I shrug my shoulders. “It just doesn’t feel right.”
Noreen nods.
“Yes, but it’s okay to move on,” she encourages. “Lenny would want you to be happy. I know you guys didn’t have the most satisfying marriage, but he would want the best for you. Remember, I knew him too. We go back as friends, and Lenny wouldn’t want you to shrivel up and die.”
I nod.
“I know, it’s just that … well, it seems like it’s still too soon.”
Noreen shoots me a glance.
“It’s been two years. You were only married for about that long.”
“I know, it’s just that …”
I trail off and we’re silent for a moment. Noreen knows about his depression, but she was a good friend. She never tuned him out, and was always trying to help in her own way.
“Hey,” she blurts out, ending the silence abruptly. “What about Cave?”
I furrow my brows and scrunch my nose in confusion. “What about him?”
“You should date him.”
My eyes widen at her suggestion, but my pulse begins to race at the thought of Cave and I together, kissing and making love like a normal couple does. I squirm in my seat as my body gets hot from these dirty thoughts. I bolt upright on the couch. “What are you talking about, Noreen? Are you crazy? He’s my father-in-law. We’re related!”
She shakes her head.
“Not anymore, girlfriend. I know it sounds taboo, but he’s your ex-father in law. He used to be related to you, but not anymore. So why shouldn’t you date him? You’re single. He’s single. Your marriage to Lenny was barely even a marriage, anyway. I say you go for it.”
Noreen knows about our lack of physical intimacy, but I can’t go there.
“No way,” I blurt. “That’s just too wild for me.”
But now, my friend is on a roll.
“No, this is exactly what you need, Holly,” she says in an excited voice. “You need some wild in your life. I’m not saying that you have to get married or anything. You don’t even have to have a long-term relationship because he lives in Dallas. But you need something, and obviously, Cave isn’t a virgin, so I’m pretty sure he can help you out in that department.”
She gives me a wink and I flush a deep red.
“That’s so inappropriate, Noreen. Oh my god, he has no idea that his son and I never did it. What father wants to know that? Besides, even if I wanted to, I doubt he would go for a girl like me.”
My friend sits forward.
“A girl like you?” she questions, gripping both of my hands. “You’re beautiful, Holly. Absolutely gorgeous. You have killer curves that make for a bodacious bod. You have a charming smile and an amazing heart. Don’t ever think you’re not special, Holly. Cave would be lucky to have someone like you.”
I smile at her and open my mouth to express my gratitude for her endearing speech, but she beats me to it and adds, “Plus, he definitely likes you.”
What? My heart begins racing.
“Why do you say that?” I ask in as normal of a voice that I can muster. Seeing Cave yesterday brought back so many feelings that I stifled while I was with Lenny. My father in law is ungodly gorgeous, and when I saw him at the restaurant, my center began to throb with need and lust. It was so wrong, sitting across from the diner while lusting after the man, but it is what it is.
Meanwhile, Noreen continues.
“He always looks at you in a weird way,” she explains. “Like you’re his prey and he’s the predator.”
I blush and my cheeks turn bright red, burning with internal embarrassment. Oh my god. If only Noreen knew what I did with his picture the other night. How I touched myself while imagining his strong hands all over me. How I practically started humping the picture frame, but stopped myself because Greta and Lenny were in the photograph too. God, it would be scandalous, and yet I feel so happy knowing that someone else has noticed my filthy father in law’s irresistible attraction to me.
4
Cave
* * *
My heart sinks to my stomach when I see Holly’s name flashing on my phone. I stand in my hotel room, towel hanging low around my waist and beads of water trembling on my bare chest from my shower. I fight the urge to pick it up immediately. I want to hear her angelic voice filter through the receiver, but I know these feelings are wrong.
But I can’t resist. After a few moments, I grab the vibrating gadget, my heart thumping against my ribcage. I lick my lips as I re-read Holly’s name on the screen, her curvy body and seductive lips flashing through my mind. I wonder how she looks nude, her milky breasts bare and her wide hips swaying back and forth as she walks toward me…
Answer the phone, Cave, I think to myself. Stop thinking about your daughter-in-law’s naked body and act like a decent man.
