For a moment, he seems to be in shock, while he just looks at me. Then, seeming to snap out of it, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to hear another word about you moving out. This is your home, and I could never punish you for what your mother has done. She left the family—your family—and we must move on. I just hate the fact that she left you without at least saying goodbye. You’re her daughter, for fuck’s sake.”
My eyes widen at his sudden outburst. He spies my reaction and sucks in a breath. “Sorry. I’m just so angry. Not so much because of what’s she’s done to me, but because of what she’s done to you.”
I place my hand on his arm, and he looks down at it. “You must be angry for yourself, too, though. We were all supposed to be a family, and now she’s gone and left you. She was selfish to do that to you. You must be so upset.”
Jake huffs out a sarcastic laugh. “I am, but definitely not for the reasons you’re thinking.”
I frown. “I don’t understand.”
Jake shakes his head. “Forget I said anything. What I’m trying to say is that I’m more upset because she left you. You’re her flesh and blood. I’m sorry too.”
His pained expression never waivers, and I get the impression he wants to say more, but he bites his lip instead. A tear falls from my eye, and Jake tenderly removes it with his thumb. The electricity from that one tiny touch sends my blood rushing through my whole entire body.
Jake sucks in his breath like he feels it too, and he looks into my eyes with the same pained demeanor. I touch his hand to let him know it’s okay, and then everything goes deathly silent.
Bending down towards my lips, Jake causes the flames between my legs to burn hotter than the sun. Is he really going to kiss me after all this time I’ve spent dreaming that he would?
He moves in nearer, and the closer he comes, the more my heart races with such intensity that I can almost hear it screaming through my ears.
Our lips touch tenderly at first. Then a moan escapes my mouth with a distinct note of desperation. Hunger soon sets in as the moan I release serves to open the floodgates for him to push on. I feel him slide his tongue into my mouth, and I let out another desperate cry for more. He seems to be driven forward as I push my hands through his hair and squeeze him into me harder. I think I’m going to pass out from both the intensity of the situation and the fierce heat that is rising throughout my whole being. I can’t stop this. I don’t want to stop this. I have dreamed of this moment since I moved in, and now, it’s here.
Finally, it’s here!
He pushes me down onto the sofa with such force that it takes my breath away. I wrap my leg around his waist and pull him to me; our hips meet, and his hardness digs into my heated groin. He grabs my thigh, and his hand eases up my leg. He stops at my hip, squeezing it hard. I think I’m going to orgasm just from the slightest of touches. I’m bursting with so much adrenaline that I think my insides are going to explode.
Digging my nails into his back, I gently scratch him, making his back arch, and a feral grunt leaves his lips. Trailing his hand up towards my chest, he squeezes my breast while kissing my neck. I can’t hold back the words that come out of my mouth. “Oh, Jake, please,” I beg.
He growls in my ear, and I’m desperate to get the belt off his trousers so I can feel him inside me as soon as possible. I have to have him, and it has to be now. I pull at his belt and finally manage to release it. I try undoing his zipper so I can move my hand in and feel his beautiful cock—the cock I have been dreaming about for months.
Then, without warning, I’m suddenly yanked back into reality where I find I’m left all alone on the sofa. I am gasping for air as the lion of a male over at the other end of the room is doing the same.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re vulnerable, and I took advantage of that. This is all wrong. This situation is wrong. I was just about to become your stepfather for fuck’s sake!”
I glance up at him with obvious pain in my eyes, causing him to wince. “I’m glad this was, apparently, so much easier for you than it ever could have been for me. You’re really just going to leave me like this?” I can’t believe what I’ve just said. I am practically begging him for sex, making it plainly obvious that I’m desperate for him. I am just so beyond mad with lust that I can’t seem to think straight.
Looking lost, he desperately works to do his belt up, hiding his obvious arousal. He catches me staring and mutters, “I’m sorry” before quickly disappearing up the stairs.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to gather myself and think with some semblance of rationality. I feel so stupid. I’m even starting to wish I had never even met Jake. I’m never going to be able to look at him the same way ever again. Now, I really do have to move out. I can’t keep going on like this, and I have to stop behaving like the panting lap dog that I see myself turning into around him.
I continue to sit there for a few minutes, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat, and I think it may be best if I just watch a movie. Maybe a good slasher film will snap me out of my reverie. Not long after settling in with Total Recall, the door swings open, and Matthew comes in.
“Hey, Ana. How’s it hanging?” He looks over and sees my obvious distress. “Your mom has a lot to answer for.” He sits down and gives me a big hug. “No one hurts my big sis.”
Oh, if he only knew!
I let out a laugh, and he smiles at me. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” Matthew’s such a good boy. He’s a typical teenager who likes to hang out with his mates and girls too. Jake doesn’t seem to mind as long as he stays out of trouble and does well in school. Matthew’s very clever, though. He could give the teachers a run for their money.
“I hate to tell you this, but it looks like my mum’s not coming back. I’m really sorry. She sent me a letter to let me know as much.”
He glances down at the piece of paper in my hands. “Am I allowed to say that your mom is a bitch?”
I burst out laughing at this statement and place my hand on his shoulder. “Matthew, my dear, don’t worry. It’s along the same lines as what I am thinking also.”
“Well, then she’s a certified bitch, and she doesn’t deserve to have a daughter like you. I have always liked you, though. I consider you to be a part of our family now.” He smiles tenderly, and I pull him in for another hug.
“Thank you. That means the world to me. I’ve come to think of you as my family too.”
He pauses like he has something on his mind. “I hate to do this to you now, but can I ask a favor?”
I look at him skeptically. “What is it?”
He bites his lip as though he knows he’s going to be asking for a lot. “You’re off tomorrow, right?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Yes. Go on.”
He averts his eyes, looking almost guilty. “Well, a few of my friends are coming over tomorrow. And you know how Clive has this big crush on you?”
I blush at this, but I do remember Clive, who was fourteen at the time, asking me out on a date. It was quite flattering, but I obviously had to let him down gently.
“Don’t start acting like my pimp, Matthew. I’ll kill you!”