Page 41 of Stepson

"Mr. Gabe! Where are you two? We're about to leave for the evening and neither of you are here. Mr. Price has called several times now looking for Ms. Bentley."

I scratch the back of my neck, grinning from ear to ear with memories of what Bentley had just done to my ass less than an hour ago.

"Yeah, about that… we won't be coming home tonight. Make sure nobody says anything or just make up a story. Can you do that for me?"

She sighs into the phone. "Oh, Mr. Gabe, that's asking a lot of me. Do you have any idea what Marcus would do to me if he found out I was lying for you?"

"I know, I know, but I need you to do a solid for me. Tell Marcus that I'm out with some old friends, he'll love that, and then tell him Bentley is in bed with a migraine." I grin, knowing she no doubt uses that excuse from time to time to get out of sleeping with him. Women love that excuse, even if it isn’t true.

"Okay, but you owe me."

"With my life. We'll be home first thing in the morning. Separately, of course."

She mumbles something unintelligible into the line before it goes dead. The shower turns off, and I quickly toss my phone on the bedside table and sit on the end of the bed, kicking off my boots. I swear I have a permanent grin on my face from Bentley. That woman completely surprised me tonight in the best way possible.

A moment later, the bathroom door opens and she comes out wrapped in a towel smiling at me. I could literally stare at her for hours and never grow tired of it. Her long brunette hair falls to the middle of her back, clinging to her skin from its dampness, but it’s her perfectly fair skin that gets me every time. She’s absolutely perfect in every aspect of the word, and I hate how she isn’t truly mine.

“Enjoy the shower?” I ask with a grin still plastered on my face.

"I did," she replies with a small smile. "Your turn?"

I want to tell her I don't want to wash her off of me, but that would be gross, wouldn't it? Sauntering up to her, I grab her face and tilt her head up so I can plant my lips on her sexy, plump ones. She tastes so good, and I’ll never grow tired of tasting her.

"I'll be quick. Order some room service if you want. Maybe check out what's on TV." I step back from her, hating to part even just for a moment.

I take the fastest shower I can and return to her naked; not ashamed of it one bit. She grins at me, biting her pinky nail as I crawl into bed next to her. It’s amazing to be able to join her in bed without worrying who might barge in and catch us. One day, we’ll be able to do this and not hide our relationship. Until then, this is the best I can do.

“Mmm, you smell good,” she purrs as she leans into me, smelling my neck.

“I bet I taste even better.” I wink at her as she leans back and giggles. It’s a lame attempt at getting her to suck my dick, but hey, I tried.

“Oh, I know you do.”

My mouth falls open as I gawk at her, a smirk creeping onto my lips. She can technically say that, can’t she?

“Dirty girl,” I whisper as I roll on top of her, pushing her shoulders to the bed as I loom over her.

My dick presses against the inside of her thigh as she spreads her legs for me, wrapping around my hips. She grins up at me, and I can’t stop myself from staring down at her. Bentley is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and one day I’ll stare into these eyes as she walks down the aisle to me before we exchange vows.

"Gabe," she whispers as her nails lightly drag across the flesh on my arms, sending goosebumps into my scalp.

"Tell me what you want, Bentley," I whisper back, hoping like hell she’ll say she wants me.

I mean, I know she does, but I want her to want me for more than just sex. If she’s willing to walk away from my father, I'll do everything in my power to make sure she knows she made the right decision.

Before she can reply, my phone starts ringing a particular ringtone, and I could kill Jeff for interrupting us right now. However, Jeff only calls when he’s in deep shit. The guy is a text freak and rarely picks up the phone to talk to someone so I know this is important.

"I'm sorry, babe, I have to take this." I kiss the tip of her nose before I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand. "This better be fucking good or—"

"Gabe!! Thank fucking God you answered, man! I'm in deep shit!"

It’s hard to hear him over the police sirens and barking dogs, but I know he’s running from his labored breathing.

"Whoa, man. What the fuck is going on?"

I look at Bentley over my shoulder as her brows furrow in worry. I shake my head at her, hoping I can make her believe everything’s okay. There’s no way she can’t hear what’s going on, though.

"I don't know, man. I sold some dope to these teenagers in the back alley and then I paid this dumb bitch to suck my dick in the bathroom. When we came out, the cops were there and they started shouting at me. I got the fuck out of there and now I'm on the run. I need you to come pick me up, man. You fucking owe me!!" He screams the last bit as I flinch.

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