Page 122 of Ward Willing
I’d enlisted the help of Orion and Chase to plan this weekend with Zoe, and Orion knows that we won’t be staying long tonight. In fact, the last two nights I’d helped him with the bar, he’d given me lessons on bondage—something I want to try with Zoe this weekend. I’d practiced with the leather restraints a few times in front of Orion, and he gave me pointers on what to be aware of. I feel prepared, but I’m also worried as fuck about accidentally hurting her.
“Of course,” Zoe says sweetly. “This place is amazing.”
“Do you want something to drink?” he asks, arching one brow at me. “Non-alcoholic of course, since you’re underage.”
Zoe pouts. “I suppose I’ll just have water.”
“Same for me,” I tell him.
Orion winks before grabbing two crystal tumblers and filling them with water. He’s soon occupied with another patron, so Zoe and I take our drinks and wander around in search of Miles and Stella, but they don’t appear to be here yet. I’m getting antsy, so with a hand on the small of Zoe’s back, I guide her to the only empty booth. She moves to sit down first, but I intercept her by sitting first and tugging her down onto my lap.
If we have to stay another fifty minutes, I may as well make it count.
She leans back against me as my fingers brush the hair off her shoulders. Leaning forward slightly, I kiss the tip of her ear and hear her hum with satisfaction.
“I’ve missed you, little rebel,” I tell her, my hands coming to her waist as she moves on top of me.
“You too,” she says, her voice a breathy pant.
I chuckle as my hands inch higher. Because we’re in public, I can’t do what I really want to do, but I can get her as worked up as possible, so that she can enjoy the rest of the evening. Besides, seeing her aroused is the best vision in the world. My index finger slowly drags down between her legs and back up, and her rapid breathing tells me she’s already there. I suppose we’ve technically had weeks of foreplay. Just as I shift my hips to line my cock against her, I hear someone gasp from nearby.
Zoe and I both turn to find Carolina, Elias’s sister, staring at us from a couple feet away.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I vaguely recall forwarding the opening invite to her.
And now that I’m watching her eyes take in Zoe sitting on my lap…
I can distinctly remember her responding that she was excited to see both of us.
The woman—a formidable human rights attorney who is single and childless by choice—glares at us.
No, glares atme.
After Elias died, I made it a point to check in with Carolina periodically. We mostly talk about Zoe, who is her only living relative, but we get along fine. There’s no bad blood between us at all. I used to wonder if Zoe would’ve been better off with Carolina instead of me after her parents died, but Elias was adamant about me being Zoe’s guardian.
The last thing I need is for her to find out about Zoe and I like this. I hadn’t really thought of how we’d broach the subject, but it would require careful planning to earn her blessing, because our relationship isn’t exactly something she’ll approve of right away—that’s something I’m certain of.
Instead of after careful planning, we’re apparently doing this now—as Carolina watches me fondling her nineteen-year-old niece.
This looks so,sobad, and when I open my mouth to explain, Zoe hops off my lap and rushes forward.
“Aunt Carolina! I didn’t know you would be here,” she says. I can hear the slight tremor in her voice.
Carolina pulls away and looks between Zoe and me, eyes narrowing. “What the hell is this?” she asks.
My blood turns cold.
Because it’s not Carolina repeating those words back to me in my mind.
It’s Elias.
“Maybe we should talk,” I say calmly, standing and holding my hands up in a surrendering motion.
“Please tell me I did not just walk in on you feeling Elias’s daughter up,” she adds, her voice turning colder with every word.
