11. Poolside Pervert

After Lincoln finally stopped trying to foist food and water on me, he went to work. Now I’m in this big, empty house on my own, and that’s probably a good thing. I can’t believe I drank so much last night.

When I look at my phone, there are messages from both Maya and Sawyer asking if I made it home safe and wondering if I’m feeling all right today.

Hungover, I text back. Not doing that again, but I would love to hang out soon. Without our toxic friend, Vodka.

We text back and forth for a little while, and my heart feels a bit lighter. All of my friends were Troy’s friends, and none of those were real friendships, anyway. I felt like they tolerated me for him, and although I reached out to them a few times at the start of our relationship, no one ever made an effort to get to know me without him.

Maybe they knew we wouldn’t last.

Maybe they knew about Chloe from the beginning. Actually, that wouldn’t surprise me.

I invite Maya and Sawyer over to swim, but they already have something going on with Maya’s family, so I once again enjoy my own company by the pool. I blast music and read cozy holiday mysteries, secure in the fact that the amateur sleuths will only be solving the murders of very bad people who probably deserved to die, and that nobody will actually stumble across a dead body, and that at the end of each day, there will be cookies to eat and hot cocoa to drink. There’s no family drama, and in fact, these found families show each other oodles of support and unconditional love.

Eventually, I fall asleep in the pleasantly warm shade.

“Evie,” a deep voice says.

My eyes open, revealing a dripping wet Caleb in swim trunks, standing before me.

I didn’t see him without his shirt off when we were at Vice. I’m glad for my sunglasses now because I can ogle his muscular build.

Not too much time has passed since I fell asleep—I’m guessing it’s four or five p.m. Still quite warm…or that could be my body heating at the sight of Caleb wearing only his swim trunks.

He grabs a towel from the lounge chair next to mine and rubs it over his head. “Have a nice nap?”

“Yeah.” But waking up to this is so much better. “You’re already back from the build site?”

“Rushed here. Wanted to see if you were okay after last night,” he says with a grin. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, don’t remind me of last night,” I say, feeling my cheeks flush. “I’m so embarrassed, I probably acted like an idiot.”

“Nah, you’re a cute drunk.”

“That’s the last time you’ll ever see me that way,” I say. “I’m never drinking again.”

He laughs and takes a swig from a bottle of water. “I’m glad, because that alcohol was a cock-blocker.”

I suck in a breath and shoot him what I hope is a confused look. “Um, what do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?” He sits on the edge of the chair next to mine, his large frame angled toward me, his eyes roving up and down my body.

“No?”

“All those things you tried to tempt me with last night,” he says in a low voice. “Did you mean them? You want me to hold you down and fuck you?”

“I said that?” I say, pretending I forgot. I remember, though—I remember it all. And I’m half mortified, half proud of my drunken self for being so brazen.

He nods. “You want to know how I like to hold down little girls?”

“How?”

“It might scare you. Maybe I shouldn’t say.”

“Now you’re just teasing me,” I tell him. “If I was willing to call Lincoln Daddy that first night, you think you’re going to scare me with whatever you like?”

Grinning, he says, “Maybe you’re right. But I’m going to make you guess.”

“Rope,” I say.

“It has its uses.”

“Handcuffs.”

He shrugs. Pretends to yawn.

What else is there? I don’t have enough experience to guess whatever it is. “I give up,” I finally say.

“Let’s try this. I’ll touch you, and you can tell me how you want to be held.”

He wants to put his hands on me. Yes please. Very much yes please.

I nod and try to sound casual. “I’m game.”

His knowing grin says he sees through my attempt to sound cool. He slides his hand from the top of my head to my cheek, his palm warm against my skin. I lean into the contact. He continues moving his hand down over my chin, his fingers brushing my earlobe, his thumb on the opposite side of my throat.

“There,” I say. “Holy fuck. Right there. Hold me there.”

“Right here?” He gives my throat the gentlest of squeezes.

Oh fuck, I could melt. Yep, held like this, I want to melt into a puddle of contented, treasured goo. I meet his gaze and nod.

“This is what I like, too.” He rubs the front of his swim trunks, pressing against what appears to be a very hard cock. “Look how much I like it.”

“You’ll fuck me? With your hand there?” I ask.

“If that’s what you want, little girl.”

“Very much,” I whisper.

He looks around. “You hiding any condoms out here?”

Crap. “No.”

And I want him now, I don’t want to go inside. He put me off last night, and what if he comes up with another reason not to have sex now?

“We can do other things, doll. There doesn’t have to be fucking in the traditional sense.”

“I haven’t been with anyone except Lincoln since I got tested,” I say. “I have a clear bill of health and I’m on the pill.”

“So you want me to fuck you right now,” he says, breathing hard as he looks at me. “Skin to skin. Nothing between us.”

“Yes,” I say. “So much.” It’s hard to think with his hand there, so secure. I’ve never felt safer, more present.

“You have any heart conditions, doll? Breathing issues?”

“No, none.” I want to call him Daddy, but is that weird? It’s all I can think about, but I’m afraid to say it. Well, I already brought it up once. “Caleb…do you like to be called Daddy, too?”

He leans down, still with his hand on my throat, and kisses my nose. “Very fucking much.”

Relief. I loved calling Lincoln that, and I’ve been eager to do it again. “Then please, Daddy. Hold me down and fuck me.”

“All right, doll. Right here?”

“Please.”

“And you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes.”

He eyes my bathing suit bottoms and lets go of my neck to yank them down my legs. “Take off your top and play with those tits while I lick your sweet cunt.”

