Page 3 of Deceitful Dreams

I bite my lip, wanting to smile at the fact that he thinks I’m hurt I didn’t attend my mother’s wedding. I thought nothing of her sudden elopement. But I want to know why he was willing to marry her, like what was it about my mother that he said okay, let’s tie ourselves to each other? “Well at least it’s memorable.”

He grunts, effectively ending the conversation and turning the music back up.

Chapter Two

Wyatt

If I had known that Mary’s daughter was an absolute smoke show, I would’ve never forced myself to tag along on this trip. My knuckles tighten over the steering wheel as she shifts in her seat again, the tiny shorts she has on sliding further up her tanned bare thighs. When I got to Sophie’s apartment this morning, my heart dropped into my stomach the second the door swung open.

The mess of dark hair piled on her head and dangling strands framing her face drew my attention to her big brown doe eyes that blinked at me in surprise. Her pink lips pursed, then dropped in confusion, letting me see how pouty they were. My cock instantly perked up in anticipation of pushing between them. Then I finally drug my eyes down her body and wished I hadn’t because I couldn’t believe she was real. The spandex shorts showed off every curve of her ass and hips, making my hands itch to grab them. Her tank top was glued to her chest, parading the mounds that would be a perfect palmful if I cupped them.

“You need me to stop so we can stretch out a bit?” I ask her, trying to expel the inappropriate thoughts I’m having about my step-daughter.

She startles and glances at me before looking away with a slight hint of blush on her cheeks. “No, it’s okay. I’m just not used to driving this long.”

Spotting a sign for an upcoming truck stop, I signal to move over lanes.

“I could use the stretch,” I tell her to appease any guilt she may have about pulling over. It wouldn’t hurt to top up on some gas as well. The nice thing about truck stops are the accommodations inside the buildings, and the variety of options is larger than a normal gas station.

I pull next to a pump and park. Getting out of the car, I glance at the number.

“Let’s grab some snacks, and I’ll pay inside,” I tell Sophie as she climbs out of the car. She nods and walks next to me across the parking lot.

“I’m gonna use the restroom real fast,” Sophie says, skipping to the back as I walk toward the food. We should load up on some snacks. I hadn’t thought about everything we might need on the drive, a little worried I would not make it from the airport before she left.

Browsing the aisles of candy and chips, I turn to the next one and stop short at the multiple boxes of condoms hanging. I shouldn’t be affected by seeing them, but my cock jerks at the thought of buying one just in case. Just in case what? I’m not sure, so I shake my head and walk past them.

It wasn’t like I was planning to have sex during this trip, I couldn’t. Not only because I have a wife at home, but because the only woman with me is my wife’s daughter. And that is never happening between us.

Grabbing a few chips, some jerky and a couple bags of gummy candy, I head to the coolers to grab a couple bottles of water when I hear her nervous laugh.

“Like I said. I’m here with my boyfriend.”

The skin on the back of my neck prickles. I move faster into the next aisle. Sophie stands with her arms crossed, and a large man looms over her. He’s a few inches taller than her, his stained t-shirt stretched over his potbelly and he pulls at the waistband of his dirty jeans as he chuckles at her. The man sniffs, wiping at his nose and adjusting his ball cap.

“I know a goddamn lot lizard when I see ‘em, dressed like all that,” he grunts out, his eyes dragging down her body.

I stuff the snacks on the shelf and hurry behind Sophie, pulling her into my chest. My hand rests on her toned stomach, squeezing her against me. “I believe my girlfriend said to back the fuck off.”

She relaxes into me, her head resting on my shoulder and her hand wraps around my forearm. His face twists, his lip curling in annoyance. “Whatever. Maybe your girl shouldn’t dress like a goddamn whore.”

I move to step around Sophie, but her nails dig into my arm.

“Come on, baby. Let’s leave this disgusting pig to his hand while you fuck my tight pussy full of your cum,” she purrs.

My cock hardens, and I don’t even care if she can feel it against her back because her words have rendered me speechless. I want to do exactly that, but I can’t. This is all pretend. I’m not her boyfriend. And now the image of bending her over the hood of the car and fucking her won’t disappear.

Sophie pulls at my arm, turning me away from the man standing in equal shock, and I push her gently the way I came from. I pick up the snacks I had dropped in my haste as she smiles at my loot.

“Oh my god. I love Swedish Fish. Oh! Can I get a cherry slushie?” she asks, jumping in excitement. My eyes strain to look at her bouncy breasts, but I stare at her face and nod. I stay by her side as we grab a few more things and pay, neither of us mentioning what happened. Sophie carries the bag, tossing it onto her seat and moving to stand next to me as I set up the gas pump.

I can’t look away as her plump lips wrap around the straw, her cheeks hollowing as she drinks the red slushie. My cock jerks in my joggers, imagining she’s sucking him instead. Turning back to the gas handle, I realize I need to adjust myself to a more comfortable position if I have to drive with a vixen like that next to me.

“We probably have a few more hours of drive time before we have to decide if we want to stop for the night or we can attempt to switch,” I say.

Her nose wrinkles and she blinks up at me, her big doe eyes widening. “Like I drive during the night while you sleep?”

I shrug. “If you feel up to it. Or we can grab a room for the night.”

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