by K. Webster
“For how long?” Caleb demands.
Jake walks over to him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“The night I found you two having sex,” I admit. “I ran off crying and ended up in your dad’s bed.”
“One thing led to another and—” Miles starts but Caleb shuts him down.
“You fucked my girlfriend?”
“Because you were fucking Jake,” I remind him, my voice no longer friendly.
“This is more than just sex,” Miles snaps, his shoulders squaring.
“Apparently,” Caleb retorts.
Ignoring his son’s sour words, Miles stalks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I slide next to him so he can put his arm around me. Caleb’s jaw clenches as he watches us.
“I love Olivia,” Miles tells his son, his words vulnerable and soft. My heart ceases to beat. Then, he turns and cups my cheek with his large palm. “I love you, damsel.”
Caleb releases a sharp breath. “Wow.” He turns and stalks out of the room. Jake regards us with a shit-eating grin. “For what it’s worth,” he says, “I think it’s pretty awesome.” He gives us a faux salute before trotting off after Caleb.
“That could have gone better,” Miles grumbles.
I turn to face him and kiss his soft lips, reveling in the way his beard scratches me. “It could have gone worse.”
He smirks. “This is why I like you. Always glass half full with you.”
“Love, not like, villain,” I remind him with a grin. “And I love you and your glass half empty ways.”
* * *
“Great job, sweetheart,” Daddy praises as I clomp up the bleachers. My legs are on fire but I placed first in the quarter-mile dash. He pulls me to his side for a hug. My sister doesn’t get up to hug me though. Despite having torn her hamstring two months ago, Sophia is still in a lot of pain. She wears a perpetual scowl and has to use crutches to get around. I feel bad for my sister. For her birthday last week, she didn’t even want to do anything. Usually, she’s all about the birthdays.
As Daddy babbles on about the meet, I scan the stands until I lock eyes with Miles. It’s been a few weeks since Caleb walked in on our role play session. For several days, he gave us the cold shoulder. Then, one day, he was back to the Caleb I know and love. He just accepted it. Once that happened, we spent a lot more time together the four of us. It’s been nice.
Miles’s gaze is heated as he undresses me with one penetrating stare. My track uniform is fitted and shows every curve. I hate how I’ve gained some weight lately. Since Miles and I spend so much time together, I spend less time working out and more time eating with him. I’m surprised I placed today because I thought I was going to die. He kept me up way too late working my muscles.
“Honey?”
I’m dragged from Miles’s penetrating gaze to stare at my father who looks at me with concern. “Mmm?”
“I thought we could go for pizza after this,” he suggests. “What do you think, Soph?”
My sister shrugs her shoulders and glares off into the distance.
“Pizza sounds good, Daddy.” I glance at Miles again. He’s talking to Drew and Caleb but his gaze follows me. “Maybe we could invite some friends?”
“Of course,” he agrees with a grin.
I wave Miles over. The three of them trot down the steps. When they near, Daddy stares at them with narrowed eyes. I’d told him I broke up with Caleb a while back and that we were still friends but my overprotective father stares at my ex as if he’d like to throttle him.
“Daddy, this is Caleb and his dad, Miles Reynolds,” I introduce.
Caleb gives my dad a friendly wave. Miles offers his hand.
“You’re the one who owns that club downtown?” Daddy asks, his tone hard.
I wince and shoot Miles an apologetic look.
“I do, Judge Rowe.”
Daddy’s shoulders relax and he gets that smug look he wears so well. “I see you’ve heard of me.”
Miles laughs. “I have.”
“Please, call me Max. Who’s this?” my dad asks.
Miles pats Drew on the back. “This is my best friend, Drew. He owns a physical therapy clinic.” This piques my dad’s interest because he shakes Drew’s hand more enthusiastically than he had Miles’s.
“Are you taking on any clients?”
Drew assesses Sophia. “I’m full but I can always make room. Your daughter?”
“Yeah. Tore her hamstring playing softball. She’s out for the season.” He leans in and murmurs, “She’s gone through three physical therapists this week. I don’t think she’s ready to work past this but I’m afraid if she doesn’t, she’ll never get better. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.”
Drew gives him a nod before walking over to introduce himself to my sister. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen for a moment as she takes in his handsome appearance.
Daddy is cheerful when he chirps, “You guys up for some pizza?”
* * *
“He’s going to kill me,” Miles murmurs as his palm rubs along my bare thigh under the table. Daddy and Drew are babbling about college basketball while Jake and Caleb keep throwing in their two cents. Sophia stares off into the restaurant with her jaw clenched and a frown playing at her pretty features. This means Miles and I are practically in our own little world.
“Why?”
His pinky inches under the hem of my shorts. “Because I’m going to finger his daughter right in front of him,” he says lowly.
His features are impassive as he casually picks up his Pepsi with the hand that’s not making me hot. Daddy didn’t seem to think it weird that I sat beside Miles. He’s been so far up Drew’s ass since he met him that he’s hardly spoken to anyone else.
