Sadie“Of course you do,” he growled. He placed a kiss between my breasts and then continued down my belly. He reached my panties and curled his fingers around them to tug them down my legs. I felt his breath on my sensitive sex, and it made me shiver.“Cyrus,” I whispered. “Don’t tease me. Please.”“Don’t worry, baby,” he replied, glancing up at me. “I don’t have the patience for that today.”With that, he lowered his head and buried his face between my legs. I let out a strangled cry as he began licking and sucking at me in earnest. My hands found his hair and my fingers tangled in the strands. It felt so, so good. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning loudly as he practically feasted on me.“You taste so sweet,” he growled, momentarily lifting his head to look up at me. “I’m going to grow addicted to this. To you.”I might have already been addicted to him, but I didn’t say so out loud. There was a part of me clinging to the walls around my heart that he had been bulldozing his way t
Cyrus“How does a scumbag like that just disappear? Help me understand this, Caleb!”I heard Caleb sigh through the phone. It had been several days since Megan, Sadie, and I had arrived at the country estate. I had expected a more optimistic report from Caleb by this point, but I was disappointed to find that he and his team hadn’t come any closer to finding Ralph than the night he’d shown up outside Megan’s window. It was frustrating as hell, and I simply didn’t understand how it was possible for the bastard to just disappear.“We’ve been scouring the city, hitting up all his old haunts and acquaintances,” Caleb told me. "Nobody’s seen him.”“Bullshit,” I spat. “His junkie friends are covering for him. Why would they give him up?”“I don’t know why they’d bother hiding him,” Caleb countered. “No one we talked to is overly fond of Ralph, and we offered generous incentives to anyone who could point us in the right direction.”“What kind of incentives?” I grumbled.“Well, it depended on
SadieThe morning after Cyrus and I had made love in the library, I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect from him. I woke up in my bed, alone. He had been with me when I’d fallen asleep, but should I have been surprised he wasn’t there in the morning?I wasn’t sure, but it hurt waking up and feeling abandoned. I got out of bed and got dressed and ready for the day, then cautiously made my way out of my room to wake Megan up for breakfast. Her door was just a few down from mine, but before I reached it, I heard a throat clear behind me.“Good morning.”I stopped, my whole body going rigid with surprise and tension. Slowly, I turned around and found Cyrus standing just a few feet away. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, and I felt my mouth literally begin to water as I stared at him.He smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”Remembering how to breathe, I cleared my throat and said, “Sorry…you startled me.”He tilted his head and took a few steps closer to me. “Clearly. I was ju
SadieI didn’t want to stop. I wanted to push him over the edge, so I defiantly kept going.With a growl, he finally gripped my hair and held my head still. Moving back, he slipped himself from my mouth, and I looked up at him, ready to protest.The words died on my tongue. The need blazing in his eyes stole my breath.“Stand up,” he growled.I did. He immediately picked me up into his arms. I let out a surprised squeak.“Cyrus…” I gasped.“You’ve got me all worked up,” he said, turning to my bed. “Now you’ve got to deal with it.”I let out a laugh and clutched his shoulders to bring him in for a kiss. He laid me on the bed and followed me down onto it, and we lost ourselves to each other once again.***The next few days passed much like that first one after our encounter in the library. As I went about my day, Cyrus would flirt with and tease me. We were careful not to do anything in front of Megan. I understood why we were keeping our blossoming romance from her, but there was a pa
SadieI laughed softly and reached up to touch the side of his face with my fingertips.“You are romantic,” I murmured. “And sweet and kind. You put on this tough guy act all the time, but you’re just a big teddy bear on the inside.”“How dare you.” He chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss.When we moved apart from each other again, I released a long sigh.“Can I ask…will we be going back to the city soon?”He furrowed his brow. “You want to go back?”I shrugged and looked around us. “Not necessarily. It’s lovely here, and Megan is doing so well, but…we can’t hide from our real lives forever. You know that as much as I do.”He nodded and shoved a hand through his hair.“When it’s safe, we’ll go back,” he said in a slightly sharper tone.I sighed. “Cyrus, that isn’t an answer, and you know it.”“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he replied with a scowl. “I can’t predict what I have no control over.”I didn’t want him to get upset, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment for us. Howev
“I know,” he replied, crawling up my body and kissing me once more. “I don’t want you to get off just yet, though. I want to make this last…and I want to be inside you when you do come.”I felt my cheeks flush at his words and my heart was beating so hard, I thought he had to hear it. He reached down to undo his pants and release his erection. I parted my legs wider and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaving myself completely open and vulnerable to him. He stared down at me, his eyes swirling with a heady mixture of lust and tenderness, as he slowly sank into me.My lips parted, and I gasped as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming and pleasurable but familiar at the same time. My body had grown used to his by that point. It welcomed his invasion with no resistance. When Cyrus had sunk into the hilt, he stopped and held himself still for several moments, his gaze never wavering from mine.“You feel so perfect,” he murmured. “Like you were made for me.”“When you say things like t
