Page 14 of Cookies and Control

I thrust and pump, hating myself for using her like this. The fact that I haven’t entered her is my only saving grace.

Rocky looms over us.

I forgot he was there. I can’t focus on him long enough to tell if he’s glad that I’m honoring the contract so we can end our argument or if he’s pissed. He admitted that he would fuck her. It wrecked my brain. There was no way I could let him have her first or ever. And even though it gave me an ounce of permission, it’s still wrong.

I work a hand between Betsy’s body and mine, finding her clit, desperate to watch her come again.

Knowing that Rocky’s watching, that everyone is watching, that if I let go, I could put a baby in her, throws me over the edge. I buck hard, driving my cock against her body, wishing like hell I could send a shot of cum straight into her womb.

I’m the biggest jackass there ever was, and I can’t stop.

Her body twitches as she comes undone. She slips to the side, plunging my tip into the warmth of her lips as it sprays.

Fuck! I angle my hips to stop myself but lose control. My shaft slides between her ass cheeks releasing cum over us.

Maybe some hit Rocky. Maybe he yells. Maybe nothing else matters but my precious stepdaughter as she falls apart on my hand, coming in sync with me. We’re one—as only I can be with her.

Nine

Betsy

Hot water streams down my body as I lean against the shower wall, my mind racing.

Years of feeling like my stepdad saw me as the ugly duckling, as something to be hidden, get dumped on their head.

Tonight, the way he looked at me, touched me, claimed me, changed everything.

You’re mine.His words echo in my head, sending shivers despite the steamy shower. Was I wrong all along? Maybe his protectiveness wasn’t about shielding an ugly duckling from the world but keeping something precious all to himself.

The actions of a man struggling with forbidden desires.

Could it be that simple? That all this time, while I was feeling unworthy, he saw me as forbidden fruit, the same way I saw him?

My legs go weak and I slide down to sit on the shower floor, hugging my knees.

Or am I fooling myself? Maybe tonight was desperation—a last resort to adhere to the contract and get me out of the sex club. But God, his warmth felt as real as this shower. The raw need in his voice, the way his control finally snapped.

And Rocky… My stomach flutters at how natural it felt to be with both of them. The jealousy in Rocky’s expression as he helped me off of Bull, then cleaned me. The thought of more nights like this, of a life with them—as more than a stepdaughter or niece—it’s my deepest fantasy.

Possibilities take flight.

I step out of the shower, toweling off while eyeing my midnight-blue Starry Night pajama set inspired by van Gogh. Long sleeves and drawstring pants aren’t the right vibe.

Instead, I grab theDream Bigt-shirt Jasmine gave me last Christmas and slip it on with a simple pair of silky blue panties underneath.

My damp hair drips trails over my shoulders as I check my reflection. For the first time, the woman staring back appears beautiful. I trace the gentle curves of my body with newfound confidence.

With bare feet, I pad across the landing and down the stairs. Both men look up as I descend, their faces slack.

Bull chokes, although he doesn’t have food or drink to choke on. Rocky stands, strides to the bottom of the stairs, and extends a hand before I’m even halfway down. He’s awaiting his princess.

“Go upstairs and put some clothes on.” Bull’s voice comes out, devoid of attraction or acceptance. “Then we’ll talk.”

Talk? My stomach drops.

“But—”

“Now, Betsy.”

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