Miles leans in and whispers, “Spread your legs.”
I gasp before sliding my knees farther apart. When my knee bumps against Jake’s he flashes me a grin and then starts arguing with Caleb about some famous basketball player’s stats. I keep scanning everyone at the table to make sure nobody notices what Miles is doing to me. He manages to wiggle his finger beneath my panties and strokes my clit. I make a strangled sound before grabbing my water. Sucking it down, I try not to focus on the expert way Miles massages me in front of everyone.
“Feel good, damsel?” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to put my finger inside you with your dad just two feet away?”
“Y-yes.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when he slides a finger deep inside me. His hand rubs against my clit while his finger fucks me. My legs quiver with pleasure and I wonder if I’ll be able to keep quiet when he brings me to orgasm.
“Do you know Dane Alexander?” Daddy asks Miles.
Without losing stride, Miles continues to play with my pussy while he chats easily with my dad. “Attorney? Yeah, he comes into the club sometimes.”
Daddy smirks. “Thought so. He’s my best friend. We go back to our college days. Where’d you go to college?”
They drone on but all I can do is focus on the way he pleasures me so boldly in front of everyone. My body jolts when I come and I play it off as excitement that the pizza is arriving. Talk about timing. Slowly, Miles pulls his finger from me. The wink he gives me is downright sinful.
Once the server drops the pizza off, Miles snags a piece and then makes a show of licking his finger. “I like the sauce,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” Jake agrees which makes me snort.
Everyone chats easily as we eat. I lose interest pretty quickly though because all I can think about is Miles and his fingers.
“I need to take a call,” Miles says before scooting out of the booth. He saunters off and disappears around the corner. I’m still staring
after him when my phone buzzes.
Villain: Meet me in the men’s bathroom.
I bite my lip and glance around. Nobody seems to hear or care when I announce I need to go to the restroom. My legs feel like jelly as I all but stumble to get to my man. I’ve barely pushed through the door when I’m hauled into a stall. Miles tears at my shorts and manages to peel them down my thighs along with my soaked panties. He keeps me writhing with need any time I’m with him.
“You were beautiful when you ran today,” he praises, his tongue dragging a trail from my ear down along my throat. “Each time those titties bounced, my cock did too. I have a new fantasy, baby. I want to fuck your big tits soon. You’d be so pretty wearing my pearl necklace.”
I laugh and start to tease him but then he’s pushing the head of his cock against my entrance. With a hard thrust, he drives all the way into me, causing me to moan loudly. My palms grip the upper ledge of the stall so I keep from falling while he fucks me hard. His fingers are once again owning my clit as he brings my body unmeasurable pleasure.
“Ahh!” I cry out, my knees buckling the moment an orgasm shudders through me.
Miles holds me up as his cock throbs its release into me. We’re both still lost in the moment when the bathroom door creaks open. He stills from behind me.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Drew grunts in a dry tone.
Miles pulls out and his come races down my thigh past my knee.
“But you might need to hide because Max was on his way to the bathroom when he got stopped by a lady who knows him.” Drew laughs. “You have like thirty seconds to figure this out.”
Miles quickly sits on the toilet and tugs me toward him. “Sit on my lap.”
Drew snorts as he takes a piss.
I straddle him and have just wrapped my legs around his waist when the door creaks open again.
“The women around here are ruthless,” Daddy complains as he saunters into the bathroom. Soon, he’s chatting with Drew about some mutual friends of theirs while they do their business. I’m distracted because Miles is once again massaging me in that way that makes me crazy. His dick is hard between us, so he lifts me by my hips and guides me down over his still-wet length.
“Miles?” Daddy hollers. “Is that you in there? I just ran into Celia Stephens. She said she goes to your club a lot. Maybe I should check it out...”
I cringe at that thought.
“You should,” Miles says, his voice light. “I think you’d like it.” His eyes are on mine as he controls my hips, letting me know how fast to fuck him. It’s dirty what we’re doing but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.
“I will. Caleb did well on the high jump,” Daddy chirps. I can hear him washing his hands. I wish he’d just leave already.
“He does well at everything he does,” Miles says, pride shining in his voice.
Daddy agrees and then he and Drew step out. Once it’s silent, Miles flashes me an evil grin. “I’m taking your ass tonight.”
I gape at him. “What?”
“Tonight. My dick. Your ass.” He smirks at me.
Chapter Twelve
Miles
Three months later
I check my phone for the millionth time.
Nothing.
No phone call or texts.
Silence.
Unease creeps its way through me. It isn’t like Olivia to ignore me. Ever since we started exclusively seeing each other, we’ve been glued together every waking moment. Her dad even let her go off with “friends” for spring break.
What that meant was I got to spend an entire uninterrupted week with my girl. An entire week where we played house. She slept in my bed, cooked me dinners, and I rewarded her with unimaginable pleasure. And I wasn’t even surprised in the least when my girl took to anal like a champ. My thoughts drift to the night she let me try it for the first time.