If it were only that easy.
I hit the green button on my phone and answer her phone call.
“Hello?” I manage in a neutral tone.
“Hi Cave!” Holly greets. Her tone is sweet and melodic, and immediately warmth floods my body. “How are you?”
“I’m alright. Just trying to get the ball rolling on Lenny’s Lights,” I reply, undoing my towel from my waist and letting it fall to the carpeted floor in a pool of scratchy fabric. Now completely nude, I collapse onto the bed and lay flat on my back, phone to my ear and legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Of course, my daughter in law has no idea that I’m completely undressed. “How about you, sweetheart?”
“I’m doing great,” she says and by the gleeful tone in her voice, I can tell that she’s telling the truth. It makes me incredibly happy that Holly’s cheerful because she deserves it. After being married to my son, the curvy girl deserves light and laughter in her life. “I’m really glad you’re here to bring Lenny’s Lights to Colorado Springs,” she continues. “I’ve missed you.”
My heart jumps at her words, my body humming with repressed energy. She missed me? I bite my lip, my other hand rubbing my skull as I think of what to say. I’ve missed Holly too, more than I’m willing to let on. I’ve thought about her curves endlessly, and her beautiful, bright smile is always on my mind. There are times when she’s gotten me so worked up and hot that I had to excuse myself for the men’s bathroom at work.
But where is this going? No man should have these rancid thoughts, and especially not about their daughter in law. I sigh, releasing my bottom lip from my teeth and settle for a neutral response instead of the dirty one I want to share with her. “I’m glad you’ve been well, too.”
“Good!” she giggles. “But I wanted to see if you’re free? Lenny’s Lights is really amazing, and I wanted to run some ideas by you. Do you want to swing by for lunch this afternoon? We can talk about it then.”
I freeze. The thought of being alone with Holly is utterly tempting. She’s so beautiful, so irresistible, and also incredibly seductive and sexy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. In the past, it required a lot of self-control to be alone with my daughter-in-law because my hands were always itching to touch her waist and to smack that big, luscious ass. It was like this when she and my son were students at Colorado State, and continued unabated, even after they were married. I don’t know if I have that same self-control in me anymore, especially since she’s single now.
“Come on,” Holly teases into the phone, her voice almost a purr. “I make a killer lasagna with ground beef and eggplant. You’ll love it!”
The sound of her melodious tones arouse me and I grind my teeth, closing my eyes and imagining all of the filthy things I want to do with that lasagna and her naked form. What the hell? This is getting perverted, but my body reacts accordingly and my member hardens in an instant. I know I’m getting myself into some serious trouble, but I can’t help myself. A delicious meal with the woman of my dreams?
I say yes.
I knock on the wooden door I helped Lenny paint about three years ago when he and Holly first moved into the house. It’s a bright red color
and I remember thinking that Holly must have chosen it. It’s so vibrant and cheery, so full of life and welcoming too. Now, it’s beaten down, chipped and faded. I frown. Does she need help with maintenance? Despite the fact that I’m an executive these days, I’m pretty handy when it comes to home repairs. I can help out, if that’s what she needs.
Holly opens the door, looking breathtaking as usual. Her curly hair is getting longer, the strands now waving past her shoulders. She wears a beautiful blue dress, which is tight in a demure way, hugging her curves and her hips while flashing a bit of long, smooth leg. She has little to no makeup on, and her lips are a natural light pink, begging to be kissed.
She’s simply gorgeous.
“Hi Cave,” she says, her cheeks blushing slightly. “How are you?”
Unconsciously, her eyes scan my broad chest and strong shoulders underneath my long sleeve button-down shirt, the blue material complementing my bronze skin and matching my eyes. The air between us is electric, and I realize that I need her badly.
“I’m good, thanks,” I reply in a deep voice. “You look beautiful, honey, as always. Also, remind me to re-paint this door for you.”
