Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Devan looks like he wants to haul me over his shoulder like he did every other time he showed up somewhere unexpectedly, but I’m no longer his ward—not by any stretch of the definition—and it’s not my birthday. He plants his hands on the table and leans over it. “Move over.”

I’m obeying before I have a chance to decide if I want to obey. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you want to talk in person.” He scoots into the booth next to me, his big body crowding me in a way that’s far too pleasant. “So talk.”

“But…” I can’t think with him so close, with his thick thigh pressing against mine. “But why?”

“Hazel.” Devan eyes my mimosa like it did him personal harm. “I am not a good guy. It took everything I had to let you walk away and not haul you home to chain you up in my office or some shit until you admitted this thing between us was never meant to be temporary. I let you go.” He practically growls the last sentence. “Then, two weeks later, you’re tagging your location while wearing a little cock-tease of a bikini that I can clearly see your nipples through, and texting me shit about how we should talk in person.”

“But—”

“I’m not finished.”

I snap my mouth shut. I wanted him to take a step. I should have bargained on Devan doing it in his own way. He looks at me like he wants to memorize every inch of me. “Then I show up here to find you having brunch with a whole pitcher of those fancy fruity drinks.”

“Mimosas,” I whisper.

“Mimosas.” He nods. “Wearing a dress that has a man like me wondering what you’ve got underneath. So talk fast, Hazel. Because it sure as fuck looks like you want the same thing I do.”

“What do you want?”

He plants his big hand on my thigh, high enough that his pinkie dips beneath the hem of my dress. “I want everything. I want all your days and your nights. All the fantasies and nightmares. All the goddamned brunches. Everything, Hazel.” He doesn’t move. “So, if that’s not what you’re offering, now’s a good time to tell me to get the fuck away from you.”

This is happening. He’s here, saying the things I desperately wanted him to say the day I left things unfinished in the hotel room. I lick my lips and place my hand on Devan’s where it sits on my bare thigh. “That’s what I want. All of that. Everything.”

“Mean what you’re saying, birthday girl. Because if I slip my hand up your skirt and find you wet and waiting for me, I’m liable to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly the first fucking chance I get.”

“Do you promise?”

He makes a sound that sounds almost pained and then he’s sliding his hand up my thigh to cup my pussy. I wore panties today, but that only makes it readily apparently how soaked I already am just from thinking about Devan and mimosas earlier.

He doesn’t take his gaze from my face as he drags a finger up the center of my panties. “You feel pretty fucking wet, Hazel. I’m still going to need you to tell me yes.”

“Is that a proposal?”

“No.” He shakes his head sharply. “When I propose, it will be when we’re both ready. That doesn’t change the fact that saying yes to me means we’re headed in that direction. This isn’t a fling or a quick fuck. Not for me.”

“It isn’t for me, either.” I bite my bottom lip and fight to keep from spreading my legs. We’re tucked back from the rest of the dining room, but that doesn’t change the fact that Devan is slowly rubbing his finger up and down my pussy while we’re in public. The table mostly hides what he’s doing, but if I start riding his hand and moaning, there will be no hiding that.

I reach up and cup his face, pausing to relish that I can touch him like this. “I want everything, too, Devan. I want every single fucking day of a happily ever after with you. I want the fights and the making up and the hard days and the easy days. I just want you.”

He leans down. His lips touch mine as the same moment that he pushes two fingers into my pussy. It’s a relatively chaste kiss, completely at odds with the way he’s working me between the table. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Words I said on accident before. Ones I’m saying intentionally now.

Devan leans back, stilling his hand as the waitress approaches. She gives us a bright smile, obviously having no idea what my new brunch companion is doing between my thighs. “Welcome. Would you like the menu?”

“Actually—”

“Do you have biscuits and gravy?” Devan cuts me off. When the waitress nods, he gives her a small smile. “I’d like an order of that with coffee, please.”

“Coming right up.”

I barely wait for her to leave before I glare at him. “I want to go up to the room.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve wanted access to this pretty pussy for the last two weeks. A little suffering never hurt anyone.”

I drag in a breath that almost—almost—comes out as a moan. “I was miserable, too, you know. You weren’t suffering alone.”

“I know that now.” He shifts his hand up a little to rub my clit. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to keep my hand right here until I’m finished eating, and then we’re going to go upstairs and I’ll have second breakfast.”

My laugh comes out a little too high. “You would be a Lord of the Rings fan.”

“Come on, Hazel. You know you are, too.” He leans down until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Just like we both know you’re more of a Gimli girl than one who drops her panties for pretty elves.”

I can hardly think with him stroking my clit. “You’re prettier than Gimli.”

