Chapter 5

5

Bella

I ’m not giving up that easily.

In fact, now that I’ve gotten a taste of Joe’s experience, I’m hooked .

He’s not one of the bumbling, stumbling dumpster fires that my generation has to offer. He’s a man. He knows how to kiss and do it well. He anticipates when to pull back and when to delve deep. His hands are everywhere at once. Skilled hands. Rough, knowledgeable hands. And his dick. Is. Huge.

As a virgin, it makes me a little nervous, but everyone in the world seems to want a man packing heat, so I assume his size is going to come in handy. He could probably satisfy both me and Charlie, no problem.

Except I want him all to myself, so too bad.

I’ve shared everything with Charlie my whole life. I want Joe to myself. I want all of that grumpy intensity laser focused on me and only me. I want to kiss him without a time limit. I don’t want to take turns.

Mine.

Unfortunately, he hasn’t been home in three days. I’ve called the station and been informed by Wendy that he’s been sleeping at his desk or in his patrol car. Perhaps I should take this as a sign to back off, but his reticence to come home only encourages me. He’s avoiding us because he wants to finish what we started, and he thinks it’s wrong.

Well, I need to convince him otherwise, because I’ve never been so aware of the weight of my heart inside my chest. I loved Joe before as a father figure. Now that my body craves him, too, it’s like an implosion of physical lust and emotional adoration that is almost too intense to withstand. I need him to come home, hold me and make sense out of it. But if he’s not going to do that, I’ll have to go to him.

With Charlie out getting her nails done, there’s no better time to sneak away and get some alone time with my stepfather.

I turn in a circle, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, smoothing my hands down the tight rear end of my skirt. My gaze travels higher, over the neon pink bikini top I’ve decided passes as a shirt. It’s a ninety-six-degree August day, so if I was ever going to get away with that, it’s now. Not to mention, this town is well used to my antics. After my skinny-dipping arrest, they’ll probably count themselves lucky I’m wearing clothes at all.

With a final smirk at my reflection, I skip out of the room, but I stop in my tracks when I hear Joe’s police cruiser pull into the driveway that runs all the way alongside the house, ending in the backyard. He backs down the concrete strip and reverses into the rear yard, cutting out the engine. I tiptoe to the kitchen and watch through the window as he strips off his unform shirt and begins to hose down the vehicle.

He's washing his police cruiser.

Shirtless. Mature and weathered to perfection in the sunshine.

And obviously, because the car I share with Charlie isn’t in the driveway, he thinks no one is home.

“Oops,” I murmur, unbuttoning my skirt and letting it slink down my legs to the floor, leaving me in my matching micro bikini bottoms. “RIP Joe.”

The little string resting against the slit of my pussy is already soaked before I walk out of the kitchen and into the backyard. I take a moment to admire Joe’s husky, muscular body and his dozens of tattoos, before I cough to get his attention.

My stepdad does a double take, dropping the hose in his hand, his widening eyes skating down my nearly nude body. “Get inside right the hell now in that thing, Bella.”

I bite my lip, twisting side to side. “I’ll go inside if you come with me.” When he hesitates, a line snapping in his cheek, I laugh. “You just realized you’re safer out here.”

“Bella…” He seems to float in my direction without realizing it, wetting his lips as he gets closer. “What do you want from me?”

“Do you want a list?”

He tears his attention from my body and looks away, not bothering to hide the way he adjusts the fly of his uniform pants. “I can’t give you what you need.”

“Really?” Slowly, I saunter around back of my stepfather, approaching him from behind and reaching around to drag my nails down his pecs, his abdomen, gratified by his shuddering hiss. “Because I think you’re the only one who can.”

“You’re too young. You’re my stepdaughter.”

“I don’t care.

“You’re wasting time on me, when you could be out there finding Mr. Right.”

“You’re the only man who has ever made me feel right. Like I’m a good girl with an even better heart. Potential. Like I’m worthy of love.” My hand slides down to play with his belt buckle and he stops breathing. “My heart always knew it was you. My body just had to catch up. And it has.” I tug on the leather belt strap, going up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m a big girl, Joe. Enjoying me is legal. I’m asking you for it.”

