Page 22 of Dark & Deceitful

“Lily,” Dark grumbles and thrusts his hand out for his daughter to join him. “We’ll be in the living room whenever you two finish doing whatever the fuck this is.”

Following her father’s orders, Lily pecks my cheek and scrambles to join Dark. Her much smaller hand is consumed by his as they depart and shut the door in their wake.

I sigh.

Well, that could have gone worse.

Sunshine kisses the side of my neck and snuggles his nose there. “Morning, Sweets.”

My heart flutters.

“Morning.” I wiggle my butt against his morning wood. “Did you smuggle a banana into bed and didn’t tell me about it?”

His throaty morning laughter is music to my ears.

“No?” I faux gasp. “Then who’s sneaking bananas into our bed?”

Drawing me firmly against his body, Sunshine groans against my shoulder as his poor cock bucks. Being the sweetest man in existence, he doesn’t rut against me. He lets it throb, and when it twitches, I feel every movement, every flex, right against my ass, and damn if that doesn’t turn me on. Sex deprivation will do that to a lady.

Sunshine’s fingers trail from their home at my breast down to my bare stomach, where he draws circles around my belly button. Goosebumps break out across my body, and I shiver athis touch. “Sweets, we gotta get up,” his gravelly morning voice whispers against the back of my head.

“I know.” And I do, but it sucks because I fucking adore morning snuggles.

Dropping a quick kiss to my shoulder, Sunshine’s the first to roll away. Climbing out of his side of the bed, he rounds to mine, pulls the covers down, and offers me his hand. I clasp it in mine as he draws me from the comfy confines with a dismal groan. This is not how I wanted this morning to go. I wanted pillow talk and relaxation. Maybe a massage. Sunshine gives the best massages. Dark had to ruin our fun. Again.

Together, we enter the bathroom, where he pees with a hard-on, and I turn on the shower to commence our morning ritual. From beneath the bathroom vanity, I collect his toiletries and set the caddy on the floor in the shower stall. Once he’s done, Sunshine strips down to nothing, and I get an eyeful of all that is him—big, thick cock, heavy balls, and a tapered waist with those gutters you want to lick whipped cream out of.

Sexy bare feet slap against the tiled floor as he stops right in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I can’t stop looking down at his anatomy because it’s been a while since I’ve gotten such a close-up view. Heat licks up my throat at how fuckin’ perfect all of it is.

A throaty laugh rings through the bathroom, and Sunshine hooks a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. Notthere. “I’m gonna shower. You wanna join me?” Those intense grays delve into mine, locking me in place. Beat by beat, they fill with hope. Hope that we’ll shower together. That I’ll break this invisible barrier between us. I’ve yet to let him see me as naked as I’ve seen him. While I love my body, I can’t take that step. I can’t show him. Not now, and maybe never. Especially not when his son is in the other room with Lily. Not when my panties are soaked, and my pussy aches. Things could happen, and whilewe skate that line, we never cross it. We’re family. We’re friends. He’s my person and has been since the day he picked me off that floor as a teenager, crying when my mother was dying.

A resigned smile flashes across Sunshine’s face before he leans in, presses a long kiss to my forehead, and retreats.

Opening the shower door, he speaks over his shoulder. “I’ll be out in a bit, Sweets. You’re gonna need to leave unless you wanna watch me play with my cock.”

With that, I go, because I can’t watch.

In the bedroom, as I get dressed, my mind swirls with vivid images of what he’s doing, how he’s stroking himself, and wondering if it feels good. Duh. Of course, it does. That’s why we masturbate. But still…how good?

A long-sleeved sweatshirt and black leggings work for today’s lazy fashion as I exit the bedroom and join Dark in the living room while Lily devours a bowl of cereal at the island in the kitchen.

Not wanting to sit beside my ex, I drop into my oversized black chair across from him.

Glaring at me, arms tucked over his chest, he leans forward. “Are you fucking my father?” His words are a harsh, pissed-off whisper, quiet enough that Lily won’t overhear.

“No.”

His head rears back in surprise. “No?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no.” Not that I haven’t thought about it. Obviously. I have two eyes and a fully functioning brain.

“Never?” he presses.

“Never.”

Throwing his body back into the couch cushions, Dark’s eyes squeeze shut for half a beat before they reopen and search mine. “Thank fuck.” He expels a harsh breath.

Yeah.

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