“Taller, too.” He works three fingers into me. “Now be a good girl and stop squirming. I see my food coming and I don’t want to be distracted.”

“You don’t want to be distracted?”

“Exactly.”

The next twenty minutes are pure delicious agony. I drink another mimosa as Devan alternates pulsing his fingers inside me and idly stroking my clit. By the time he takes care of the bill, I’m shaking so hard, I’m not sure I can stand. I’m not about to let that stop me, though.

I all but drag Devan to the elevators. He barely waits for the doors to slide shut and me to press the button for my floor before he picks me up and pins me to the wall, kissing me, deep and harsh. His cock is a hard length between my thighs, a promise of things to come. I don’t want to wait. I’m about to say as much when the doors ding open again on my floor.

He doesn’t put me down. He simply carries me out and pauses our kiss long enough to say. “Room number.” I rattle it off and then he’s carrying me down the hall to the room. I fumble the key, and he grabs the card out of my hand, unlocking the door and sending us tumbling inside. He barely pauses to kick it shut behind us when he all but tosses me onto the bed. “Show me.”

I yank up my dress and spread my thighs. He never fixed my panties, so they’re still bunched on the side, leaving my pussy on display. Devan curses. “Looks like someone is needy.”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do.” He sinks to his knees at the edge of the mattress and yanks off my panties. I barely have time to brace before he’s diving down, kissing my pussy in a borderline frenzy. He’s kept me on the edge too long. I want to hold out, but the first time he sucks on my clit, my back bows and I orgasm so hard, my legs shake. “Devan!”

“I missed you.”

I give a choked laugh. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?”

“Both.” He leverages himself up and undoes the buttons of my dress to my waist, tugging the fabric aside to expose my bare breasts. He shakes his head slowly. “Trust you to wear something deceptively modest and actually be naked beneath it.”

“I like easy access.” I arch my back. “I missed you, too, you know. A lot.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him. His shorts and underwear quickly follow. Devan hooks me around the waist and drops to the bed, pulling me astride him. “Show me.”

I roll my hips, rubbing myself up and down his hard length. I’d half convinced myself that I imagined how big his cock was, but somehow it seems even bigger than I remember. “Did you delete the video of you fucking me in the bathroom?”

“I should have.” His gaze drops to my pussy. “If I was a good guy, I would have.”

I’m so very fucking glad he didn’t. I angle my hips to edge his cock to my entrance. He watches me fight his size to work myself down his length with a satisfied smirk. I love it. I also can’t help ribbing him just a little. “How many times did you jack yourself to that video?”

“Enough that both cock and palm got raw.” He says it without a hint of embarrassment. “Didn’t come close to the real thing.”

I swivel my hips, taking him deeper. He’s filling me so much, it takes a moment before I’m able to speak again. “I did the same with my video. Rode my hand over and over again, pretending it was yours.” One last inch and he’s seated entirely within me. Too much, too full, too fucking big, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I brace my hands on his chest and shiver. “Devan?”

“Yeah?”

I start to ride him. “How does your pussy feel?”

His lips curve even as his eyes go hot. “Wet and tight and made just for me.”

The desire is there to pick up my pace, to fuck him with all the frenzy of the built-up weeks. I don’t. I ride his cock slowly, making the same promise with my body that I made with my words. Forever. Not just a day, a weekend, even a month. I’m promising him my future in the same way he’s promising me his.

I unbutton my dress and shrug it off. Immediately, his eyes got to my hips, to the faint black marks there. He brushes his thumb over one and his eyes go wide. “Hazel.”

“Mmmm?”

“Am I seeing things, or did you tattoo my fingerprints on your skin?”

I bite my bottom lip and still my hips. “They were going to fade. I thought I wouldn’t ever see you again and I couldn’t stand the thought of your marks fading. So I did something about it.”

He brushes his thumb over the mark again. “I must be a monster, because I fucking love this so much.”

“I love you,” I say simply.

He tangles one hand in my hair and tows me down for a kiss. “Say it again,” he growls against my lips.

“I love you.” Another orgasm is building, a deeper one. I pick up my pace a little, grinding my clit against his stomach. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Devan rolls me, picking up that same devastating pace that sends me closer and closer to the edge. “I love you, too, Hazel. So fucking much.” He grinds down into me and it’s too much. I orgasm with his name on my lips. A few harsh thrusts later, he follows me over the edge.

He drops down next to me, tucking me against his side. It takes several long moments before our harsh breathing evens out. Devan presses a kiss to my temple. “I meant what I said. I want to marry you. Eventually do the kids thing if you’re not opposed to the idea.”

I cuddle closer. Even in my darkest days, I knew I wanted kids eventually. Having them with Devan? I smile against his chest. “I’m not opposed to the idea…eventually.”

