Page 26 of Stepson

“I have to go,” I whisper.

“Then go,” he whispers back.

My lips twist into a smile as I giggle. “Okay, this is me going.” But I don’t move a muscle.

“You’re still here.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He groans. “You’re still apologizing, Bentley. What do I have to do to get you to stop doing that? You don’t owe anyone an apology.” He leans back, biting his bottom lip. “Should I make you scream again?”

Jesus.

“I—I, um, should probably… yeah, I’m going now.”

Laughing, he steps down from the running board and winks at me.

“Then go,” he repeats with that fucking handsome smirk again.

I blow him a kiss and take off before I change my mind. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I have a feeling I’m going to lose my mind the longer he stays here, and I can’t truly have him. Looking in the rearview mirror, I catch Gabe watching me go with a small smirk still on his lips. Tearing my gaze away, I continue toward the gate and blow out a breath.

Gabe Price, you’re going to destroy me in the best way possible.

Chapter fifteen

Gabe

Watching her drive away after I remind her how I can make her feel puts a grin on my face. Those little fucking dresses she wears is going to kill me. And no panties again?! I damn near passed out when I touched her bare. My dick easily grew two sizes in my shorts because of it. She better not take too long on her little errand.

Heading inside, I run up to my room and take a quick shower. It was never broken, I just wanted to use Bentley’s to drive her wild.

It’s nearly impossible not to jerk myself off again with thoughts of a panty-less Bentley, but I refrain from doing so. When she returns, I’ll let her see and feel just how much she affects me.

But as I step out and dry off, I remember whose shower I’m in and my blood boils. I can’t help but feel like my dad had this planned all along. That prick hates my fucking guts, so I wouldn’t put it past him. Does he know about our night in the Jeep? I never said a word about her to anyone but my old buddy who sent me back my box of goodies. Fuck, the only real reason he knew about her was because he was there that night. I wanted to keep her a secret for this exact reason. I didn’t trust my dad to not fuck it up for me.

Seven years behind bars does something to a person, but for me, all I thought about was fucking her again and strangling my dad. One of those came true. The other will if I see him mistreat her in any way.

How could she have married him? I can see it all over her face that she doesn’t love him. So why does she stay? Granted, I don’t know her all that well, but I can’t see her marrying him simply because he’s loaded. Nah, Bentley doesn’t seem like the type at all. Did he blackmail her?

“Mr. Price?”

Maggie’s voice breaks me from my thoughts as I finish drying off, tossing on my sweats before I stick my head out.

“Just getting out of the shower. Can I help you with something?”

Her eyes look anywhere but at me as she nervously nibbles on her bottom lip. “I just have something to speak to you about, Mr. Price. If you have a moment.”

Weird. Is it just me, or is she acting a bit funny?

“Um, yeah, give me a second.” I shut the door and throw on a tee before I open the door and join her in my bedroom.

She still won’t look at me, and as I sit on the edge of the bed to put on some socks, I see something behind her back.

“What do you got there, Maggie?” I ask, nodding toward her hand behind her back.

“I, um, found these this morning, Mr. Price.” She pulls my briefs from behind her back as I curse beneath my breath.

“Shi, where did you get those?”

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