Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Holy fuck.
They’re so damn small. Just a little mound for each breast with peaked, dark pink matching nipples. All I’ve ever known are big breasts or Leah’s fake ones.
“What?” she asks, breathless. “What’s wrong?”
I tentatively run my thumbs over her pert breasts, teasing her nipples. “Nothing. I’ve never seen something so beautiful is all.”
Then, because I need to taste them, I slide my hands to her narrow waist and lift her so that her nipple is near my mouth. She hisses the second my tongue flicks out and licks her sensitive nub.
“These are perfect,” I rumble. “So fucking perfect.”
Her fingers thread into my hair and she tugs as I suck her entire breast into my mouth. A hunger burns deep in my gut—to devour every part of her. My mouth waters as I wonder what she tastes like between her thighs.
This is bad.
Like fuck it is.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever done in all my life.
My mind argues but my body and heart are distracted by this sweet thing. I run my tongue between her breasts up to her neck and then suck on the skin there too. She moans, her entire body trembling, as I mark her pretty neck.
I’m going to fuck her, aren’t I?
The realization that I’ve already deluded myself into thinking this is a good idea should make me pause. However, I do the exact opposite, and I slam my foot on the gas, eager to take her to another destination. Perhaps my bed?
She grinds her pussy over my cock in such a needy way I’m already aching to come. I’ll feel like an idiot if I come in my boxers. I’d rather come inside of her.
Now that thought has me moaning.
I bet she’s so fucking wet.
“Owen,” she whines. “I need…”
“I know, angel, me too.”
More, more, more.
I grunt when she tugs at the waistband of my boxers, eager to let her have what she wants.
And then I hear it.
The sound of the big garage door opening.
It’s like we’ve been doused with ice water.
Mei scrambles off me, nearly tumbling backward into the fire. I snag her arm, steadying her. Her eyes are wide and wild.
“I’ll handle it. Go to bed,” I murmur, stealing a quick kiss on her swollen lips. “Goodnight.”
She flashes me a quick smile, snags her sleep shirt off the floor, and disappears right as the door to the house from the garage opens. I’m expecting to see Jin, but instead, my oldest son stumbles in.
“Hey, Dad,” Rhett says roughly. “Why are you in your underwear by the fire?”
Before I can come up with a reasonable excuse, he staggers over to me and plops down on the blanket beside me. He reeks of alcohol.
“Where have you been? And please tell me you didn’t drive.”
He playfully punches my arm but he’s athletic and it kind of fucking hurts. I grunt but wait with an arched eyebrow for my answer.
“Dude,” he slurs. “I got a ride home. All good.”
“Glad to hear that. Have you been making good decisions?”
It feels hypocritical to even ask him such a thing. I’m the worst decision maker in this house presently.
“I dunno.” He swipes his hand down over his face and sighs. “Sometimes I fuck up, Dad.”
This statement makes my gut clench. At least my boner has subsided now that I don’t have my stepdaughter rubbing her pussy all over it.
“How?”
“Dunno.” He shrugs. “I just make stupid mistakes when it comes to women.”
So, it’s a Monahan problem I’ve passed on to my son. Fucking great.
“Preaching to the choir, Rhett. Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.” He turns his half-lidded eyes on me and grins. “Were you and the wifey having sexy times? Did I interrupt?”
It’s obvious I wasn’t here alone since there are two mugs, but I was hoping he’d be drunk enough not to notice.
“Bit more complicated than that. We can grab lunch or something tomorrow and talk. When you’re not about to pass out.”
He clumsily fist bumps me like that’s a great idea and I’m thankful. I don’t want to have this conversation with my drunk son. However, I do want to confide in him. Maybe hearing my stupid shit will help him feel better about his own.
“Rhett,” I call out when he’s almost to the steps.
“Mmm?”
“I love you, kiddo.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
As my mind drifts back to Mei, I can’t help but be saddened. Her mother doesn’t give her the affection and attention I give my children.
I would go hug her again if I trusted myself not to take off the rest of her clothes.
And I do not trust myself.
Chapter 8
Mei
I’ve been rejected. Again.
Okay, so maybe that’s a little dramatic, but it certainly feels that way. Owen doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body, however, his avoidance after last night hurts.
It really, really hurts.
His smiles this morning for his children and Penny are real and genuine. He has trouble looking at me, though. Shame contorts his features into something unrecognizable anytime our eyes meet. The man wears his emotions for all to read and he’s struggling with what happened.