Page 17 of Stepson

It’s still early in the day, and I don’t know what to do with myself. All I want to do is go up to Bentley’s room, strip hernaked, and fuck her until the morning sun rays beam through her curtains, but these pricks are all still here. The end of their workday can’t come soon enough, and part of me wants to send them home early. That will only send up red flags, though, so I don’t.

I take the box upstairs to my room, passing by Bentley’s on my way and fighting like hell not to go in there right now and tie her to that bed of hers. If she wasn’t married to my father, this entire house would know who she belongs to as I make her scream my name over and over. Seven o’clock can’t come fast enough. My dick hardens in my pants just thinking about tonight.

Setting the box down on the end of my bed, I cut into it and peer inside at all the familiar contents. I dig through until I find the one thing I want: a picture. Grinning like a fool, I stare down at a picture of Bentley and I. She’s sitting in my lap, her arm around my neck as we grin at each other. My buddy had taken it without our knowledge and sent it to me later that night. I had it printed up right away and tacked it to my headboard so I could look at it every night. I got two nights of staring at her perfect face before I was arrested.

As I stare at the picture after all these years, I no longer feel the excitement of our future as I had when I looked at it back then. I had planned on calling her to start something I had never done before. Relationships aren’t really my kind of thing, but after I met her and felt her sweet cunt tightly squeeze my dick as I fucked her brains out in my Jeep, I knew I’d throw my rules otu the fucking window for her.

But then I was arrested for a bullshit charge and everything changed.

Thinking Marcus would help his son out of the charges, and not actually doing a damn thing, left me bitter, and I lost the girl. What really pisses me the fuck off is how I lost her to the very man who did nothing. It’s as if hewantedme behind bars.

My eyes catch something in the box as I chuckle, reaching in to grab it. I almost forgot these were in here. Bentley’s lavender colored silk panties are exactly how I remember them when I tore them from her waist, shoving them in my pocket. The torn fabric on the side is still there, and I can’t help but grin wider.

A knock comes from my door as I quickly shove everything back into the box and hide it in my closet. Bentley doesn’t know I remember who she is, but time will reveal all.

I whip open the door and find the brunette babe from the dinner party grinning up at me. She’s gorgeous as hell, but nothing compares to Bentley. The memory of this woman’s mouth on my dick has nothing on how Bentley’s felt just moments ago.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, looking past her into the hallway, thankful no one is nearby.

She runs her perfectly manicured hand up my chest. “I came to see you. You never called me back.”

I let out a small snort. “And that wasn’t a sign to you?”

Her eyes slightly widen as she studies me.

“You can’t tell me our little exchange the other day wasn’t as hot for you as it was for me.”

She tries slipping her hand into my waistband but I quickly grab her waist, gripping tightly. This is the last person I want to see and her being here is dangerous.

“You sucked my dick. Big deal.” I throw her hand back to her side as I glare down at her. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come around anymore.”

“But I thought…”

“You thought wrong. I had been incarcerated for six years. A quick blowjob was nice, but not that nice.” I look into the hallway again, begging the universe to keep Bentley in her room.

But I’m not that lucky.

She comes out of her room and eyes us just in time to see the brunette slide her hand up my chest again. I’m not doing a damn thing wrong, but the look in Bentley’s eyes is raging hot jealousy.

And I like it.

“I can arrange another blowjob if you’d like,” the brunette purrs out.

Bentley’s eyes narrow at the brunette before she keeps walking by us. I grab the woman’s wrist again, tighter this time, and pin her with my angry gaze.

“Like I said, it wasn’t that nice. I’ve got other arrangements now, so you can fuck off.”

The brunette’s mouth falls open as she pulls her arm back, acting as if I’ve burned her. Then she slaps me. The sound verberates off the walls. Bentley turns around just in time to see it.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I growl at the brunette, trying with all my might not to fucking explode on her right now.

She spins on her heels and storms down the hallway, nearly shouldering Bentley on her way out. My gaze locks onto Bentley’s as her cheeks blush and she tears her eyes from mine nervously. I love how I can affect her like this, but I hate how she just saw that. I like how she was jealous, but hate how this might have put me back a few steps in winning her back.

I nod at her. “What are you up to?”

Her teeth gently nibble on her bottom lip. “I was going to go for a walk.”

“I’ll join you.” I step into the hallway as she nervously nods, still trying to keep her gaze from mine.

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