His breath is coming faster now. “It might be legal, but it’s still wrong. I’m the closest thing you girls have got to a father. I’m not going behave like a bastard for the sake of satisfying this…lust.”

Keeping my body pressed tight to Joe’s, I drag myself around to the front of him, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “But what about satisfying mine?” I outline one of his tattoos with my index finger. “What if I give up and go away…and then someone else satisfies me?”

A muscle flicks in his cheek, his nostrils flaring.

I wait for a response, but he seems unable to unclench his jaw to form one.

“While you’re making up your mind…” I turn around so I’m facing away from Joe, slowly bending forward to pick up the still-running hose, knowing how little of my bottom is covered by the bikini, his guttural groan bringing a bloom of color to my cheeks. “I’ll just help wash your car.”

I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but hosing down Joe’s cruiser in a micro bikini while he stares at me is pure decadence. Now that I’ve felt Joe’s erection between my legs and confirmed he’s attracted to me, I have even more confidence in my ability to tempt him—and that’s what I set out to do. I soap down the cruiser, leaning across the hood to reach imaginary spots of dirt, feeling his rapt attention on my butt. I “accidentally” get myself nice and soapy, making it necessary to hose myself off which I do leaning against the vehicle while Joe watches, his interest clearly outlined in his uniform pants.

“I can’t reach the roof, Joe,” I call over my shoulder. “Come help me.”

He shakes his head adamantly and retreats a few steps toward the house. Before he can reach the door, however, he stops, cursing. His chest heaves up and down in the sunlight a handful of times, then he’s on his way back toward me. He comes closer, closer, spinning me around and shoving the front of my body up against the car, yanking my butt back into the curve of his lap.

“Dear God, you are the most beautiful thing on this earth,” he pants in my ear, tilting his hips to let me feel bulge in his work pants, making me squeal as I’m hefted up onto my toes and pressed more securely to the side of the wet car. “Might as well be buck naked.”

“You like my bathing suit?” I breathe, exhilarated by his up close and personal attention. Hearing the word beautiful in his sincere baritone. “I’ve never worn it before.”

“You ain’t ever wearing it again, either.”

“Why not?” I pout, even though I want to celebrate.

“It doesn’t even cover that hairless little cunt.” He humps me up against the car, his open mouth suctioning to the side of my neck, taking a long pull. The kind that leaves a mark. Yes. “Doesn’t cover much of that pretty asshole, either.”

Color me shocked that a conversation about my asshole is making me hot. Or hotter , I should say. I’m so wet, I can’t tell if the moisture on my inner thighs is natural or a product of the hose. “You…like looking at my asshole, Daddy?”

“Yes, goddamn you.”

“Is that how you want to fuck me?” I whisper, rubbing my backside against him in teasing circles.

“There’s no limit to the ways I want to fuck you, Bella. That’s the problem.”

I need to take his focus off the cons of taking me to bed, before he puts a stop to this incredible moment, the way he did last time. His hands roam over my hips, his teeth and tongue taking turns tasting my neck, his shaft throbbing between my buns. My body is primed for sex, my thighs quivering in anticipation of being filled up by this powerful man. Desperate to take the encounter further, I drop my head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to look down at my breasts, both of them on the verge of popping free of the tiny bathing suit triangles—and his big hands close around them without delay, massaging the mounds while his breath rasps in my ear.

“If you take me inside and come in my pussy,” I whisper, feeling his sex jerk, listening to him hold his breath. “I’ll let you put it in the other way afterward.”

I’m rammed up against the side of the car, his hips pumping. “Stop,” he begs, his panting mouth in my hair. “You’re breaking me.”

“I bet my mom never let you do that,” I purr, leaning back to accept his tongue in my mouth. For a split second, I think I’ve made a huge mistake, bringing up my mother, but there’s only the slightest, stunned hesitation before the pace of the kiss turns wild, animalistic, and the string of my bikini bottom is being ripped to the side, his shaking hands fumbling between us for his zipper.

“Won’t make it inside,” he grunts. “I don’t even give a fuck right now if you’re on birth control. You’re getting my come in that pink young thing.”

“Do it, Joe,” I whimper, clawing at the car, opening my thighs, rejoicing—

An outraged screech from the other side of the yard makes Joe go still behind me.

It’s Charlie. And she’s seething.