CyrusTwo days after my picnic with Sadie, I was working in my office on the estate, trying to focus on my work and not on how much I wanted to hunt her down right that moment and bend her over. I was coming to realize that I could grow dangerously addicted to the woman…and I didn’t want to do a damn thing about it. I was happy to be addicted to Sadie.Just as I was deciding to give into my desire to go and find her, my phone rang. It seemed as though Sadie was being saved by the bell…for the moment.Picking up my phone, I saw that it was my assistant back at the New York office.“Hello?” I answered the call. “What can I do for you, Brenda?”“I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” she replied in her usual no-nonsense tone. “But I’m afraid we’ve had an issue arise, and we need you to come back to the city.”“What? What are you talking about?” I growled. “What’s going on?”“I’m afraid the executives over at Micourt are stalling in the merger deal,” she told me. “They’re refusing to move forward
Cyrus“You listen to Sadie while I’m gone, all right. Be a good girl.”Megan nodded, her big eyes wide as she stared up at me. Morning had come far too quickly, and I was getting ready to hit the road back to the city. Sadie and Megan were standing in the driveway next to my car to tell me goodbye. Megan was still in her pajamas, and Sadie wore a pair of yoga pants and a tank top I desperately wanted to rip off her. She gazed at me with a worried expression, but I could tell she was trying not to let her anxiety show in front of Megan.“Will you come back soon, Uncle Cyrus?” Megan asked, reaching up to grab my hand. “I don’t want you to go.”I gave her a tender smile and lowered myself, so I was squatting in front of her.I patted her head and said, “I’ll only be gone a day or two. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m gone.”She stuck out her bottom lip. “Yes, I will.”I chuckled and nodded. “All right, maybe you will because you’re a very smart girl. You’ll have Sadie, though. You tw
We sit out on his back terrace, enjoying the perfect, early June weather, and his wife, Cynthia, brings out a tray of cocktails and joins us for one round. Cynthia is a sweet woman, beautiful and accomplished, a loving mother to their daughter, Sarah, and son, Robert, but I feel a little sad for her, knowing how little Bob cares for her. She’s dressed smartly, in a blouse and skirt, and her martinis are as perfect as their beautifully-appointed house. Everywhere are signs of Cynthia trying, and Bob not trying at all.After the first drink, she excuses herself, clearing the glasses and bringing two more martinis out for Bob and I before politely disappearing into the house.“She’s lovely,” I say to Bob—purposefully goading him, I think. Or at least trying to put in a word in her favour.“Hmm?” He refocuses his eyes on me. “Cynthia? Oh yeah, she’s great.” He’s blasé and indifferent.We talk about work, and his daughter’s upcoming wedding, and the other Cynthia, the one from the office.
I sigh and let my hands flop over my head, knowing I should change my panties, which are so soaked they’re beginning to get cold, and wonder if I’ll ever hear Xavier knock on the door.In the past—before Saturday, when everything changed—Xavier was never one to sweep things under the rug, always believing that communication was the most important thing. But now that I’ve come on to him, now that I’ve seduced him, all bets are off, it seems.After a while, I get up and finish my homework, watch TV on my laptop, and text Christine for hours about nothing. Xavier never knocks on my door.Around midnight, the house deathly quiet, I creep downstairs and find a plate of chicken, rice and asparagus carefully wrapped up in the fridge for me.I feel abandoned by Xavier, and sad. But at least it’s better than the apartment, I think, digging into the chicken. At least here there’s food.#Xavier #Fuck my life.For the rest of the week, I’m unable to face Hazel. I’m paralyzed by what happened,
HazelFUCK.Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.I swing my bedroom closed behind and then lean my back against it—my breathing coming hard and my palms sweaty.Not me who just walked in on my stepfather in the shower.Not me who just saw…Oh my God.After a minute, I manage to push myself off the door and stumble over to my bed, where I sit down in a daze.I can’t get the mental image out of my mind. His dick in his hand, and……Oh my God.He was ejaculating. Holy fuck, he was ejaculating and seeing him in that abject sexual posture is the single most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.I will never get this mental image out of my mind.I wouldn’t want to.Laying down on my bed, looking up at the rough, untreated wooden ceiling, an electric sexual heat is pulsing through me. My nipples, rubbing lightly against the fabric of my bra as they harden, are exquisitely sensitive. Heat is pooling down below. I want to have some release but I don’t know how, exactly. It’s never work
