She’ll make my life hell, and keeping things a secret with Taylor will be near impossible. The right thing to do would be to get a grip of myself, put last night in a box of the most incredible nights of my life, and then put it away, let her and her mom go and move on.
But I just don’t think that’s possible.
I hear Brandi downstairs, being intentionally loud as she packs up her things. With a sigh, I stretch and get out of bed. Time to go face the music.
“Is it okay if I come up to the bedroom now?” she asks. Normally, there would be a sarcastic, hateful tone in her voice, but not today. Today she’s putting on her sweet-innocent-girl tone to play on my sympathies. But she’s not the sweet-innocent-girl in this house. That girl is sleeping soundly in the guest room.
“Brandi, I’ve decided to let you stay.”
If only I had a camera, because the look on her face is priceless.
“Bullshit,” she says. “Wait, seriously?”
“Seriously. But we won’t be sleeping together, Brandi. Not after what you did. I’ll be filing for a divorce as well, but you can live here, your daughter can live here, and I’ll keep paying her tuition for whatever school she goes to.”
This isn’t what she was expecting. “But, Rick, why?”
“Your daughter shouldn’t have to pay for her mother’s sins,” I reply. “But you and I, Brandi? We’re over.”
“Rick—”
No, that’s enough. She’s not mine anymore, thank God, and I don’t have to have this conversation. I leave the room and head into the kitchen and make myself some oatmeal with blueberries and go out onto the back deck and breathe in the morning air.
No matter what happens, I have to protect Taylor. Whether it’s from her mom or from the press, I can’t let our relationship go public. I could handle the blows. I’ve been known as a bit of a playboy to many, so being involved with my stepdaughter wouldn’t surprise people. But Taylor…I can only imagine the things they would say about her.
I can feel her presence in the house like gravity, pulling at me, telling me to go into the guest room and take her again. But I can’t. Not with Brandi around. And it’s not like she’s got a job to go to either. She could be here all day, and I don’t know if I can wait that long for another taste of my gorgeous stepdaughter.
I go into my office and find a piece of paper and a pen. As I scrawl my number down, I feel like I’m her age again, passing notes in class to my crush and waiting to see what happens. But she’ll call. Of course she will. I’m not winning her over; she’s already mine.
I wait until Brandi’s upstairs before going to the guest room. Thankfully, Taylor left the door open a crack, so I quickly toss the note inside. It lands on her shoulders. When she wakes she’ll see it, and then we’ll plan our getaway.
My morning work seems to drag on for hours as I keep glancing at my personal cell phone for Taylor’s text. But I must have really worn her out last night, because it doesn’t come until 11:30.
“Gotta go, guys,” I tell my branch in Boston. “We’ll finish this tomorrow.”
I hang up the call and find a smiley emoji from Taylor. We quickly exchange texts and come up with our cover story. I get ready, and when I meet her in the living room, I almost trip over myself.
Somehow, she’s even more beautiful than last night. Even her mother notices.
“Why are you glowing, Taylor? Is that new makeup or something?”
Taylor shrugs, flashing me a quick glance. “I don’t know. The house is a little warm. Maybe I’m sweaty.”
“No.” Brandi shakes her head. She may be a cheater, but she’s not stupid. “No, that’s glowing, and I know what glowing means. Did you sneak a boy over here last night?”
“Mom, no!”
“Don’t lie to me, young lady!” Brandi snips.
“She didn’t, Brandi,” I interject. “The security system would have recorded an entry.”
Her mom accepts this explanation but persists with her questioning.
“Then you were sexting,” she accuses. “Do I have to take your phone?”
“I wasn’t sexting, mom!” Taylor groans. “And even if I was, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I can do that!”
I chuckle as they argue. Her mom is right; she is glowing, and it is because of last night. The only thing she got wrong was thinking she snuck a boy over. But what other alternative would there be? In what world would she expect her daughter to be sleeping with her stepdad?
“All right, why don’t we all relax,” I finally say. “Taylor was saying she’d like some art in her room, so I thought I’d take her to the stores. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Da—”
I wince as she almost lets the cat out of the bag.
“We’re not done here,” Brandi protests.
“Give it a rest, would you?” I say as I take Taylor by the hand and pull her toward the door, trying to look like a stepdad eager to leave the house and not like her new lover. “We’ll be back later, and you can yell at her some more then.”
“I’m sorry my mom’s a bitch,” she whispers as I close the door.
“Don’t say that. She is still your mom.”
Taylor shakes her head as we go to the garage. “I didn’t realize this would be so complicated.”
“I did.” I grin. “But, beautiful, I was powerless to resist you.”
As we climb into the Ferrari, I realize I’m already half-mast beneath my pants. Taylor’s wearing yoga pants again that I almost want to tell her to change out of because of how revealing they are. Just the thought of other men seeing her gorgeous body fills me with a jealous rage.
“I’ve never been in a car like this before,” she whispers as we pull away from the house. “Kind of feel like a baller.”
“A baller!?” I laugh. “Did you really just say that?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she giggles, leaning her head on my shoulder. And then she sees my bulge. “Mmm, what’s that?”
“That? That’s for you, beautiful.”
“What are you saying, Daddy? What do you want me to do?”
Her eyes are filled with lustful obedience. Popping her cherry really did make a whole new woman out of her. “I want you to suck it, beautiful.”
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, which is now full-mast and aching. She bites her lip in hesitation, then wraps her small hands around the shaft.
“Two hands,” I tell her. When she hears that, her eyes light up. She takes it, opens her mouth, and goes down on it.
Fuck, she’s a natural. How is that possible? No teeth, not rough. Perfect.
“Christ, beautiful. You give amazing head. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Her eyes twinkling, Taylor pulls my cock from her mouth and smiles. “I like to study. So I studied online. Did it pay off, Daddy?”
One hand on the wheel, the other on the back of her neck, I grin and growl. “You’re damn right it did. Now don’t stop. We only have a few minutes before we get to the stores.”
I wish I could just sit there and admire the back of her head as she goes to work on me, but I have to focus on the road. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she strokes my shaft with both hands, jerking me off, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm.