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I narrow my eyes at my stepmother. “I remember a very firm rule about no boys or girls spending the night when I was Dayton’s age.”
She rolls her eyes. “I would have said no here, too, except Tully said yes and her mom said yes, and I’m not responsible for either of them, but...” she grimaces a little and looks over to where Michael, a tall, broad man with supermodel features smiles wanly at Dad. “He’s going to be a problem.”
I look over his jean clad legs and polo shirt. “I can take him.”
Paloma laughs. “No, I mean...” she exhales softly, “I may have also agreed to have him over so he can meet Addie.”
“My Addie?” I blurt without thinking.
She winces. “It was before the conversation this morning. I was thinking if she meets someone in real life with an actual face...” she pauses to nibble on her bottom lip. “Shoot. Well, I better go face the music. Who knows, maybe they’ll hit it off.”
Paloma moves to greet her guests, and I stay where she leaves me, scowling at her back, pissed off at her for the first time in my life.
But it doesn’t last. A solitary movement in the doorway has already redirected my attention. My anger is a distant memory as the light from the house frames her perfect silhouette, outlining every delicious curve with such haunting precision I can’t breathe.
The dress, a thin sheet of fabric practically transparent with the light falls deep between the valley of her gorgeous breasts before the waist is cinched to fold the material in place around legs I would sell my soul to live between for the rest of my life. To finish it all off, high, black sandals are strapped to her feet.
She descends the stairs, one hand on the railing. The skirt shifts and sways, and parts up one leg. High.Highup. I can almost see her hip.
No panties.
Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts. The soft head of my cock grinds into the zipper of my pants. I want to adjust it but there’s no way without drawing attention.
As if sensing the danger she’s in, my helpless prey peers up through thick, dusky lashes. Her full, red lips curve as if she thinks I won’t fuck her right here on the table. Like I won’t bend her over, press her naked tits into the glass as I fuck her ass and fist all that beautiful riot of curls in my hand. I don’t care who watches as Addie begs me to fuck her harder. Let them watch as I claim her. Mark her right there as mine.
Not for my sake.
I know she belongs to me, but to certain fuckers who think they stand a chance taking her.
My Addie turns her feet as if prepared to come to me, to let me do all the things in my head when Michael appears in her path like a syphilis relapse with Paloma at his side. They stop her. They force her to stay and make small talk while I’m crackling with a rage, a violent madness that is making my vision darken.
If he touches her, I will drop kick his ass into the lake.
“Hey, why are you standing over here?”
Dad appears at my side, a glass of scotch in one hand and a pair of greasy tongs in the other. I don’t think when I reflexively take the drink and down it. It scorches a flaming path down the center of my chest to fuel the fire in my belly.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I hiss through my teeth, eyes never leaving Addie.
“Because you look like I’m going to need bail money ... and you finished my drink.”
I look down at the empty tumbler in my fingers and wince. “Sorry.”
He clears his throat. “You seem ... tense.”
“Nope,” I mutter like some petulant dick. “I’m fine. Just avoiding conversation.”
“That’s too bad. I was thinking you should come talk to your uncle for a bit and keep him busy.”
I hear the desperation in the statement and follow his gaze to where Grayson has cornered Clio. The girl looks like she wants to be anywhere but there as a fully grown man criticizes her plaid skirt, black t-shirt with a mesh top underneath, and big, chunky boots that go to her knees. Whatever he’s telling her has color rising under her white makeup.
“What the fuck is he saying to her?” I snap, and Dad sighs.
Grayson points to Clio’s sharp pixie cut and I’m ready to stalk over but Paloma has already beaten me. She slips between the two seamlessly and faces the stupid fuck with a sweet smile. The distraction is enough to help Clio slip away, leaving Paloma to take his shit.
“You need to stop inviting them,” I tell Dad. “They’re the worst kind of people.”
