Page 4 of Stepson

“Darling,” Marcus interrupts my thoughts as he reaches over and touches my arm.

I blink several times as my cheeks blush when I look over at Gabe. My thoughts ran away from me again, and I’m nearly panting in a room full of people. Gabe gives me his famous smirk as I clear my throat and tear my gaze away.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

He laughs as he looks at our guests. “I was thanking our guests for coming this evening, but that it was time to wrap the party up.” His gaze burns into mine, and I know he’ll be angry with me once they all leave.

“Oh, yes, thank you all so much for coming. It was lovely to see you all again,” I say, plastering on a fake smile as I look around the table.

Gabe chuckles behind his hand as he watches me. Marcus stands as he guides me to join him. We make our way to the front hall to wish our guests a goodbye. I’ve never fake smiled more in my life as Marcus’s touch burns on the small of my back. We haven’t ever been close, but in the last two hours, my feelings for Marcus have drastically changed. I need to get my shit together.

After our last guests leave for the evening, Marcus drops his smile and steps away from me. My gaze follows him as he climbs the staircase and goes out of sight. Tears burn my eyes again, but I won’t let Marcus make me feel like this again in the same evening.

I follow after my husband, heading straight into his bedroom without knocking. He owes me an apology.

“Bentley, what the hell are you doing?” Marcus barks as I storm into the room.

My entire body freezes as my mouth falls open. I didn’t expect to see this when I barged into his room. He sits on the edge of his bed with his trousers down around his thighs as he jerks himself off. But as I entered, he tried to hide himself.

The tears are back as anger grips my insides. I’ve been begging for him to touch me for well over a month, and he’s in here pleasuring himself?!

“What is this, Marcus?” I choke out.

He clears his throat as he stands, pulling his trousers up. “I do this when I’m stressed out. It helps me think better.”

I let out a strangled laugh. “Stressed out?! You know that you have a wife to help you relieve the stress you’re talking about, right?! I mean, what is—”

“Can’t a man jerk off in his own bedroom?!” He booms out.

I tense up again, swallowing back my sob as I avert my gaze. It isn’t that he can’t, it’s the fact he hasn’t touched me in weeks.

“What have I done?” I ask quietly, turning my teary gaze back to him.

His jaw tenses, and I can almost feel the anger rolling off of him. “You haven’t done anything. Stop being ridiculous. I’ve had a long day and just wanted some privacy. I have a long flight in the morning and an even longer business trip.”

I swallow again, hoping my next words won’t infuriate him. “Exactly, Marcus… you have a long business trip coming up.Don’t you think your wife would like some intimacy before her husband leaves again?”

The tenseness in his shoulders frightens me. “Maybe if you weren’t eye-fucking my son at dinner all night, I would think about touching you.”

My stomach tightens at his words. He can say all the hurtful things he wants, but he and I both know this goes much deeper than tonight’s issues. What’s his excuse for the last month? For the last five years?!

“Excuse the intrusion then,” I state harshly before I turn on my heels and run from his room. I know he won’t come after me, and I know I won’t see him again until he returns from Tokyo.

The sound of his bedroom door slamming shut doesn’t affect me at all. I continue to storm down the hallway, past my own bedroom, and out onto the terrace. I need some fresh air before I lose my mind. But when the ringing in my ears fades away, I hear an entirely different sound.

“Fuck. Yeah, just like that baby. Take me all the way in.” The sounds of Gabe’s moans and the sounds of slurping echo out onto the terrace.

My legs instinctively clench together, and I can’t help but move toward the railing to listen in closer. I notice the balcony door to the guest room is wide open, and I know it’s Gabe’s new room while he stays with us.

“You like sucking my cock, baby?” Gabe growls out.

I know I shouldn’t be standing here listening to this, but I can’t help myself. My hand comes up and brushes against the outside of my cocktail dress, making my nipples perk with excitement. Memories from our one night together come slamming back into my mind as I try to remember every last detail. Gabe’s dick was an impressive one, and I can still taste him on my tongue. I imagine I’m the one on my knees in frontof him right now, choking back his cock as he grips my hair and thrusts himself in and out of my mouth.

There’s so much excitement running through my veins I almost don’t even need to touch myself between my legs. My core tightens, and the harder I squeeze my legs together, the more pressure it puts on my clit. I continue to tease my breasts and nipples as the slurping sounds get louder and faster. Gabe’s moans are what push me over the edge, and before I know it, I’m cumming on the terrace at the same time Gabe lets out a guttural groan.

“Mmm, that’s good girl,” Gabe rasps.

“Mrs. Price, what are you doing out on the terrace?”

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