“No rush. On any of it.” There’s the faintest hint of hesitation in his tone.

That brings my head up. “You aren’t doubting me, are you?”

He smiles slowly. “Never that. But there’s no rush on any of it. I love you. You love me. That’s enough for me right now.”

“Liar.” I say it fondly. Having him so close and not kissing him seems a damned shame, so I do. It’s slowing dawning on me that I can kiss Devan McGuire whenever I please. The thought makes me dizzy. “I never knew you had a breeder fetish, but you’re going to be talking about putting a baby in me every time you get feeling possessive.”

He grins against my lips. “Maybe.”

“Definitely.” I grab one of his hands and guide it between my thighs. “Make me come again, Devan. Twice wasn’t anywhere near enough.”

“What will be enough for you, birthday girl?” He doesn’t immediately start fucking me with his fingers, instead idly stroking my pussy in a way that suggests he’s not in any rush. I like it. I like it a lot. Devan kisses my neck. “Five? Ten?”

“I’m kind of afraid I’ll never get enough of you.” I spread my legs wider. “And it’s not my birthday anymore.”

Devan rolls me onto my back and moves down my body to settle between my thighs. The grin he gives me is downright wicked. “When you’re with me, every day’s your birthday, Hazel. Whatever you want is yours.”

“That’s easy. All I want is you.”

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How does one go about seducing their almost-father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on porn and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

That’s how I end up on his front porch in a short black dress and thigh highs in the middle of January, well after the polite hours of visiting. I’m shaking as I knock on the door, and it’s not purely because the icy wind making my clothing feel like a laughable barrier.

Despite the late hour, he’s awake. My breath catches in my throat as the door opens to reveal him. Shane. The man who, up until a few days ago, was supposed to be my father-in-law. Funny how quickly things change when you least expect it. Or not so funny at all. I sure as hell don’t feel like laughing.

He fills the doorway, a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a smattering of salt and pepper in his hair. He’s in his late forties, some twenty-ish years older than me. Shane frowns as recognition slips over his handsome face. “Lily? What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping we could talk.” I have to clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. Maybe I should have gone with the trenchcoat route. At least then I’d have a coat.

To his credit, Shane doesn’t make me wait. He moves out of the way and holds the door open so I can walk past him. The first blast of warmth makes me shiver again. Maybe if I hadn’t stood out there for so long, gathering my courage, I wouldn’t be so cold now.

“What did he do?”

I blink and stop trying to rub feeling back into my fingertips. “Excuse me?”

“My asshole son. What’s he done now?” He catches my hand and lifts it between us. My ring finger is markedly empty. Shane skates his thumb across the bare skin, still frowning. Now my shivers have very little to do with temperature and everything to do with desire.

Maybe this is why Max and I were never going to work. His freaking father can do more with a single swipe of his thumb than Max was ever interested in doing with his entire body. Then again, Max and I only ever had polite, friendly sex—which was not what I found him doing with his secretary when I showed up unexpectedly at his office. I don’t want to get into it right now. I’ve already had four days of tears and raging with my girlfriends, but if I start talking about how I found Max fucking his secretary like the biggest goddamn cliché in existence, I’m going to start crying again.

That’s not why I’m here.

I’m here for revenge—and maybe a little pleasure, too, though the pleasure rates a distant second in priorities.

“Shane.” I say his name slowly. In all the time I dated Max, I called him Mr. Alby. A necessary distance between us, a reminder of what he was to me—only ever my boyfriend’s father. I rip down that distance now and stare up at him, letting him see the pent up emotions I’ve spent two long years ignoring and denying.

His dark eyes go wide and then hot before he shutters his response, locking himself up tight. But, almost as if he can’t resist, he swipes the pad of his thumb over my bare ring finger again. “Tell me what happened.”

“We’re over.” My voice catches, and I hate that it catches. “No going back, no crossing Go, no collecting two hundred dollars. Really, really over.”

He nods slowly and then gives my hand a squeeze. “Sounds like you could use a drink.”

“I could use about ten, but one’s a good place to start.” At least he isn’t kicking me out. That’s a good sign, right? I follow him to the kitchen and watch as he opens the liquor cabinet and picks through the bottles. “Vodka, right?”

“Yes.” Of course he’s remembers my drink. I bet, if pressed, he also remembers my birthday and a whole host of other details that slip past most people. But then, Shane isn’t most people.

Heat melts into my bones as he methodically puts together a drink for each of us. I don’t know what to do with my hands once I don’t need them for warmth, and the coziness of the temperature is a vivid reminder of just how little I’m wearing. My dress is barely long enough to cover the tops of my thigh-highs and while I’m wearing a garter belt, I have nothing else on beneath the thin fabric of the dress. I’m dressed slutty and downright scandalous and Shane has barely looked at me since I walked through the door.