She gives me a nod and shy smile along with a quiet “thank you” before stepping aside to let me into her home. I haven’t stepped foot in this home since Lenny passed away and my heart rate speeds up as I place a foot across the threshold. I expect a thousand memories to come flooding back into my mind, but oddly, it doesn’t happen.
Holly has re-done the living room, and I don’t see Lenny anywhere. There are no longer any pictures of my son, and his belongings aren’t strewn about. His gaming console is gone, along with the drum set that he liked to use sometimes. Now, this home is all Holly and it’s feminine, welcoming and comfortable.
Holly notices me standing near the door and surveying the living room, my eyes poring over every nook and cranny. She nods and says, “I had to put some of his things in storage. I hope you don’t mind. It was unbearable to look at. I needed to move on and his stuff not being here has helped a lot. Are you angry?”
Truthfully, no. I’m actually relieved to see that Holly is taking steps in the right direction, that she’s trying to help herself and to heal the gaping wound that my son’s death left in her heart. I look at her as she stands on the side of me, looking so demure and innocent with her hands clasped in front of her. I smile again, and her shoulders drop a bit in relief.
“No, I’m not angry. I’m proud of you, Holly. That’s a sign of a strong woman.”
She blushes again and shrugs slightly.
“It was time. I still miss him though.”
I nod my head and she gestures to the kitchen. I follow her into the run-down kitchen and gape at its shabby state. The wooden cabinets are cracked and yellowing and the grout between each tile is almost completely gone. The fridge is extremely loud and is making a puttering sound, almost like someone’s trying to start a car with a dead battery. Holly shrugs her shoulders when she notes me taking a look around the dilapidated room.
“It’s all I have for now.”
I shake my head. “Lenny wasn’t good around the house, hmm? Remind me to fix this up for you.”
“No, no,” she rejects my offer. “You can’t just fix everything up for me, Cave. I’ll hire someone. A professional.”
I shake my head.
“Of course I can. Someone has to take care of you, right? And now, that someone is going to be me. I’m going to look out for you in any and every way that you need because you were so good to him while you were together.”
She bites her lip, unsure. Lenny is still here with us, and we’re tiptoeing around each other, even if the attraction is strong. Yet, this is right. It would do no good to banish Lenny altogether because he’s the reason we know one another. He’s the reason I’m here, and he’s the reason I’ve been given this second chance.
But then, Holly turns and smiles, opening the fridge and grabbing some packages of meat. “I was thinking that we could grill outside and have some burgers? I know I promised lasagna, but it turns out that I don’t have the right-sized pasta sheets. Is that okay? I know it’s a little chilly, but it’s still warm enough to grill.”
“That sounds great,” I reply unhesitatingly, taking the packages from her hands. “I’ll do the grilling.”
The curvy girl immediately follows me, blushing once more. “Cave, you don’t have to do all the work. It’s my job—”
I turn around and she runs right into my hard chest, her entire body smashed against mine. Her breasts brush against my midsection and I stiffen in response, clenching my jaw to keep myself under control. If I didn’t have meat in my hands, I would be all over her curves, sampling them in every way imaginable.
“What did I say, Holls?” I manage. She looks up at me from between her eyelashes, breathing hard. “I’m the man that’s going to take care of you now. It’s not work. It’s my duty.”
“But you really don’t have to, Cave. It’s okay, I’m fine.”
I shake my head.
“No, you’re not fine. You need a man around here,” I say, nodding to the dilapidated kitchen, and then at the grill outside. “I’ll take care of it,” I say simply. “It’s no trouble.”
She begins to protest again.
“No, no, it’s okay …”
But then, I take matters into my own hands. Resisting our mutual attraction is futile, and I step close to Holly before seizing her lips with my own. She’s surprised, jolting a bit, but then she melts against my mouth, surrendering sweetly. Only then do I let my lips graze her ear as I snake my tongue out and flick it over her sensitive ear lobe. She shivers as I whisper, “It is completely necessary, sweetheart. Don’t you know? You’re mine now.”
