Page 8 of Wet Summer

He slides his hand into my hair and tugs it tight. “That’s right. I’m trying to breed that pussy. Your momma’s not going to like me now. I’ve got her daughter trapped in my house fucking her bare unprotected pussy, getting it ready to have my babies. You’re going to give me what I want. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy is going to be mad.”

“That’s okay. Because you’re a bad girl, and I needed to punish you. You got the floor all wet and then acted like a brat. So, take that dick like a good girl.”

“Yes, please give it to me.” He bends down and sucks my breast into his mouth, and I get my second orgasm. That’s when he bites down softly before releasing it and roaring, pumping hard and fast, coming inside of me.

He pulled out, and there was a tinge of pink on his cock. “I never knew I liked the color pink before.” He grabs my face and slams his mouth on mine. “You did so good. Now, it’s time to shower and go to bed.”

I woke up and saw a message on my phone. Peter is on his way to get you. Be ready. He wants to spend some quality time with his favorite stepdaughter.

After the way Drake reacted the last time that I mentioned my stepfather, I doubt he’ll help. I have to do the only thing I can. I ran. Looking at the man who made me so happy, I whisper, “Please forgive me.”

As I made my way to the bus depot, I second-guessed my decision. Maybe I should have given Drake the benefit of the doubt. After all, what happened last night changed everything, and perhaps I had read things wrong the first night. Then, another message pops up from Peter himself. I can’t wait to see you. Panic takes over, and all rationale flees my brain. I stay the course and book my ticket. Being as far away from my mother is the safest thing in the world, even if it means losing the man I love.

Chapter Five

Drake

I woke up to find my wallet missing and my little stepsister gone as well. Thankfully, I told Sloane to keep tabs on her. She didn’t get far after knocking me out with her tight snatch and three orgasms.

“Where is she?” I snarl into the phone as I find my clothes, hoping to move fast as hell. There’s no way she’s getting away from me. After all these years, I know what I want, and it’s my little stepsister, who is a mix of tough and vulnerable, shy and sly.

“She went to the local DMV, and then she booked a ticket to Dallas, Texas.”

“Damn, she was really trying to get away from me.” Summer gave up her body and then ran. Although I wasn’t sure why she would. The woman was a mystery, and I hated puzzles, but I craved her.

“Well, she left your wallet in the foyer. She only took the cash.”

“She could have gotten farther with the cards.”

“Yeah, but I’m guessing she didn’t want to be tracked.”

“What time does her bus leave?”

“Two hours.”

“I’ll be there. Keep an eye on her and make sure no one goes near her, or she doesn’t flee.” I’m up and out of the house in minutes, taking my fastest vehicle to the station before she can get away.

My phone rings on the way, and I don’t want to answer my investigator. Still, I don’t want to miss what he has to say, so I take his call. “What do you have for me?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Son of a bitch. Is my father alive?”

“Yes, he is. Your stepmother can’t be pregnant. She had a hysterectomy five years ago.”

“What the fuck,” I roared.

“She’s playing your father like a fool.”

“I need to get him away from her, but I wonder what lies she’s going to tell him to keep him.”

“I’ve checked into several of the husbands and cross-referenced their phone records. He calls both women. Although only your new stepmother has conversations with him.” Is this the son of a bitch that wanted to violate my Summer?

“What’s his name?” I asked, grinding my teeth as I raced toward the station.

“Peter Scott. A Florida Yacht manufacturer. He’s wealthy and fifty-five.”

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