Page 9 of Maid of Dishonor
“So you aren’t close with your family?”
"I grew up in the system, bouncing from one foster family to another. My brothers and sisters in blue are all the family I have," I tell her, half expecting the awkward, apologetic head tilt that most people give me when they find out about my past. But Veronica doesn't, and it's refreshing. "What about you?"
“Mom died two years ago—breast cancer. And my dad—” she pauses like she doesn’t want to say the next part. “He’s upstate finishing up a five-year sentence.”
I sit up, the water sloshing over the edge of the hot tub from the sudden motion. “What for?”
“Grand theft auto.” She shakes her head. “He was working in a chop shop. I didn’t know that was where the money was coming from to pay for my college.”
I don’t say anything. What can I say? The cop in me disagrees with how he got the money, but the man in me, hoping to have kids one day, knows that I'd do anything to give them a better life than me.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, breaking the silence that has settled between us. "Let me guess. You are trying to think of some excuse to get out the door and away from the felon's daughter."
“No.” I shake my head. “I was thinking that I could relate to some of the decisions he made because he made them with your best interest in mind. I respect anyone that sees the value of you first.”
“That’s not what I thought you’d say.”
I push off the bench to cross the short distance to her side of the tub. “I think you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.”
Veronica drops all pretense and shifts her leg over my lap, and straddles me. “I’m full of surprises too.”
“I have no doubt that’s true,” I say, running my hands up over her bare thighs to her hips.
She leans down and brushes her lips against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my hard chest. I loop my arms around her waist and pull her against me. My dick gets harder as Veronica moans into my mouth as she rocks her hips back and forth against me.
My fingers find the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms and pull until the fabric becomes loose. I toss the wet fabric over the side of the tub and lift Veronica out of the water. Spinning us around, I lay her down on the side where the part of the hot tub has a platform built around the edge. She leans back, her thighs falling open, inviting me in.
