Page 60 of Never Gonna Lie
“What was your dad like?” I ask, wanting to know everything I don’t already know about him.
I feel James shrug behind me. “Overbearing, abusive—verbally and physically. Nothing I ever did was good enough for him.”
“What about your mom? Where was she in all of this?”
“Dosed up on pain pills. She loved them more than she loved me.”
I turn around, the water sloshing around with my movements. I wasn’t expecting a heart-to-heart, but I want to see his reactions when he tells me these things.
“I’m sorry you went through that,” I say gently, cupping his face in my hands. “No person should ever grow up without the un-devoted love of a parent.”
“I got over it a long time ago, pretty girl.” He smiles, and my heart pinches in my chest; his dimples pop, and the slight crinkling around his eyes makes him look that much wiser. “I just have an unhealthy outlook in general. It’s easier to blame someone else before getting all the facts.”
I smile back at him. “That’s very true. I was bullied at school purely because of my looks. Add in the fact that my dad had money, and people assumed I thought I was better than them.” I roll my eyes. “You should have heard the rumors about my stepmom. They didn’t care about the fact that my mom had died when I was a baby, or that Dad had met Emma years later. They just assumed she was a home-wrecker and was only with my dad for his money.”
James brushes my hair back from my face, water droplets from his hand running down my face. “People are strange, baby. You just have to find your people and stick with them.”
James goes quiet after that, so I resume my position between his legs, and he starts washing me again.
I chew on my bottom lip before asking the question I have to know the answer to. “Not to be the weird, clingy girl here, but what are we doing, James?”
“Enjoying a bath together,” he quips.
I slap his leg and he laughs. “That’s not what I meant, pretty boy, and you know it.”
His voice becomes lower, more serious. “I know what you meant.” He breathes in deeply, his chest expanding and pushing me forward before he sighs. “I don’t know what all of this means. All I know is that I couldn’t stay away from you anymore. Ever since that night of your birthday, it’s like you’ve been engraved into my soul. One kiss and you’ve ruined me.”
I gasp. He’s never said anything like this to me before. “Bu-but you said it was a mistake,” I stutter, my heart pounding at the thought he’s been just as obsessed with me, and I didn’t know it.
He cups my breast as he says, “You could never be a mistake, pretty girl.”
Chapter Forty
JAMES
If I’m going to hell for fucking my best friend's daughter, I might as well go all in, right?
I tweak Raven’s nipple as I continue, “Me thinking Drew was the bad guy just gave me the permission I needed to take what I’ve wanted for so long.”
She moans, lifting her hips. I slowly trail my other hand down her body, stopping when I get to her soft curls. Raven wriggles, trying to get my hand to touch her where she needs it the most, but I keep my hand where it is.
I nuzzle my head into the crook of her neck, whispering, “And what I want is you—under me, on top of me, bent over while I fuck you so hard, you don’t know where I begin and you end.”
Raven shivers, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, and her chest flushing a beautiful pink color.
I move my hand down, swiping a finger through her slit before rubbing her clit in unhurried circles. “Would you like that, baby? Forme to bend you over and ruin you? Or would you like me to cum all over your face like the dirty slut I know you are?”
She lets out a long, low moan. “Please, Daddy. I’m so close.”
I stop my movements. “Are we playing?” Her nod gives me the go-ahead for what’s about to happen. “Out of the tub.”
“Wha-what?” she gasps.
“Did I stutter? Out. Of. The. Tub.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies before pushing up and standing on shaky legs. I slap her ass just for the hell of it. “Ouch,” she yelps.
I grab a towel from the side, wrapping her in it. She peers up at me from beneath her lashes, watching what I’m doing. Emotion clogs my throat, but I ignore it, choosing to focus on drying her off. Once I’m done, I grab another one for her hair, drying it softly. Raven leans into my touch, allowing me to take care of her. Pride swells in my chest at how much trust she’s placing in me.
