Page 12 of Christmas with My Ex's Dad
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one affected.
I continue masturbating, my movements deliberate and slow as I maintain eye contact with her. I growl, my hand quickening its pace and groan as my climax surges through me, my release erupting onto my hand in a torrent of pleasure. The intensity of the moment leaves me gasping for air, my body trembling from head to toe.
The intense heat of the moment finally wanes, leaving my body slick with sweat. I glance over at the side table and grab a couple of tissues, hastily wiping my hand clean.
My gaze flickers back to the doorway, expecting to see Faye still standing there, but she’s gone. A pang of guilt washes over me, mixed with a dark sense of satisfaction. It isn’t right to involve her in my twisted fantasies, but I can’t deny the thrill that coursed through me when she watched, unable to look away.
What does this mean for us now? Will she avoid me or confront me about what happened? My mind races with questions and concerns, but one thing remains clear: I’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.
10
FAYE
My heart races as I lean against the kitchen counter, struggling to process what I just witnessed. Griffin—my ex’s dad—pleasuring himself and moaning my name. My face burns with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. God, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I can’t get the image out of my head or the sound of his voice saying my name. A tight knot of desire coils in my stomach, but I’m also wracked with guilt and confusion. This is so wrong. Pressing my hands to my cheeks, I try to cool myself down, but it feels nearly impossible.
A sudden knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts, and I rush to answer it. My sister, Iris, stands on the porch, her brows raised in surprise.
“What’s got you so riled up and flushed?” she asks suspiciously, eyes narrowing as they scan my face.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a smile and brushing my hair behind my ear. “Just… surprised to see you, that’s all. You didn’t tell me that you were coming.”
As I stand there, my thoughts still a tangled mess, I can’t help but wonder what Iris would think if she knew the truth. But some things are better left unsaid—at least for now.
Iris narrows her eyes, seemingly on the verge of pressing me for answers. There’s not a single person in this world who knows me better than my sister – which means she can see right through my lies. But then she relaxes, letting her suspicions fall away. “I wanted to check out where you’re staying—and the guy you’re staying with. You know, make sure he’s not some kind of creep.”
Before I can respond, the front door swings open, and Griffin steps in, his brows lifting at the sight of Iris. His presence, the way he fills the room, sends a shiver down my spine. “Didn’t realize we had company,” he says, his voice warm but curious.
“Uh, yeah.” I clear my throat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. “This is my sister, Iris. Iris, this is Griffin…” I trail off, leaving it at just his name. How else could I introduce him anyways? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend’s dad anymore and ex’s dad just doesn’t sound right. Besides, Iris knows all of that already.
Griffin extends a hand, and Iris shakes it, smiling genuinely. “So, you’re the one taking care of my sister. Thanks for looking out for her.”
His gaze flickers to me, his expression unreadable. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’ve got time.”
Iris hesitates, clearly considering the offer. I hold my breath, unsure of what I want her to say. After a moment, she nods. “Sure, why not? I’d love to get to know the man my sister’s living with.”
As Griffin disappears into the kitchen, I can’t help but feel a mixture of relief and dread. The prospect of spending an entire meal with both Griffin and Iris is both exhilarating and terrifying. What if Iris senses the tension between us? What if Griffin says something incriminating?
I shake my head, forcing myself to focus on the present. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it.
Griffin,ever the capable host, places the steaming dish at the center of the table with an inviting smile.
“Bon appétit,” he announces as we all dig into the meal. Iris wastes no time, peppering him with questions about his work and life. His responses flow easily, reflecting his charm and confidence.
“GreenFrame Construction is more than just a business—it’s my passion. There’s something truly satisfying about building things from the ground up… creating something beautiful and functional out of raw materials,” he explains, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
I can’t help but notice how effortlessly he commands attention, captivating both Iris and me with his animated storytelling. My lips curl into a smile as I catch myself laughing along with them at one of his jokes. The tension that had built up within me begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and comfort.
But midway through dinner, that calm shatters when I feel the gentle graze of Griffin’s hand on my thigh under the table. My breath hitches, and I freeze, my fork hovering in midair. Hisfingers move slowly, caressing my skin before drifting closer to my center. I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks burn as I fight to maintain my composure. Oh my God, what is he doing? I think, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“Is everything okay, Faye?” Iris asks, her brow furrowing with concern.
“Uh, yeah,” I stammer, forcing a smile. “Just… lost in thought.”
Griffin’s touch lingers, sending waves of desire coursing through me. I want to tell him to stop, but the gentle pressure of his fingers makes me ache with need. My mind whirls as I struggle to focus on the conversation, every fiber of my being yearning for more.
As we continue to eat and chat, my thoughts spiral into a tangle of desire and guilt. What am I supposed to do in this situation? How can I resist the magnetic pull between us when it feels so intoxicatingly right and wrong all at once?