“I’m scared.”
My dick is aching and ready to push into her but I’m not an asshole. I stroke her creamy ass before giving her a love pat. “We don’t have to do this now. You know that. I’m a fan of this perfect pussy.” When I rub my dick along her slit, she whimpers. “Where do you want me, beautiful?”
She looks over her shoulder at me and bites on her bottom lip. “There. I want you there.”
Smirking, I run my thumb across the puckered hole of her ass. “Here?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Just go slow.”
I grip my cock and begin breaching the tightest hole I’ve ever tried to put my dick into. Slowly, I ease into here, listening for cues that she might be in pain. When she pushes against me so that I’ll slide farther into her, I let out a groan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I bite out. “This feels too damn good. Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head but she’s fisted the sheets and her knuckles are white.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” I want to pound into her but for now I settle for having my dick deep inside her. Soon. We’ll work up to it eventually.
“I,” she utters. “It feels weird. Burns but no worse than the toy. Just feels different.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” she mutters. “I want you to go. Move inside me.”
Her words make my cock twitch inside her. I grip her hips and thrust into her in a gentle way. Soon, she begins moving with me.
“Touch your clit,” I order.
“So bossy,” she groans.
I pick up my pace. The pleasure pulsating through me is intense. Anal is a favorite of mine and I hope to hell it will become a favorite of hers too.
“Faster,” she instructs. “And slap my ass.”
I laugh as I smack her pale flesh. “Who’s the bossy one now?”
My smile quickly falls as worry niggles through me.
Why the fuck is she not replying?
Images of her hurt in a car accident or kidnapped flit through my mind. It’s terrifying enough that I snag my keys up and decide to go to her house. I’ve dropped her off plenty of times but I’ve never gone inside. She’s still adamant about keeping our relationship a secret from her father. The closer it gets to graduation, the more eager I am for her to tell him. I hate secrets.
I quickly text Caleb.
Have you seen Olivia today?
She hasn’t been here all day. Last time I talked to her was at yesterday’s track meet. She seemed pale and shaky. Is everything okay?
Scrubbing my face, I tap out my reply.
It’s fine.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later when I pull up to her house, I’m elated to find her car parked in the drive. But since it’s a school day, I’m worried. Olivia never misses school. I pound and pound on the door but nobody answers. With a huff of frustration, I twist the knob and am happy to discover it’s unlocked. Her house is unfamiliar to me but I weave through the rooms until I find the stairs.
“Olivia,” I call out.
I storm up the stairs and push doors open left and right. When I open a door and recognize her scent, I shove through it. She’s curled up in the middle of the bed.
She is fucking pale.
“Baby,” I murmur as I crawl in beside her and sling my arm around her. “Are you sick?”
She nods and then whimpers. “I can’t move but I think I might throw up again.”
Worry washes over me. Her skin is pasty white and she is cool to the touch. I hate how weak she sounds.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” I say as I scoop her light body into my arms.
She curls up against me but doesn’t respond which scares the ever living hell out of me. I storm downstairs and load her into the car. On the way to the hospital, I find Judge Rowe’s n
umber and dial.
“Judge Rowe’s office,” an old lady chirps.
“I need to speak to Max,” I bark out.
Olivia whimpers and my hand instinctively reaches out to caress her thigh.
“Sir, he’s in court and—”
“I’m taking Olivia to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” I snap.
She changes her tone really quick. “I’ll get him on his cell.”
I’m in a zone as I carry her into the emergency room. Not long later, they’re wheeling her away from me on a gurney and asking me to wait until they’ve had a chance to assess her.
Twenty minutes later, Max comes storming in, terror in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? How is she?” he demands, running his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair.
“I don’t know.”
“Did she call you?” he asks, the stress in his expression aging him a bit.
“Yeah,” I lie. I don’t want to get into it that I’m fucking his daughter and have been for months. Not right now. “When I went to check on her, she was pale and lifeless.”
He scrubs at his hair. “Her mother, Anastasia, died of pancreatic cancer. So help me if my daughter...” he trails off as a strangled sound escapes him. My heart is thundering in my chest. God wouldn’t finally give me the perfect woman just to take her away, right?
I want to assure him—assure us both—that it’s nothing but I saw how weak and lethargic she was. She frankly scared the shit out of me. We’re both brooding some time later when a dark-haired older nurse comes striding over to us.
“Mr. Reynolds?”
I dart over to her but Max barks out behind me. “And I’m her father.”
“I’m Nurse Prince. Call me Judy,” she greets. “Miss Rowe was asking for Mr. Reynolds but you can come in too, sir.”
We fall into step behind her. I don’t miss the way Max keeps glaring my way. Normally, I might back off and let him deal with his daughter alone but I need to fucking see her to make sure she’s okay.
The nurse pushes past a curtain. Olivia is lying back in the bed with an IV attached to her arm. The usual rosy color in her cheeks has returned, thank fuck.
“Miles,” she croaks.
