Page 10 of The Man of the House

“Oh, God. I can never get used to your big cock, Evan. You stretch me so good.”

I grit my teeth and throw my head back as Elena circles her hips and bobs up and down on my lap, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ, Elena.”

She leans her upper body on the steering wheel as her hips milk me for all I’m worth. I’m trapped in the driver’s seat, but I can’t just do nothing, so I slip my hand under her skirt and play with her clit, strumming it until she bounces faster and her noises get louder.

“Don’t stop, Evan. Don’t stop. I’m there. I’m almost there. Please!”

Elena stiffens before I feel her juices slide to my balls. One second later, I feel myself throbbing inside her, and I bellow her name as hot spurts of come spill inside her.

* * *

The drivinglesson was a bust for the simple reason that Elena wasn’t interested. Instead of listening to me explain how to turn, parallel park, and reverse park, she just kept rubbing me through my pants or flashing her tits at me, and I gave up any attempt to teach her.

We get back home, and Elena jumps out of the car, sprinting to the door. I don’t rush to follow her, like I know she wants me to. Instead, I walk as if I have all the time in the world.

Elena dramatically taps her foot and crosses her arms as she waits by the porch. When I’m within hearing distance, she raises one brow at me. “You really need to learn how to keep up with me.”

“I kept up with you just fine earlier.”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners, and she wraps her arms around my waist. “That you did.”

We stare at each other and smile. That’s all we do when we hear someone clearing their throat behind us. Elena and I spring apart and turn in unison.

Fuck.

It’s Mrs. Roberts, the nosiest woman I’ve ever met and the source of every true, false, and exaggerated gossip in this neighborhood.

She pounds her fist into her thigh and yells, “You disgusting piece of shit! I told Gina you were nothing but bad news. It’s not enough you inherited some of her estate; now you have to go after her daughter too!” The woman is so red in the face, I swear she’s one breath away from a heart attack as she grabs Elena’s wrist. “Let’s go to the cops.”

Elena flits her gaze to me before looking back at Mrs. Roberts. “The cops? Why?”

“Did he touch you against your will? Did he blackmail you? Did he force himself on you?”

Elena yanks her arm back. “What? No!”

Mrs. Roberts refuses to listen to Elena. “Oh, you poor child. Such innocence.” She faces me with fire in her eyes and jabs a finger at me. “Men like you will take that innocence and trample it. I will make sure you won’t get a cent from her, you conniving scum.”

I hold up both hands in an attempt to placate her. I was not raised to argue with older people, even if they were wrong. “Mrs. Roberts, hear me out. You don’t understand.”

She backs me toward the wall and points an accusing finger in my face. “You think you will ever be part of this neighborhood with your lowly background? You can have Gina’s house and money, but you’ll never belong here. You will never be anything more than a penniless opportunist. A predator who needs to be in jail.”

I spare a glance at Elena, who’s staring daggers at Mrs. Roberts’ back, pleading her with my eyes not to rise to the older woman’s bait. “Mrs. Roberts, please. Elena wants?—”

“You think I will sit here and watch you prey on these hapless women? I will teach you a lesson you will never forget. You think I will let you take advantage of this family? For all we know, you killed Gina!”

“Mrs. Roberts, shut the fuck up!” Elena breathes hard, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

The older woman clutches the front of her blouse. “Elena, my child. You don’t mean that.”

“I am not a child. I’m a grown woman who can think for herself. If you will only insult Evan, then please leave. We don’t need you here. Even my mother wouldn’t like the words coming out of your mouth.”

“You don’t mean that.” Mrs. Roberts’ shoulders slump in defeat. “I was only trying to protect you.”

“And I will always be thankful for that, but I draw the line at you insulting Evan when he hasn’t done anything wrong with Mom or with me.”

At this, Mrs. Roberts regains her fire, and she straightens her spine. “Very well then. I see that he has successfully brainwashed you, just like he did with Gina. You’re young and beautiful, and you have your choice of men. You cannot end up with this scum, like your mother. She always had poor taste in men, if you don’t mind me saying that about your late father.”

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