Page 27 of Hide and Seek
I give Izzy a blank stare, and she lets out a huff. “Fine,” she says. “I’ll stop imagining riding your stepfather like a cowgirl, but I draw the line at not calling him Daddy. That’s never going to change, so you might as well get used to it.”
“You know you’re a pest, right?”
“Of course I do. Now tell me all about it. Who’s this mystery guy?”
I cringe, not sure how this is going to go down. “It’s Knight,” I tell her. “The forbidden step-uncle, but I swear, it’s not what you think.”
“Wh—huh? Knight? Since when . . . Wait. How did you even end up at his place? He doesn’t live with your mom, does he?”
I shake my head. “No, he’s got his own place. I just . . . ” I let my words fall away, realizing I don’t have a good explanation for this. At least, not one that doesn’t include being honest about what happened at the morgue last night, and I’m not about to go into the details with her. After all, the last conversation about it didn’t go particularly well. “It wasn’t anything too exciting. I got a flat after work and knew he lived close, so I called him and he helped. But then we were both drenched from the rain and because his place was closer, we just went there, and he insisted I stay. You know, because driving in the rain is dangerous and all.”
She narrows her stare, not believing me for a second, and honestly, she shouldn’t, I’m a terrible liar. Everybody knows it. “And then what?”
“And then nothing. He lent me a shirt because my clothes were wet, and then I slept in the spare bedroom.”
“You slept in the spare bedroom? What the fuck is wrong with you? You had a golden opportunity, and you let it slip right through your fingers.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, not entirely.”
Izzy sits up straighter on the couch, grabbing the cushion from behind her back and hugging it to her chest as she pulls her legs up beneath her, getting extra comfortable. “Don’t even think about holding back on the details.”
I laugh, and a stupid grin cuts across my face. “Okay, so this morning, I could hear him in the shower, and I didn’t want all those awkward goodbyes, so I was going to sneak out, but then I heard him—”
“Heard him what?” she rushes out, her eyes widening as if knowing the juicy part is coming.
“He was getting off. He was groaning and grunting, and those moans. Holy fuck. I’ve never heard anything so hot, and so—”
“Oh please, God, for all that’s holy, tell me you went in there.”
I grin, and she throws herself to her feet, her hands pumping the air. “YES! I fucking knew you were a filthy little slut. Hell yes! I take back anything bad I’ve ever said about you. You’re officially my new queen.”
I laugh as I roll my eyes. “Cool your titties,” I tell her. “It’s not like I stripped down and fucked him stupid.”
“Then what the hell happened?” she demands, dropping back to the couch, her mood quickly plummeting, and for a moment, I fear for the metaphorical crown she just placed on my head. Despite not completely rocking his world, I still feel as though I deserve the title of being her new queen.
“Okay, so I went into his room and stood in the doorway of his ensuite, just long enough to get his attention, and just when he thought he had me, I turned and left. Only, he wasn’t about to let me go.”
“Holy shit. What did he do?”
“He followed me out of the bathroom, butt naked with his cock in his hand, and demanded I stop. Then when I turned around—”
“Oh God. Don’t stop there. WHAT HAPPENED?”
“He said ‘Get on your knees,’ in this deep, seductive tone, and fuck, Izzy. I’ve never dropped to my knees so fast in my life. I was a goner. I was like the perfect little Anastasia Steele, waiting for my master to fuck me into oblivion.”
“Damn. That’s hot,” Izzy breathes. “I need to find a man like that.”
I nod, never agreeing more.
“Tell me he fucked your mouth and called you a dirty little slut?”
I grin. “Would a man like Knight Slater do anything different?”
“Oh, God!” Izzy falls back against the couch, crushing the cushion to her chest, lost to the fantasy of finding herself a wild, dominant man like Knight. “Tell me the rest. I know damn well it didn’t stop there. Give it to me hard.”
I laugh and cringe at the same time. “That’s just the thing. That asshole fucked my mouth like it’s never been fucked in its life, and just when I was about to demand the favor be returned, he walked away. He didn’t lay a single hand on me, and now I’ve got the worst case of clam jam in my life. It’s blue balls on crack.”
Izzy howls with laughter, clutching her stomach. “Holy shit. If that were me, I’d be pissed, but because it’s you and Knight, it’s hilarious. I guess that’s what you get for attempting to fool around with someone who should be on the permanent ‘Don’t suck cock’ list.”
