Page 10 of Stepson

I wink at her as I run my hand through my hair. It’s cute how nervous she is after I just rocked her world. But as she walks away, I grin even harder. Her legs are wobbly, and she has a hard time making it to the back door.

I did that.

And I’m going to do it again and again and again.

Bentley thinks I don’t remember who she is, but how could I forget? She’s all I’ve thought about when I was alone at night in my cell. I used to beat myself up for letting this one go and not being able to call her. There were times I almost did, but I couldn’t ever bring myself to do it.

How could I call someone from jail? Surprise! The guy who rocked your world and his own is in prison. Will you wait for me?

Nah, that wouldn’t have been cool. So I never called.

Now I wished I had.

Her voice echoes out onto the patio as she tells the maid she was just getting some fresh air. I snicker, knowing she was getting air all right, but it wasn’t the kind she’s referring to. Then they speak of my father and every muscle in my body tightens.

Coming here after getting out of prison after my father put me there is a hard pill to swallow, but I have nowhere to go. I also have to stay out of trouble for the next six months or I’ll find myself right back behind bars where I don’t want to be. I’d bet Bentley doesn’t know about what my father did to me. And I’d bet money his marriage to her isn’t real either. The prick loves taking things from me. Now I’m going to take back what was mine, and still is, one delicious lick and fuck at a time.

Once it’s silent, I move out of the shadows and head back inside. A maid is cleaning up the table as I step inside, but when she gives me a nervous look and pulls her gaze away, it’s obvious she knows what Bentley wants to keep quiet.

I grin from ear to ear, knowing she won’t say a word to my father. I’ll make sure of it.

I step up to the maid and slide a finger over her bare arm. She’s a hot little thing, maybe around twenty-three-years old, and has been eyeballing me since I’ve arrived.

“You didn’t see a thing today, or any other day, did you?” I keep my voice low and raspy as she nods, keeping her eyes on the plates in front of her. “Good girl.”

Moving away, I leave the dining room in search of Bentley, feeling my dick bulge back to life just thinking about her. My dad will be gone for several days, so I have plenty of time to have fun with her until she’s mine again.

I’ll never be able to forget the night I met her. She was smoking hot in those tight jeans, white crop top, and black leather jacket. Her hair was long and wavy, nearly reaching her ass where my hand twitched to touch. But it was when she and her little friend came up to me and my buddies that I saw how truly gorgeous she was. And she only had eyes for me.

We all had several drinks and lots of laughs and flirting before I pulled her to me. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her for another second, and she let me. It was game on from there.

“Mr. Price, can you take these up to Mrs. Price? She forgot them.”

I turn to find Maggie, a maid who’s worked for my father since I was a teen. She raised me most of the time, but now she looks at me like I’m a stranger.

“You got it.”

I take the small stack of mail from her and head upstairs to find Bentley. I’ll give her this mail, but I’ll be giving her something else, too. She has no idea what I truly want to do to her body, but she’s about to find out.

She remembers who I am; it’s evident on her face, but I’ll keep my secret to myself for a bit longer. I don’t want her running off just yet.

But as I get to the top of the stairs, a loud crash comes from Bentley’s room and I take off running down the hall. I don’t knock before I nearly kick the door down, thinking she might have hurt herself.

“Bentley!”

She isn’t in the room as my eyes scan for her, but then she emerges from her closet looking shyly over at me.

“I, um, sorry…”

God, she’s gorgeous. Her hair is still a mess from our fucking in the garden, and her lips are pink and swollen from my mouth. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see those lips wrapped around my dick as I fuck her sweet mouth.

I toss the mail onto the dresser just inside the door and smirk at her. “You’re still apologizing,” I point out.

Her cheeks turn rosy pink as she looks down and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. I don’t remember her being this timid and shy when I first met her. No, she was a force to be reckoned with and made men drop to their knees in front of her. What the fuck has my father done to her?

“I’m sorry for that, too.”

Jesus.

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