Page 3 of Thanksgiving Daddy's Girl
Her smile is brighter than the sun itself and makes my heart turn a somersault as my cock grows even harder. I raise my hand and give her a wave, doing my best to keep from looking like I was just imagining tearing off that bikini top and taking her tits in my hands and mouth. I’m not sure I entirely succeeded in that.
She thankfully throws on a robe and grabs her towel, obscuring my view of her body and breaking the spell. I’m able to tear myself away from the window and walk back into the kitchen where I go about trying to appear like I was doing nothing more innocuous than making some lunch. The sliders open and Maeve steps in then pads over and drops onto the stool across the island from me.
“Hey, good morning,” I say.
“Almost afternoon,” she replies.
“Right. Afternoon,” I say. “In my defense, I crossed multiple time zones yesterday.”
Her laughter is like music to my ears and I’m glad the kitchen island is between us so she can’t see just how fucking hard I am right now. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes off her. Trying to keep from seeing the way the thin fabric of her robe clings to her full breasts, or the beads of water that glisten on her golden skin so enticingly.
“Make you a sandwich?” I ask.
“That would be nice,” she says. “Thanks.”
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MAEVE
“Here you go, love,” he says and slides a plate to me.
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile.
To say I’ve had a crush on Myles for most of my life would be an understatement. It seems more accurate to say my “uncle” Myles has been the star of every filthy though I’ve ever had while I masturbated. Everything I know about getting myself off I’ve learned while fantasizing about him. Which is why seeing him so unexpectedly yesterday had me feeling so off kilter. I honestly didn’t think I’d see him anywhere but, in my fantasies, again.
And before I even knew what I was doing, when I crawled into bed last night, I found my hand between my legs, whispering his name as I strummed my clit. And when that wasn’t enough, I found myself grinding myself on my body pillow, biting the side of my hand to keep from crying out. I mean, he’s in the room next to mine so the last thing I wanted was for him to hear me.
I honestly never thought he’d see me as anything but the little tomboy I used to be. But seeing him staring at me through the window when I climbed out of the pool has me thinkingotherwise. The way he watched me made me feel like a mouse being watched by a hawk. His gaze had been so intense as he drank me in. He was looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Like I’m a living work of art.
Honestly, I’ve never had a man look at me the way Myles did and if I’m being honest, I’m still soaking wet. We eat in silence for a moment, the air between us thick, awkward, and charged with a feeling like electricity. It feels like the air right before a lightning strike.
“So,” he says. “How’s school going?”
I nod. “It’s good. I’m enjoying myself.”
“Aye. I bet you are, lass,” he says suggestively.
I laugh. “Not like that,” I tell him. “I don’t have time for boys.”
“No? No boyfriends? Friends with benefits?”
“No. Not at all. I’m busy with school.”
“That’s too bad,” he says.
I might be wrong, but he looks pleased by the fact that I have a non-existent love life. He smiles, flashing me those dimples that I think are so sexy on him and I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep from gushing all over the stool. It feels like he’s working really hard to keep from staring at me, which makes my heart flutter. So, I decide to try some things.
Pretending to be fully involved with my sandwich, I let my robe slide open, giving him a nice view of my full cleavage. His eyes dart to my breasts but he quickly turns away and clears his throat as he turns and grabs a couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator. I smile to myself and feel the heat between mylegs rising. The insides of my thighs are slick, and I want nothing more than to walk around the island, push him up against it and have my way with him. But I’ve never been a forward kind of girl.
“So, what are you doing in town?” I ask.
“Oh, you know, just doing a little traveling,” he says. “And where else but California can I enjoy sunshine and warmth, even in November?”
“The Caribbean?”
He laughs. “Bored with it, to be honest,” he says. “Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve spent time with your da. I wanted to see him. But if you’d like me to go?—”
“No,” I say quickly—too quickly. “It’s nice to see you. And I know my dad’s been missing you. You just don’t come around enough.”
