Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
“I’m about to come, Elena. You come with me, okay? Let me fill you.”
“Y-yes.”
My thrusts become wild and uncoordinated. I’m just driving into her with everything I have as my finger finds her clit again to help her along. She trembles when the first spurt of come coats her walls.
“Ride it out, Elena. Ride it out on my cock. Come for me, baby.”
Spots of color dance before my eyes as I come harder than I’ve ever had. I fill her as she pulses around my cock, her hips moving as I soften inside her.
God, she’s perfect. This is perfect. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this. Forever and ever.
4
ELENA
I wait for the guilt to come, but it doesn’t. Regret? None. Shame? None.
In broad daylight, I expect to feel the full gravity of what Evan and I did last night. I expect to feel shame and the desire to dig a hole for myself and stay there for the rest of my life.
I don’t.
As he slides a hand across my bare stomach and cups my breast, I only feel happiness. When he cups my face and kisses me softly and slowly, butterflies flutter in my belly.
Why did I have to fall for him of all people? Why did my heart jump at the sight of him? Why did I feel so darn happy and contented when he held me after he fucked me senseless?
I can’t explain it, but I know, deep in my core, this goes beyond sex. I can actually picture it in my head—him and me together for the rest of our lives.
Of course, that is, if we’re both brave enough to hold our heads high as we see all the judgmental people turning their noses up at us. And there will be plenty.
You don’t sleep with your stepdad. Period. But I did and I loved it, and I would do it again and again without remorse.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Evan says as he puts a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. He’s been cooking for me whenever he can, but he needs to go back to work when I leave.
Leave.
God. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I have my plane ticket ready, and in a few days, I’ll be across the country from him.
We haven’t talked about our future. We’ve been skirting the issue, and none of us is looking forward to opening up about it.
“Do you think Mom hates us? You know, with what we did.”
Evan sits across from me, his eyebrows knitting together. “Your mom wasn’t a hateful woman. She was still in love with your dad, and she always told me she wouldn’t stop me from pursuing anyone I liked, even while we were married.”
“She said that?”
“Yeah. She even went so far as to introduce women to me.”
“That’s weird because you were still married to each other.”
“That’s what I told her.”
“She and Dad loved each other so much that when he died, a part of her died too. It was me who urged her to remarry, even if it’s just for companionship. I just never thought she’d go with someone younger than her.”
Evan smiles. “I know. She told me that, too.” He adds milk to his tea and stirs it, his eyes never leaving my face. “Listen, your mom said you don’t know how to drive.”
“God, she really told you everything, huh?”
“She did. So, I have a couple of days off. What do you say about free driving lessons?”
I want to say no, simply because I hate driving with all of my being, but I also want to go outside with Evan and spend as much time with him as I can. “Fine. It doesn’t mean I will actually drive, though.”
He takes a sip of his tea and smirks. “We’ll see.”
Three hours later, I’m pretty sure Evan is almost at the end of his rope. His frustration at my lack of interest is almost palpable, and I laugh to myself.
The vacant lot stretches before us, and beyond it, the road is empty. I’ve been here before, back when I was in high school. We used to hang out here because it’s away from everything and everyone else.
“Why don’t you buy a bigger car, Evan? This Fiat is too small for you.”
At this, the side of his mouth quirks upward. “You’re too small for me, but you take me so well. Same with this car.”
“Oh, God. How dare you compare me to your car?”
“You started it.”
I stare at him in disbelief until an idea comes to me. I rest my hand on his knee and slowly slide it upward. “How about I sit on your lap?”
5
EVAN
“Elena, if you do that, there won’t be any driving lessons happening anymore. Besides, this car isn’t tinted. Anyone can see us.”
I should’ve known Elena wouldn’t listen. Even as I growl at her, she crosses the center console—her elbow on my cheek and her knee almost hitting my family jewels—and settles on my lap, fanning her skirt around her, her hands on the steering wheel.