Without another word, I kiss her again, the meaning of my words clear.
5
Holly
* * *
Did Cave Pierce just kiss me? Did my father in law just make me melt against him, my sex growing hot and wet as he assumed the role of alpha male?
And did I just like it?
Hell, yes. Actually, I loved it. I loved it so much that I’m still standing in my kitchen trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. My insides tingle with desire and need, my body trembling like a junkie craving another fix. I need this man, this much is clear.
Of course, Cave seems perfectly relaxed. After kissing me, he fired up the grill and shot me a grin.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he asked with a knowing smile. I could only gape at him before going into the kitchen, allegedly to get the sides. Now, Cave’s been outside for a few minutes and I can hear the sizzling of the meat hitting the hot grill, but I’m too stunned and turned on to even move.
My father-in-law just kissed me and I loved it. I want more of it. I need more of it.
I try to justify things in my mind. According to Noreen, he isn’t technically my father-in-law anymore. Lenny passed away two years ago and I’ve been alone since then. Is Noreen right? What are a few technicalities, right? Should I just give into temptation and surrender to Cave? It feels so wrong and so incredibly immoral, but there’s something naughty and fulfilling at the prospect of being with my father in law. Cave draws me to him, like a moth to flame, and now, I yearn for his touch and the taste of his lips.
My hands shake as I reach for my hair, wrapping a curl around my finger. I twist while I think, pondering what I should do. Cave is clearly an alpha male, and able to take care of my needs. He doesn’t just know his way around a house; he also knows his way around a woman’s body, I’m sure. Plus, I crave physical touch and intimacy right now. I can’t remember the last time a guy even looked at me, let alone took my hand in even a platonic way. There’s a gaping hole in my life, and the ache that grows stronger with each passing minute.
Cave could fill it. He could make me a woman again. My pussy moistens, and suddenly, I know. Technicalities, legalities, and moralities be damned. I want this, and I’m a fully-grown wom
an who can ask for what she needs. I square my shoulders and saunter out of the house, feeling uneasy but also excited at the same time. My body hums and my nipples feel tight. Is this really happening?
When I step out onto the deck, Cave doesn’t hear me. He continues to grill, flipping patties and putting the cooked burgers on a side plate. I sit there and watch him, his broad back with the muscles working beneath his shirt. His ass is delicious and I lick my lips like a female predator lying in wait. Finally, Cave maneuvers the last cooked burger to the side and places it on the plate. Just as he’s about to pick it up and come inside, he spots me and halts.
He raises an eyebrow as we stand there, wordlessly looking at one another. I’m sure he can tell that I’m aroused. My nipples are poking through my dress now, and my cheeks are flushed. My eyes are big with the pupils dilated, and I’m leaning in his direction, pulled towards his masculinity.
“Holly,” he breathes.
I touch my thigh and curl my fingertips around the soft material of my dress, slowly lifting the fabric up my leg without breaking eye contact. His blue eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the length of creamy thigh and then come back up to meet mine, darkened with desire.
When my entire leg is exposed and my black, lacy panties are nearly in view, I see his member stiffen underneath his pants. He’s so big that it practically wraps around his waist, and my core throbs with want. Smiling coyly, I decide to make the next move. I release my dress, stepping back inside of the home. He remains on the deck with his eyes fixed on me through the glass sliding door, and I unzip the back of my dress before letting the fabric fall to my feet. Now, I’m wearing only my bra and panties in addition to my high-heeled sandals.
“Cave,” I coo, walking backwards into the house. “Do you like what you see?”
His expression goes hungry as the erection in his pants gets bigger. A giggle escapes my lips as I stride further into the home, but just as I reach the living room, he moves. Suddenly, the alpha male’s not out on the deck anymore. Instead, he’s right in front of me, those blue eyes burning. A big hand grabs my waist and spins me around, pressing my nearly nude form against his clothed body. He practically growls as his hands grip my waist ferociously, like an animal ready to devour its meal.
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