I pull the halter over my head, but it tangles on my sunglasses so I take those off, too. I feel really freaking exposed to be completely nude in the backyard, but the fences are high and the neighbors far away.

And also? A tiny, rebellious part of me loves being naked and free under the bright blue sky.

“One foot on either side of your chair, baby,” Caleb says. “Not on the ground, on the cushion.”

When I do as he asks, he kneels at the foot of the lounge chair, slides his hands under my ass, and yanks me toward his mouth. I yelp at the sudden movement, but then moan when I feel the hot slide of his tongue over my pussy lips.

“Good,” he whispers, kissing my inner thigh. “You’re just as good and sweet as I remember. I wanted more of a taste that night, doll, and now you’re giving it to me.”

He pushes a finger inside of me and I gasp, bumping my hips forward to wordlessly ask for more.

“Are you playing with those little nipples like Daddy asked?” he says, looking up from my pussy to my face.

“I forgot, sorry. It feels so good, Daddy.”

“It’ll feel better if you do what I say,” he says.

I want to impress him, I want him to approve of everything I’m doing, so I grab my breasts with my hands and squeeze and pinch my nipples.

He’s right—it feels amazing. The pleasure shoots from my breasts to my clit, which he rhythmically licks in time with the push and pull of his fingers.

Movement in the corner of my eye has me freezing. At first I thought it came from outside, but no—it’s the upstairs bedroom. As soon as I see it, it’s gone, the window empty.

“What is it, doll?”

“I think Lincoln’s home,” I gasp, trying to push his head away and sit up.

He nips my inner thigh. “So?”

“So, he could look outside any second. He can see….” My words trail off as he curls his finger upward inside of me.

Caleb turns his head, a grin on his lips. “Good. The first time, I had to watch. Now it’s his turn.”

“But I…” Does this break Lincoln’s and my agreement to stay out of each other’s way?

“You want to stop?” Caleb pulls back. “We can stop. But I guarantee, if he watches, it’s because he wants to. And all three of us will think it’s hot.”

I press my lips together. It would be hot. The very idea of him up there watching and captivated by what he sees, unable to look away, is turning me on even more. Besides, Lincoln’s not going to watch. He told me flat-out that we’re supposed to avoid each other. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. If he happens to peer outside, he’s going to move right the fuck on.

“Should we keep going?” Caleb asks.

Meeting Caleb’s eyes and seeing his pupils wide with lust, I nod.

“Tell me you want this,” Caleb says, crawling up my body. “Let me fuck you raw while Lincoln watches.”

“Yes, I want this,” I say, loving the way his skin caresses mine as he moves. His lightly hairy chest brushes against my tits as he lowers his mouth to mine. Reaching between us, I unlace his shorts.

He leans up so he’s on his knees in front of me. His green eyes rove my body while he shoves down his swim trunks. I push them down his legs with my feet, my eyes on that tantalizing cock the entire time.

Cupping my pussy with his hand, he says, “Fuck, doll, so hot and wet. You got Daddy so hard for you. I can’t wait to bury myself in this cunt.”

“Yes,” I moan.

I can’t believe we’re doing this. Right out here. Where, if he looked out of the house, my step-uncle could see us. It’s dirty and wrong and so, so good.

“Look at me when I fill you up,” Caleb says, kissing my mouth.

I stare into his eyes while he guides himself to my entrance and presses inside. He rests his forehead against mine and we both gasp as one. The connection, the fullness, is incredible.

“So good, so fucking good,” he says, pulling out slightly before pressing back in. “You all right, doll?”

I can only nod and wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer. I thought this would be a quick, meaningless fuck, but the way he’s touching me, the way he’s looking into my eyes, makes it feel like there’s so much more to this.

He lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, spreading me wider for him. The angle allows him to go deeper when I’d already felt so full.

“Yes,” I moan.

“So pretty,” he says, still watching my face. His hand comes up to rest at my throat. “Play with your tits while I hold your neck, baby doll.”

My nipples are extra sensitive as I tweak them with my fingertips. Most of my focus rests at my throat, where Caleb’s large hand covers me. He doesn’t squeeze, and I can tell he’s holding back, but it’s still incredible.

Hips pumping to meet his thrusts, I can feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Everything is amplified with his hand at my neck. All I can do is watch his face, his expression of pleasure and intense concentration as he slowly moves within me.

“So good,” he says. “Lincoln’s a fucking fool.”

I’m not sure what he means by that, but it doesn’t matter because he shifts slightly, and now the base of his cock drags over my clit with each thrust.

“Yes, right there,” I say, my voice a whimper. “Please.”

“Mmm.” He closes his eyes. “Say it louder, Evie.”

Maybe he likes begging the same way Lincoln does. So I raise my voice. “Please, right there, keep doing that.”

“Who are you asking?” His gaze is hot as he searches my face.

“I’m asking you, Daddy.”

His strokes quicken. “I need to hear it louder.”

“Please, right there, I want you to keep doing that, Daddy!”

“Fucking shout it, baby girl. Let Lincoln hear you, too.” He’s thrusting in and out of me, hitting my clit with every push and dragging out against it when he pulls back.

“Please, Daddy!” I yell.

He tightens his grip around my throat, and everything comes apart before reforming in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

“So good, doll, so good,” Caleb says, letting go of my neck and kissing over my throat while he continues fucking me.

I turn my head to give him more access to my neck, and my gaze instinctively goes to the upstairs window.

Lincoln’s up there, and his eyes are locked on me.