That won’t do. That won’t do at all.

He finishes with the drinks and I gather what’s left of my courage and close the distance between us, sliding between him and the counter to reach for the glass. “Thank you,” I say over my shoulder.

Just like that, he’s pressed against my back, his hips against my ass. He inhales sharply, but doesn’t move back. “What are you doing, Lily?”

His lack of retreat gives me a little more strength. Just enough to sip the drink and then turn slowly to face him. I have to lean back over the counter to meet his gaze, and a thrill goes through me as he forces me to make the adjustments. He might as well be made from stone. I tip my chin up. “I have a question.”

“Ask it.”

“Last summer, you and Max were supposed to be working, so I was here at the pool.” I can barely catch my breath. “No one was around so I didn’t bother with a suit.”

“Mmm.” The barely banked heat in his gaze is back, flaring hotter by the second. He still hasn’t moved, either to press against me or to retreat. “That’s not a question.”

I lick my lips. “It felt wicked to be out there naked, knowing I was in your house even if you weren’t here. I…” This part’s harder, but his nearness gives me a boost of bravado. “I started touching myself. I felt like such a little slut, but that made it hotter.”

He’s breathing harder now, and he reaches around me to grasp the counter on either side of my hips. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s not anything you don’t already know,” I whisper. “You were upstairs. I saw you watch me through the master window.” I reach behind me to the counter just inside his hands. The move arches my back and puts my breasts almost within touching distance of his chest. “I didn’t know you were there when I started, but once I knew you were watching me, I took my time and dragged it out. I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to do more than watch.” The last I’ve never admitted to myself, let alone out loud, but it’s the truth. “Do you remember that?”

He exhales harshly. “You don’t know what you saw.”

“Okay.” I’m shaking like a leaf. “My mistake.”

Shane still doesn’t move away. “Even I came home for lunch unexpectedly that day, you were dating my son.” He shifts forward the barest amount, closing in on me. “It would be fucked up if I stood in my master bedroom and watched you finger that pretty little pussy. I’d be a monster to have watched the entire thing and fucked my hand while I pretended it was you.”

“Shane,” I say his name like a secret, just between us. “I’m not dating your son right now.”

“What did he do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He shakes his head slowly. “You came here with a purpose, but you don’t get to throw yourself at me without sharing the truth. Out with it, Lily. What did Max do?”

I really, really don’t want to talk about it, but the sheer closeness of him makes my verbal brakes disappear. I find myself answering without having any intention of doing so. “He slept with his secretary. I think he wanted me to catch him. Either that, or he’s just really shitty as hiding it when he’s up to no good.”

He curses softly. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” It’s even the truth. I will cry and I will grieve for the future I thought would be mine, and I sure as hell will spitefully fuck Max’s dad, but I’m not sorry I avoided tying my life to someone who never should have been more than a friend.

I lift myself onto the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. The move has my skirt rising dangerously, flashing my thigh-highs and garters.

Shane looks down and goes still. We both hold our breath as he shifts one hand to bracket my thigh and traces the point where my garter connect with the stockings. “Lily.” This time, when he says my name, he sounds different. Almost angry. “If I push up your skirt, and I going to find your bare pussy?”

The words lash me and I can’t help shivering. I lick my lips again. “If you want to find out, I won’t stop you.”

“Dirty girl.” He snaps the garter, the sting making me jump. “You came here for revenge.”

There’s no point in denying it. “Yes.”

“I’d have to a selfish asshole to take advantage of you when you’re like this.” But he’s looking at me in the way I’ve always fantasized about, like he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn’t decided where he wants to start.

“It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I press. “Why not do it?”

He moves his hand to my hip and grips the fabric of my dress, pulling it tight against my body. “I could think of a few reasons. You were going to marry my son.”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “I’m not going to now.”

“You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. It’s the only excuse for what slips out in response. “Should I call you Daddy, then?”

He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but he’s not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. “Is that what you want, Lily?” He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. “You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that you’ve only fantasized about.” He slips his fingers into my mouth, in and out, in and out, miming fucking. I watch him with wide eyes, but I don’t get a chance to decide if I like it or not before he clamps his remaining fingers tightly around my chin, his fingers almost deep enough to gag me.

Shane leans down and holds my gaze as his fingers pulse. “You want to call me Daddy while I slip my hand up your skirt and find out what you have waiting for me? While I bend you over this counter and fuck you with my tongue until you come?” It’s almost too much, I can’t quite catch my breath, I really am going to gag, but he gives me no relief. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?”

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