I slept for a while, and when I woke up Dean was carrying me to the bathroom to take me into the shower. I was completely satisfied and didn’t care if he wanted to take me for a swim, much less a shower. I snuggled into his chest and placidly let him clean me.I looked up into his eyes, so beautiful and clear, and wanted to speak but he didn’t let me.“Later, baby. Later we’ll talk about what the future holds, what this might mean, and where we might all go together, but for now, we will explore each other, for now we find out what gets each other of the most. That’s all, alright?” He looked at me to check that I was on the same page.I nodded my head to agree.“Okay, good.” He smiled and we got out of the shower to dry off. When we walked back into the bedroom we found Vale naked with only the covers to hide his nudity, waiting for us with a smile. Sunlight gleamed in his light brown hair and I looked back at Dean, his hair darker since it was wet. It really was difficult to tell the
Dean was working on the ranch and Daisy and I was in bed, just holding each other and enjoying each other’s company. This was the thing I loved most about Daisy, I could always be me. I didn’t have to pretend or otherwise.“A penny for your thoughts,” her fingers were on my nose then they darted to my lips, and I knew where they were going so, I stopped her for a second. I just wanted to be in her company, as sexy as she was and she made me want to fuck her every second. For now, my cock needed a break, and apart from the first time we all did it, we hadn’t stopped or even spoken about the future.“You know, we never did tell you why we came home?”She moved on top of me, we’d turned her from being a virgin to a temptress in the short space of two weeks. I couldn’t believe we didn’t want to come. We shied away from being the one place we considered home, just too ashamed to face her and too afraid to face what could be waiting for us.“I know. The main reason was money…”“Oh.”I could
I’m in love with Clark Wells; I have been ever since my mom married his dad. That was two years ago. Now I’m twenty and still have a big crush on the billionaire. He’s every inch a man, and he’s off-limits because he’s forty-three and my stepbrother. He’s divorced and in desperate need of a nanny. I’m in desperate need of him and a job. I can’t tell him my secret. I will, in time. I hope once he sees all of me, he’ll love every inch, from my head to my toes, so he can forgive me for the secret that I’ve kept from him.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I had no choice. Mom had run off, and here I was with the one bag which held all my worldly belongings, while sitting on the bus to meet my stepbrother. I thought he would send a driver, but he reassured me he would meet me at the station. I was so embarrassed and had no one else to turn to. When mom married Heath Richards, everyone accused her of being a gold digger - even grandma. They said she was wrong for marrying someone nearly thirty years her senior just for his money. She said they were wrong. She told me that the wisdom gained through the years was the most attractive quality I could ever find in a man. One who knew how to take care of you and would do anything for you. She told me that could only be found in an older man. That man was Heath.Yet, as soon as the funeral was over, and the will was read, the sale of the house I used to live in went through, leaving me homeless, and the realtor told me about my fate. After a few days, I pic
I nearly hit two cars on the way home. I was so fucking excited, I didn’t even realize that everyone on her bus had left. When she called me last week, I was down. Real down. Amber’s a great housekeeper and all that. She’s taking care of me, given me everything I needed. Her husband was killed in a hit-and-run accident. Getting out of the city and selling all her belongings to live with me seemed to help heal her. It was great having a woman with me, who didn’t judge me or make me want to get lost in my work. I’d earned more money than I needed in a lifetime, enough not only for me, but for my child.I wanted to reach out to Olivia, but then my dad died, and I ran back into my shell, the destructive part of me again. The part I didn’t even know existed until I’d been humiliated not only once, but twice by my ex, Stephanie. I stood watching her, studying and wondering if God sent her to me as a sign. Olivia rang saying that she had no where to stay during the summer because the pen
“How was the ride?”“Fine.” I nodded as we stood in awkward silence. He seemed lost, the same way I was feeling. But he couldn’t be that way because of me. He was staring at me, long and hard. It was making me feel uncomfortable as the bus had left, and all the passengers at my stop had moved on. The only noise was passing traffic, my pulse racing and me trying to catch my breath. “Shall we?” he asked as he pointed to the car park, waking me up from my daze. I hesitated while I clutched my bag. It felt as if it weighed a ton, even if it only held my meager possessions. It made me feel pathetic, knowing I had nothing more. No more clothes or shoes waiting for me back home. I had no home. This was it. I was twenty, and my worldly possessions consisted of one bag, not even a case. We walked in silence as I followed him. He wore a suit, like he always did, even though it was the weekend. I wouldn’t be surprised if he popped into the office before coming to meet me. My stomach growled. I
We ate, and Olivia wasn’t shy about having her second helping. She didn’t know what a relief it was sitting with someone and eating with them. I hadn’t done it in a long time. “I’m stuffed.” I sighed as I rubbed my stomach, wanting to remove my belt. I felt as if I was about to explode. “I don’t think I can move. You don’t know what a relief it is to eat and not worry about someone telling you you shouldn’t eat anymore.”She put both her elbows on the table, with a look of concern on her face. “Yeah, I would know, but who would say that to you?”“My ex. Stephanie. She was always complaining about my weight. Working too hard. My receding hairline. She couldn’t find one thing not to complain about.”“So why did you marry her?”I froze, thinking she was the first person to ask me directly why I married her. I hated the words which were going to leave my mouth, even they was the truth.“To make myself feel better. People look at me and think, yeah he’s got money and all that, but nothin
“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly, and for a split second, he was shy. The man he used to be whenever he was around me. I had this effect on him. I thought maybe it was because I was a schoolgirl - I know some men have fetishes about it - or because I was his stepsister, so he had to be that way with me. Him asking for a kiss meant he saw me for what I was, a woman head over heels in love with him.I thought you’d never ask!“Yes…” He pulled my chair closer to him instantly, eagerly, and tilted my face up to his. Our lips brushed together, softly at first. Once, twice, then on the third kiss, he pressed his lips to mine harder, with more passion. I heard some sound that came from deep in his throat and groaned back. It felt so good to have him kiss me like that. He continued to kiss me until his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. Then I opened my mouth, eager to take this further. I’d never been kissed like this, but I knew how it was done, in theory. I followed his lead and twi