I screw my eyes tight, suppressing a scream, and when I open them I take a deep, calming breath.Don’t panic, I tell myself. They’re just dirty thoughts. You haven’t gone too far.Yet.What I did was bad, and wrong. There’s no justifying it. But it could’ve been worse. At least it didn’t go any further.Picking Hazel up from school is agony. We barely speak in the car. I’m all business—professional Dad. And I know it’s breaking her heart but I don’t know what to do about it. I can barely control my lust around her. It takes everything in my power to push the beast down.When we get home, Hazel heads up to her bedroom and I take chicken out of the fridge and marinate it before heading up to mine. She usually does her homework at the dining room table; I usually work in the den. But I guess we both need privacy from each other as we try to sort out what the fuck is happening.I open up my laptop and catch up on a few emails before undressing and running a hot shower. There are signs of
Xavier “hey, man.” comes Bob’s voice from the doorway to my office.I look up from my desk in surprise to see my partner Bob leaning in the doorway. I was so deep in thought I didn’t even notice him open the door.“Hey…” he says again, more gently this time. His expression changes to one of concern. “You all right, man? You have a late night or something?”Christ. I must look like shit.“Yeah,” I say half-heartedly. “Couldn’t sleep last night.”He nods, only partially concealing his concern. “That’s rough, man. You’ll have a good sleep tonight if you power through today.”“Yup,” I run my fingers through my hair, wondering how tired I really look. I don’t think I even looked in a mirror this morning.“Hey, uh, apparently Sarah needs the name of your plus-one?”“Huh?” For a moment I really have no idea what he’s talking about. All I can think about is how much I want him to leave.“For the wedding,” he prompts. “It’s next month, remember?”“Oh, right, of course.” I shake my head quickl
He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back, and I part my lips slightly to take in a breath. That’s when I feel his hand come around my back, and the unthinkable happens.He kisses me back.Long, slow, and languorous, his mouth moves over mine until our lips part and I feel his tongue stroke into my mouth.It’s crazy. It’s unthinkable. And it’s so sweet, I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to. He moves slowly, kissing me tenderly, but there’s an urgency in the firmness of his hand against my back and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. My body roars to life, heat spreading over my skin and rushing down between my legs.With his other hand, he cups the back of my neck, threading fingers into my pinned up hair, and when I tilt my hips, intending to straddle his lap, he helps lift me. Melanie’s sheath dress rolls up my thighs as I place one on either side of Xavier, so that I can feel his crotch through the thin layer of my panties and my legs are fully exposed. I’m wearing the last pair
HazelWe wait in silence for the valet to pull the car up, and when he does, Xavier tips him and walks over to the driver’s side. He doesn’t open the door for me, or give me a smile, or even so much as flash a glare at the valet when he clearly runs his eyes over my body, checking me out.I’m still reeling from the moment in the restaurant.Xavier is jealous? Of Kye?But now it’s as if nothing’s happened, and the functioning part of my brain kicks in to remind me that there’s no way my stepfather was going to say something inappropriate to me, and I’m fucked up for even thinking and hoping so.Isn’t it more likely, I torment myself, that he meant ‘jealous’ about something else, and you misunderstood it and now he’s angry?We drive in uncomfortable silence for a while until Xavier finally speaks. His tone is casual, fatherly, like no weird moment has passed between us.“I hope you had a nice birthday, sweetheart,” he says.“The nicest, thank you.” My fingers reach up and clasp the diam
She rolls her eyes up to the crystal chandelier above us. “Ugh, he’s a jerk,” she groans. The idea that he’s been a jerk to her makes me equally angry and relieved. That fucking kid. But at least he’ll be out of her life now.“Hmm,” I say nonchalantly. It’s not my place to get involved. I take a sip of my drink and look out across the room. The restaurant is filling up and there’s a hub of noise and activity in the centre, but the padded booth seems to muffle the sound somewhat. Our table is at a peaceful remove.I make a few suggestions to Hazel and when the waiter comes back I order for us. Oysters and champagne to start, then the braised beef cheek for me and the pan-roasted chicken for Hazel. I soften my stance on alcohol and let her share my champagne when the oysters arrive.She’s never had oysters before, but approaches them gamely, cringing slightly the first time the cool, slippery flesh slides down her throat but then smiling and widening her eyes with pleasure at the salty
Xavier The sight of Hazel coming down the stairs is like a punch to the gut. For a moment, the breath is knocked out of me.She’s unbelievable. She’s perfect.She’s…Melanie?She looks like a grown-ass woman. Like her mother, actually. In a tight white dress, with her curls loosely pinned up, and high heel shoes that emphasize the shapely, grown-up musculature of her legs, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Strikingly similar to Melanie, but so much……better, I can’t help but think. She’s my Hazel. Silly, brilliant, and loving. She grins at me, her smile bright and wide, and I melt.“How do I look?” she asks, holding her arms out to give me the full view.Like your mother, I almost answer. I’ve seen this dress before, and suddenly I have a vivid memory of Melanie in it—at a party for my partner, Bob, just before Mel and I broke up. It’s the last dress I ever saw her in.“You look incredible,” I say sincerely.Following her out to the car, I can’t take my eyes off of her. S