Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

EDEN

I tossed my keys and phone on the plush, blue and white armchair that sat largely unused beside the couch in the centre of the living room. Since no one used it regularly, it became a dumping ground for all sorts of crap. Mostly unopened catalogues and empty chocolate wrappers. Once in a while, Brock or I would get annoyed and clean it up. That time was coming, but it wasn't today. Today, I barely noticed it.

I headed to the kitchen to make myself a coffee and a snack. I was craving something sweet to balance the bitter taste in my mouth that lingered after my conversation with Mitch and Jagger.

I peeled open a banana before smearing one end of it in Nutella.

It was mostly healthy. Sort of.

I was in the middle of taking the first bite when Brock stepped through the back door.

He stopped to look at me, banana held in my hand, the other end halfway down my throat.

His eyebrows twitched.

I took a bite and tried not to choke.

He watched with a smile as I chewed and swallowed. "That looks tasty."

I didn't think he was referring to the banana.

"It is," I said, my voice higher than usual.

Don't think about smearing Nutella on his cock and sucking it off , I told myself. Of course, that was immediately the next thing in my brain.

"Don't let me stop you." He made himself a coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter to watch me eat.

I should have gobbled down the banana and headed in to have a shower before starting dinner. Instead, I locked my eyes on his and slid my mouth down the banana before taking a slow bite.

Both of his eyebrows rose. The front of his pants tented.

"Eden…" His voice was as strained as his seams.

My face heated. What the fuck was I thinking? Once again, I reminded myself he was my mother's ex. I shouldn't be trying to provoke him. We should make boundaries and stick to them.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I got carried away." I stuffed the rest of the banana in my mouth and washed it down with coffee that was already half cold.

"Don't apologise." With tantalising slowness, he put down his mug and stepped closer. Eyes dark, he placed his hands on the countertop to either side of me, boxing me in.

"Don't ever apologise for being yourself. You're a beautiful, sexy woman. There's no reason why you shouldn't express that."

His body was warm against mine, his growing erection pressed against my hip. He was so close his breath brushed the side of my face.

I swallowed deeply. "We shouldn't…" My brain seemed to have short-circuited. The words that should define what we shouldn't do wouldn't come. What might come, was me. His proximity made me hot and wet.

He slid his knuckles down my cheek. "Do I have to remind you I'm not married to your mother anymore? Or anyone else."

"You were," I managed to squeak out. "You were my stepfather. That's… It's…" I shook my head. "We shouldn't."

"Because you don't want to?" he asked, his voice deep and husky, raising goosebumps all over my skin.

"It's not that simple. What would Mum think?" She'd lose her mind if she saw us like this.

Brock grabbed my wrists and pulled them up above my head. With one hand, he held them there, pressed against the cabinet behind me. "It's exactly that simple. I don't give a shit what Paula thinks anymore. I haven't for a long time. Our relationship ended years before the divorce. She moved on. I want to do the same."

My breath came more rapidly now. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and let him fuck me right here in the kitchen. I wanted to feel his cock buried deep inside me. I wanted him to pound into me like he hated me.

"You should move on," I finally said. "You deserve to be happy."

He snorted softly before letting my wrists go and stepping back. "I don't know about that."

I was torn between relief, and the urge to tell him to finish what he started.

I lowered my trembling hands, but stayed pressed against the countertop. There was more to consider here than my mother, and my former designation as his stepdaughter. I needed to work things out with Jagger and Mitch first. If it was over between us, I might jump in and fuck Brock. But they weren't, not yet, and I didn't want to go behind their backs.

As far as I'd been able to tell, my mother cheated on Brock. That was one of the reasons they separated. I wasn't going to cheat on them with him. That would make me as bad as her.

"Of course you deserve to be happy," I said. "Why wouldn't you?"

He turned away for a few moments and rubbed a hand over the back of his head.

When he turned back, his eyes were closed. He opened them, seemingly taking me in. Looking at me like I meant something more to him than a former stepdaughter and current housemate.

"Because when I was fucking your mother, I was thinking about you," he said, soft but frank. "I cared about her, but you were always the one I wanted."

I gaped at him for what felt like the longest time. "Me?" The word came out in a squeak. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Me?"

He smiled softly. "Yes, you. Why not you? You're fucking gorgeous, smart. You're… everything. The moment I met you, I was gone. I figured if I couldn't have you, at least I could be near you. So I married your mother. It was never going to work. My heart and balls only wanted you."

Before I could even respond to that, he turned and headed out of the kitchen.

His words echoed in my mind while I slipped into my room and out of my clothes. All this time, he wanted me? I was the one he cared about?

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him back then too, but when he married my mother, that seemed to be that. There was no way in hell I would have started anything with him while he was with her. But now…

I turned on the water in the shower until it was warm enough to stand under. A cold shower would stimulate my blood more, so a hot one should settle me down, right?

And yet, I found myself taking the handheld shower wand out of its bracket and running it up and down the front of my body. Everywhere the spray touched tingled, like dozens of tiny fingers caressing my skin.

I held the shower head over my nipple, then the other, imagining Mitch and Jagger with their hands or mouths on me. I moved the water down over my belly slowly, like a lover taking his time to appreciate every centimetre of me.

I tried not to think it, but I imagined Brock on his knees in front of me, his big hands running up and down, touching me everywhere, learning every part of me.

When I stood with my legs apart and sprayed the water right onto my pussy, it was his hands, his mouth there instead. Teasing me with his fingers and tongue.

I leaned back against the shower wall and let the spray hit my pussy until my clit tingled and ached for more. I moved the water around slowly, teasing myself, allowing my mind to wander wherever it wanted to go. Right now, it was imagining Brock pressing me hard against the tiles, raising one of my legs and pushing his cock deep inside me.

I shivered, and rolled my hips as I moved the water rhythmically, simulating his touch on my most sensitive places.

I ran my other hand up my stomach and over my breast, to palm and pinch my nipple.

My eyes closed, I imagined it was Mitch's hand there, and Brock's mouth between my legs. Jagger was behind Mitch, thrusting into his ass. All three of them watched me with dark, intense eyes. Waiting for me to come for them. Silently insisting.

I bit my lip to hold back a moan, but I couldn't keep a second from slipping out and echoing around the bathroom. Had Brock heard? Part of me was unnerved by the thought, but mostly… Mostly, I wanted him to hear. Let him know what his words did to me. That I was thinking of him fucking me.

I moved the water faster, holding it close to my clit, almost too close for comfort. The water was slightly too hot. And perfect at the same time. It was as hot as my blood right now. Hotter.

I pinched my nipple harder, wanting to come, but wanting to draw it out at the same time.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any more. I came with a rush and a loud gasp, rocking against the water as it drove me into bliss that was sweet, if not the dizzying highs I experienced when I was with my lovers. This would only keep me satisfied for so long before I needed more. Wanted more.

I relaxed back against the wall, letting my pulse slow before I popped the wand back into its bracket and finished getting clean.