Page 7 of Stepson

The house is quiet as I make my way down to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of Joe, but when I press the start button, I hear woman’s giggle.

I know what I’ll find when I look around the corner, but I do it anyway. Gabe and one of our housemaids are poolside. He wears hip-hugging shorts and no shirt again, and she’s in her normal maid attire with a stack of towels in her arms. It’s obvious he’s flirting up a storm with her, and it makes my stomach lurch. The guy is a total flirt, and here I thought I was special. But I have to remember he doesn’trememberme.

The coffee pot beeps as I turn and distract myself elsewhere. If I stand here and watch them any longer, I’ll do nothing but make myself a jealous wreck. Married women don’t do that over a man that isn’t hers, right?

After I pour a cup, I go into the living room to get away from the giggling. I’m already on edge with Gabe being her, I don’t need to make things worse by eavesdropping on him again.

“Good morning, Mrs. Price. I have fresh towels for you.”

I jump and turn to the woman Gabe was just flirting with. I’ve never paid much mind to the maids before now, and as I stare at her, I realize how beautiful she is. She has to be in her early twenties and Gabe would have to be blind not to notice her looks.

“Thank you.” I don’t know her name so I leave it out and turn back to drink my coffee.

Her footsteps echo through the room until they go silent, and my gaze turns toward the window. The pool comes into view, and then another sight entirely. Gabe is still poolside, but he isn’t swimming. No, he’s down on the concrete doing push-ups. My entire body freezes as I watch every one of his muscles flex to perfection. Holy fuck.

I can’t pull my eyes from him even if I try to. They’re glued to every movement he does. My mind immediately goes to a dirtyplace as I think about him lying over me like that as his muscles flex. Oh, damn. The throbbing is back between my legs with no relief in sight. I can’t take this anymore!

Setting the coffee down, I lean back into the couch and slide my hand between my legs. This is what happens when you have a husband who doesn’t satisfy his wife in the bedroom. My nerves are all over the place, and if I don’t relieve the pressure building in my core, I’ll walk around on edge all day long. Why does his son have to be this fucking good looking? Why does his son have to be Gabe?!

I push my robe out of the way and slide my hand into the top of my panties before I slowly touch myself. My mind thinks about Gabe touching me here instead of myself, and before I know it, I’m climbing the orgasm-ladder quickly. I slowly circle my swollen clit as my mouth falls open, and a small moan escapes. This feels so fucking good. I needed this.

With my eyes squeezed tight, and my imagination running wild with thoughts of Gabe, my circling fingers are able to bring me to the release I so desperately need. My mouth falls open further as a breathy moan echoes around me. My toes curl as I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop the scream building in my chest.

My orgasm shakes me to my core as I pull my hand from my panties and grin. Gabe might not have physically touched me, but his face was a huge help getting me off.

Then someone clears their throat and my eyes whip open to stare right into Gabe’s piercing gaze. Embarrassment consumes me as the blood runs from my cheeks while my heart plummets into my stomach.

Gabe sits right in front of me on the cushioned ottoman with a sultry smirk on his lips. His eyes travel down over my bare legs before they lock onto my panties where my robe has ridden up. This is not happening. Jesus Christ, what have I done? This isthe most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. Had it been a maid, I wouldn’t have minded since this is my house, but no, it had to be Gabe—the guy I had just been fantasizing about as I touched myself.

“Is there something I can assist you with, Bentley?” His voice is hoarse, and the way he says my name makes my pussy throb again.

“H-how long have you been sitting there?” I ask, feeling my heart pound everywhere as shame swims through my veins.

His smirk widens as he moves his gaze to mine. “Just for the good part.”

I close my robe before I pull my legs up beneath me. There’s no way out of this, is there? I have literally put myself between a rock and a hard place. With that thought, my eyes move to the crotch of his shorts, and I see how excited he is. The outline of his erection is right there for me to gawk at, and my heart shudders as I tear my gaze away.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper as I go to stand up. I can’t sit here any longer with this embarrassment.

But when I go to leave, Gabe jumps up and grabs my arm, stopping me in my spot. He’s right up behind me, and his hot breath against my neck makes my nipples pebble painfully.

“You’re still apologizing,” he rasps against my sensitive flesh.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I inhale a slow breath. His close proximity is wreaking havoc on my libido, and if he doesn’t let me of me, I’m bound to jump his bones right here in the living room.Please, let me go before I do something horrible.

He slowly reaches up and brushes the hair from my neck before his fingers cascade along my pounding vein. My breath hitches in my throat as I nibble on my bottom lip, begging the heavens I won’t moan.

“Tell me what you want, Bentley,” Gabe whispers into my ear.

A small whimper comes out as my chest rises and falls quicker. My body has forsaken my mind and there’s nothing I can do in my current state. I’m panting and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.

“I… I—”

“Yeah? Tell me,” he begs.

“I have to go.” I push away from him with the only strength I have left, and run for my bedroom where I’ll take an ice cold shower and hide away for the rest of my life.

Chapter six

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