Page 3 of Dubious Secrets

The hand holding my face drops onto the bed as we lie there unmoving, catching our breath. Ryker’s thumb rubs circles on my stomach and my eyes feel heavy. It may not have been a marathon session, but god it took a lot out of me. Blinking becomes harder as I continue to lie in his arms, enjoying the soft kisses on my shoulders. I need to get up and…I need to get up. I don’t remember when I fall asleep, but I remember that when I do, Ryker’s cock is still stuffed inside me.

Chapter 2

Ryker

Flipping the pancakes,I whistle low and grab my cup of coffee. A pitter patter of footsteps has me grinning, thinking of last night. Mary hasn’t wanted sex in months, which I understand for the most part. Her job is mentally and physically exhausting, so I’d been surprised when she was up for it.

“I’m making your favorite. How many do you want?” I ask, looking over my shoulder and stiffening. The lanky teenager in my kitchen is not who I expected to see, and then I nod slowly, just barely remembering Mary’s younger sister moving in with us. Something about their mother kicking her out and getting fired from her job. I thought it was happening this weekend. Then I want to hit myself, remembering it’s already Saturday. “Sorry, I thought you were Mary.”

Her cheeks flush and I know how ridiculous that sounds. Mary is shorter with a head full of golden, silky hair, and she’s a bit curvier. Stassie is a whole foot taller with dark curls draping down her long torso. The leggings and band t-shirt are tight on her body, and personally I’m a little worried she’s not eating as much as she should be. But I keep the opinion to myself,knowing their parents aren’t the best. I clear my throat, waving the spatula toward the stove. “Do you like pancakes? Mary likes them with cinnamon and nutmeg.”

She shifts on her feet, her arm slung around her stomach and she holds onto her elbow. “Sure, thanks.”

I nod toward the table. “Take a seat. I’m almost done. You want anything to drink?”

Stassie shakes her head, moving silently to the chair at the small kitchen table. We need to get another since it’s usually only Mary and me.

Archibald comes pouncing in the next second, circling around her foot while meowing. Grabbing a can of his food, I chuckle. “He’s probably hungry. Mary usually feeds him when she gets home from work, but she got off a little early last night.”

She frowns, her eyebrows knitting together. “Mary’s home?”

Turning back to the stove after setting down Archibald’s bowl, I move the last few pancakes to a plate and carry the mound of them to the table.

“Yeah, they must have had a slow night or something,” I say, glancing at my bedroom in a weird state of confusion. It’s quiet. Usually Mary has a soft snore while she sleeps, and I try to recall the shape of her body when I left the bed. But I barely paid attention as I got up and showered before coming to cook.

I grab the syrup, another set of plates, and forks for both of us, and sit across from Stassie.

She gives me a small smile. “Thanks for this. I don’t usually have food first thing in the morning, so this is nice.”

“Of course, this is your home now too. Whatever I can do to make you feel relaxed in the space, at home. Let me know.”

She chokes on the bite she just shoved in her mouth as she struggles to clear her throat. I get up and grab a water, handing it to her as she wipes away a stray tear under her eyes.

“You okay?”

Stassie nods. “Just peachy. I’m fine.”

I sit back down, and we eat in silence for a few moments.

Mary comes through the front door, stripping out of her scrubs and bundling them in the hamper next to it. I watch in horror as she pads over to us, barefoot in her sports bra and undies. She smiles at her sister.

“You look well rested. Find my diffuser okay?” Mary asks, opening the fridge and grabbing the coconut water she usually downs after coming home from work.

Stassie’s cheeks are bright red as she glances at me and then nods. “Yup. It was exactly where you said it was.”

Mary tosses the empty bottle in the trash and then kisses me on the cheek as she passes by. “Smells good. Thanks for cooking for her. I’m going to try to grab some sleep after I shower. I'm exhausted. I’ll catch you two later.”

The silence in the kitchen is tangible as I piece together that my girlfriend never came home early from her shift. That my girlfriend never crawled into bed. That I didn’t have one of the best fucks of my life with my girlfriend, but with her nineteen-year-old little sister.

“Just so there’s no mistake…it was you last night?” I ask, my voice low even though I know Mary can’t hear us over the running water in the shower.

Stassie nods once, her dark hair hanging forward and shielding me from seeing her face. She stuffs another bite into her mouth, her eyes on the plate as I stare at her. My appetite is gone, and I struggle to think or even breathe as I lean back in my chair.

“Why didn’t you…say something? Stop me?” I finally ask.

Stassie swallows down her food and grabs my coffee, taking a large gulp before setting it back down. Her blue eyes rise to meet mine and she shrugs. “I just…froze.”

“You froze?” I can’t hold back the anger in my voice. It’s not her fault, and a part of me is worried I hurt her, but I also thought I was fucking my girlfriend.

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