Page 45 of Beneficial Misfortune

Fuck… no wonder you called for lunch early. Are you sure we need this partner? Can we reschedule for another day?

Lunch early, huh? What happened to just Addison’s nanny?

I can’t help but ask. My Father is a borderline workaholic. The only thing he takes time off for is family, and even that is planned. He and Alex built this damn company from the ground up, and it’s damn close to being like another child to him. For him to call lunch early just to look at Kat in a swimsuit. Well, he might have it worse than I thought.

Good.

I said nobody was fucking her. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a beautiful woman.

He doesn’t need to elaborate for me to know what he means. Not everyone understands our dynamic, but it works for us. Sharing a woman takes jealousy and other issues we’ve dealt with over the years out of the equation. Maybe it should be weird, but it’s not; it’s almost exhilarating sharing her. Fuck, sharing Kat with Alex was one of the hottest nights I’d ever had, and it was pretty tame overall.

The way she responded was beautiful, and watching her reaction to his praise… I can only imagine how she will handle my father.

We need to have this conversation sooner rather than later if you want me to be a functioning part of this company, because right now only one of my heads is getting proper blood flow and somehow I don't think you want me to engage in meetings with that one.

And the cameras are cheating.

He’s not wrong, though; I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t pictured peeling that bikini off of her and having my way with her in the pool, on the recliners, in the kitchen, and just about every other surface all the way back up here.

Would she respond the same way if it were only me and her?

I’ve never been so desperate to find out while also knowing I can’t. She’s momentarily off limits, and while I have a feeling that won’t last long, she’s also currently watching my little sister. That’s her job, and she’s fantastic at it, even from the little I’ve seen. I understand why Dad wanted her, and thank my lucky stars, this shit worked out like this.

For now, I need to keep myself in line, which means I need to get out of these wet shorts and handle myself before I go down for dinner with not just her but the rest of my family.

Tossing my phone on my bed, I make my way to my bathroom, letting my swim shorts fall to the ground with a wet slap before kicking them aside to handle later.

I’ve been painfully hard since the second I watched my kitten strip off that little dress she tried to use to cover herself up. Hell, who am I kidding? I’ve been hard since I saw her again. My memory of her hadn’t done her justice. She’s fucking stunning, and like an addict, I can’t wait for my next taste.

My bathroom is soundproof, something I’d required when my father bought the house.

What can I say? I enjoy sex in the shower. Something about being wet and covered in bubbles adds even more fun to it.

I’ll be alone in here, for now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy all the features alone. I flip the water on, letting it settle on the perfect temperature as I make my way to the speaker system and click on my favorite playlist.

Stepping into the warm water, I let my mind go back to that night with her. The way her fingers felt as she explored the piercings in the underside of my cock as I graze my own hand down them. It’s not the same. No, her fingers were softer, her touch more erotic, but it will do for now. Fuck, I’d already been living off a memory of her, sure I’d never get the chance to be with her again.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I begin pumping into my fist with vigor as I imagine the way she would have reacted if it had just been us in the pool. Her pale skin as the sun hit it, the water beading off her breasts, begging me to lick them. I’d love to bend her over the edge or take her under the waterfall, watching the water run down every inch of her as I make her scream for me.

My balls tighten as I picture it so clearly I’d swear it’s a memory, but I know it’s not, at least not yet. One day it will be.

One day, there won’t be a place in this whole damn house where I haven’t fucked her, and then we’ll find new places in the cars and vacation homes. Fuck, if we run out, I’ll just have to buy more houses and cars.

I wonder how long it will take before Dad fucks a baby into her.

With a groan, I come hard before letting my back lean against the wall of the shower. It’s cold, but right now, it’s a refreshing change; the water almost overheating me in the wake of my orgasm.

I’d never really shared dad’s thing for pregnant women or wanting to fuck a baby into someone. It’s something he loves to say and threaten, but I’ve never actually known him to fuck a woman not on birth control, which I can totally get behind because I’m the same way, except I don’t want kids…

Or I thought I didn’t. Maybe I need to look into that again now with Kitten in the picture.

Though I’m sure that’s something I can think about after I’ve finished showering. No use standing around with my dick out now. The faster I finish up, the faster I get to go downstairs and make her blush that beautiful color I love so much.

Chapter 15

Addison had been adamant that we make dinner tonight after seeing how much Desmond liked the cookies. She was so excited to show everyone her cooking skills, and I enjoy cooking, so it seemed like an easy request. Desmond disappeared after our swim, and after a while without him popping up, I stopped looking over my shoulder every few minutes.

At Addison's request, we ended up with a chicken dish: chicken cordon bleu with parmesan pasta and homemade garlic mashed potatoes. Addison helped me with every step, and together, we cooked, sang, and made a mess of the entire kitchen. The smile on her face, when we set the table, made it all worth it, even if it took twice as long going at a five-year-old’s pace.

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