shit. “Nothing is wrong with you.”
She lifts her chin. “How do I sign up?”
“Sign up for what?”
“Your club. The fetish rooms. The dating part of it. Whatever,” she huffs. “I want in. The guy said I was a ten. Ten is good.”
She has no fucking idea how good a ten is. It means she’s up for anything. And fuck if I don’t want to go exploring right down that list with her.
“If you don’t take me, I’ll go by myself,” she challenges.
The very idea of her waltzing through Club Orj-E, unsure and alone, like she did that night a couple of months ago has me seeing red. I’d seen how those men watched her every move. Some fucker would snag her up and have his dick inside of her before she knew what was happening. Over my dead body.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Miles,” she pleads. The sweet sound makes my cock ache.
I grit my teeth and shake my head. “You need to find another boy and move on with your life.”
“I’m not innocent,” she murmurs. Her green eyes darken. “I have urges.”
My cock strains against my slacks. “Stop talking, damsel.”
“Or what, villain?” she taunts. “You’ll teach me a lesson?”
Light blazes in her eyes and it’s fucking beautiful. Why, oh why, is my son’s girlfriend tempting me?
“You can’t handle my lessons,” I bite out. That’s the fucking truth. The things I would do to her are sinful and shameful. I’d break her.
She sits up on her knees and cocks her head to the side. “There’s something wrong with me. I can’t get off during normal sex. When I look at porn, I can’t look at vanilla. I get turned on by the bad stuff.” She bites her lips and her cheeks redden as if she’s ashamed. Sweet girl doesn’t know that she’s a walking dream come true.
“Olivia,” I plead. Once I cross the line with her, I won’t know how to stop. She’s practically dragging me across it.
“I...” she trails off and her nose scrunches. “I have fantasies about being held down.”
A possessive, animalistic sound tears through me as I place my palms on the bed and lean toward her. “You tell the wrong person that shit and they’ll hurt you.” She’s so fucking innocent. They’ll corrupt and hurt her.
“I think I want to be hurt,” she breathes, her wide green eyes locked on mine.
“Not by those people,” I seethe, barely containing my rage at the thought of other men taking advantage of her.
“Will you hurt me then?”
I close my eyes because I’m seconds away from mauling this sweet girl. My dick is hard and straining against my slacks. No matter how hard I’ve tried over the past couple of months, I can’t seem to get her out of my head. I’ve tried to fuck her out of my system with other women but nobody measures up to her.
I’m fucking obsessed.
“Miles,” she whispers, her fingers tentatively touching my beard.
When I reopen my eyes, she’s inches away from my face. Her scent invades me. Taunts me. Teases the fuck out of me.
“You have to stop,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
Her fingers leave my face and she unbuckles her belt around her waist. She tosses it off the bed and then reaches for the hem of her dress. I glare at her while watching her movements like a hawk. The dress gets slowly peeled away. A simple nude bra and panty set is all that stands between me and all of her.
“Olivia, sweetheart,” I say in a deadly tone. “You have to stop. I’ll destroy you.”
Her green eyes flicker at the threat. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look turned on. The minx reaches behind her to unhook her bra. As soon as it falls to the bed, I let out a groan of pleasure. Her tits are fucking perfect—round, tight, sweet bitable pink nipples. I’ve been with plenty of women, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had such young tits within kissing distance.
I’m going to ruin her.
If I touch her, I’ll ruin the way she views sex.
I like it rough and wild and dangerous.
No sweet sex for me.
* * *
Olivia Rowe, my son’s girlfriend, won’t survive one night with me.
“I think...” she trails off and frowns. “I think I want you to hold my mouth so I don’t scream. I want you to...to pin me down and fuck me hard.”
Jesus Christ.
“Olivia,” I plead again, my voice hardly more than a whisper.
She swallows and inches her panties down her thighs. As soon as her smooth pussy comes into view, I know I’m a goner. Her pussy is probably so tight it’ll strangle my cock. The thought of being balls deep inside her is enough to nearly have me coming in my pants.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper. My arms are shaking. I’ve kept my palms firmly planted on the bed but I’m overcome with the need to touch her.
She brings her slender arms to her ample chest to cover herself as she frowns. “Do you not want me?”
I stand upright and grab her wrists. Pulling her arms away so I can see her pretty tits again, I shake my head. “Damsel, I want you so bad it’s criminal. The things I want to do...”
“So do them.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to her breastbone just between the top of her full tits. Her heart races in her chest and I know it matches the cadence of my own. My lips have a mind of their own and what starts as a sweet peck quickly evolves. I kiss her soft flesh with my tongue and lips, much like I did when we kissed. The need to devour and claim her is overwhelming.
“These tits, goddammit,” I utter and tug at her breast with my teeth.
She moans and her fingers latch onto my hair. I slide my tongue along her skin until I find her pebbled nipple. My mouth surrounds it and I suck hard enough to have her crying out. Instead of moving away like a smart girl would, she pulls me closer.
“Miles,” she breathes, her voice sweet as honey.
Fuck.
I need her. All of her.
My palms agree and my hands are soon roaming all over her curvy body. When my fingers slip to her smooth pussy, she whimpers. I rub her clit with my longest finger while I nip at her perfect breasts. Strangled cries of pleasure escape her. Her body responds like a beautiful instrument—playing only for me. With every breath, every wiggle, every moan, I quickly learn what she likes. It doesn’t take but a minute of stroking her before she comes with a hard shudder. I love the way her entire body quakes with pleasure.
So fucking responsive.
“Ahh,” I murmur, my finger sliding past her clit to her drenched opening. “You liked that. Didn’t you?”
She nods and quivers in anticipation.
“I want to hear you. If we’re going to do this, I need to know you’re with me every step of the way.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
This is wrong on so many levels and yet I’m dying to do it anyway.
“I want you to put your finger inside me,” she whispers. “Please.”
My gaze darts to her hooded one. “You don’t have to ask so sweetly, damsel. I want you to demand what you want. I’ll give it to you. Whatever it is.”
“I...” she trails off and looks ashamed. “I want you to finger me but I also want you to bite me again.”
I push my finger deep inside her, reveling in how wet she is for me. Her breath hitches the moment I bite her breast again. The sounds coming from her are so fucking erotic as I finger her tight cunt. I’m amazed at how her perfect body seems to squeeze my finger. She’s going to f
eel so good wrapped around my cock.
“This,” I say as I graze the tip of my finger against the nub within her, “is your G-spot.”
“Ohhh.” Her moan is one of straight up pleasure as I rub that pleasure spot within her. Once I get her worked up there, I slide my thumb back to her clit. Simultaneously, I rub both spots at once. My sweet girl comes unglued.
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it,” I urge. “Come all over my fingers, beautiful.”
Her body jolts and seizes as her fingernails just about draw blood from my shoulders. I find her throat so I can suck on her creamy flesh. She comes hard with another shriek. I love how fucking noisy she is. I can’t wait to make her scream when my cock is buried deep inside her.
I leave my finger inside her, enjoying the way her cunt grips it with aftershocks from her orgasm. My lips find her earlobe and I tug on it with my teeth. “I don’t know if you can handle me.”
Her pussy clenches around my finger. “I like the idea of you being too much for me,” she breathes, her voice ragged. “I like feeling powerless while you take pleasure I didn’t know existed from me.”
So my girl—fuck yeah she’s mine—likes to talk dirty.
I slide my finger from her and poke her flat stomach with it. “We should have some boundaries,” I utter as I push away from her. “Otherwise, I’m going to get carried away and I’ll hurt you.”
Defiance glitters in her green eyes. “I can take it.”
My cock twitches at that thought—the idea of her enjoying the same twisted shit I do. “You can’t. Trust me.”
Chapter Five
Olivia
I’m still trembling from the back-to-back orgasms he gave me but anger is rising in my chest. Miles still sees me as if I’m this dumb child that doesn’t know what she wants. I’ve scoured the internet. I know exactly what I want. I’m just not brave enough to voice it aloud.
Ignoring his words, I reach forward and start unbuttoning his dress shirt. His heated gaze burns through me but I keep my focus on my task. Once I’ve opened his hard tattooed chest to me, I shove the material off his shoulders so I can fully view his naked chest.
