“Oh, I know,” Valerie beams proudly. “During our honeymoon, he made me the most amazing breakfast in bed. They were amazing, even if a little cold once we got around to eating. Isn’t that right, baby?”
It’s the second time my sister has made an innuendo about their sex life, and it’s starting to piss me off.
I mean, what the fuck?!
But I don’t have time to feel bad about myself because it’s at this exact moment that James decides to push my panties to the side with his deft fingers. Air escapes my lungs as ever so softly he begins to draw circles on my clit, awakening the rest of my body with a fierce hunger that doesn’t evolve the asparagus on my plate.
Suddenly I go deaf to all my sister’s ramblings about breakfast in bed and the amount of fun she and Knox had on their Vegas honeymoon. I’m unable to hear one word that comes out of her mouth since I’m trying my very best not to pant and moan with the way James’ expert fingers play with my now dripping pussy.
I venture a glimpse his way and see that James’ marble stone features are still perfectly in place, making everyone sitting at this table utterly unaware that he’s fucking me under the table with his fingers. Even when Valerie asks James something to include him in conversation, he doesn’t so much as let up, never pulling his fingers away from my greedy pussy. Val and James keep talking while Knox sits uncharacteristically silent in his seat.
My eyes grow wide when the scent of my arousal hits the air around me, even though it seems no one else seems to smell it. My feverish skin bursts out in goosebumps when James inserts a finger in me only for seconds later to insert another. Sweat pours down my neck, in between the valley of my breasts, my nipples hard like fine cut diamonds. My parched throat feels like it’s on fire, while my legs unashamedly open wider to give him better access. Through my peripheral, I see a hint of a devilish smile tug at the corner of his lips.
I lean further against the chair to keep me tethered to the ground while my hands white knuckle the hem of my skirt up so I can take a little peek. A small gasp leaves me as I watch my pussy swallow his fingers, begging to be filled with his cock. I imagine said cock in me, fucking me right here on top of the dinner table. And with that gloriously deviant image in my head, all of me explodes. Quickly, I cover my mouth with my hand to keep my wail of ecstasy contained within me. A delicious shiver runs down my spine, my pussy clenching around James’ fingers as I silently cum.
“Nicole, are you okay? You look flushed,” Knox asks, piercing through my afterglow and bringing reality to the forefront of my mind.
Fuck.
I just let my ex-boyfriend’s father fuck me with his fingers at the dinner table.
The fuck is wrong with me?!
“Must be the wine. You’ve been going hard on it all night. Careful, sis. You’re not a spring chicken anymore,” Valerie taunts with a teasing laugh.
“Maybe I should take you on a little walk outside to get some fresh air. The air in here has become quite stifling,” James adds with a devious smile, his hands fixing my skirt from under the table.
“I’ll take her,” Knox volunteers, his chair screeching back on the floor as he gets up and rounds the table.
“Now? At night? Maybe your father should take Nicki since he knows the way around this mountain better,” Val is quick to discourage.
“I agree,” James retorts, also getting up from his chair.
I push the nervous lump in my throat down as I watch both Knox and James stare at each other down.
“Actually, I think I would rather retire back to my room. It’s been a long day, and I’m finally showing signs of it,” I explain with a fake smile. “Thank you for dinner, James. It was lovely. Have a good night.”
And before either one of them has time to poke holes in my plan of getting the hell out of there, I run like the wind back to my room, making sure I lock the door behind me.
Throughout the night, I lie restless in bed, staring at my door, unsure if I locked it to keep unwanted guests out or to prevent me from going to James’ bedroom so he can finish what he started at dinner.
When I step out onto the balcony of my room the following day, I see that a fresh batch of snow covers the ground as far as the eye can see. But it’s not the jaw-dropping mother nature beauty that has me tongue-tied. It’s the shirtless man just below me, chopping wood that has my stomach in a twist. James places a log in front of him and slices it in two like one would cut butter with a hot knife. All his exposing taught muscles have my mouth watering, remembering when my tongue traced all of them that first night together. My heart speeds up when he wipes the sweat off his temple with his forearm, and for an excruciating second, I think he’ll spot me up here staring in awe at him.
But just as I think he’s going to see me, someone else grabs his attention. The pit of my stomach drops when Valerie, in her Valentino coat and tight white pants, strolls over to him, a broad smile stitched to her face.
I’m too far up to hear what they’re saying, but when James offers her his ax, it doesn’t take much to realize she’s asked him to give chopping wood a try. Val tries to pick up the ax, her face falling when it’s too heavy for her to lift. The nape of my neck prickles when James’s laugh reaches my ears as he takes his stance behind my sister, almost making her small frame disappear behind his broad, large one. My chest tightens, watching him help her lift the ax and plunder down a log. It gets stuck mid-way, causing Valerie’s melodic laugh to ring out in the cold winter air. James whispers something in her ear that silences her laugh and has her looking steady at the task at hand. With ease, James lifts the ax out of the wood and helps Valerie swing it again, splitting the log in two this time. Valerie shrieks in excitement, letting go of the ax to wrap her arms around James. The way she holds onto him almost looks like two long-lost lovers reconnecting after years apart.
Unable to withstand the sight any longer, I walk back into my room and close the doors and curtains to the balcony, blocking that image out.
I inwardly slap myself in the face, knowing that I have no just cause to be jealous of anything my sister does with James. He’s her father-in-law, and spending time with him must be important for her to get his approval on her marriage to his only son. It’s my insecurity that sees salacious intent in her harmless way of creating a bond with her husband’s side of the family. I really wish that my mind didn’t immediately jump to thinking she was flirting with James. I guess all the times I didn’t realize Val was flirting with Knox right in front of me when we were together now has me seeing things that are just not there.
When will I just get over this already?
When can I just move on?
I don’t love Knox anymore—that’s a given. When I saw him for the first time since he broke my heart, I was relieved to realize that any feelings of love and affection for him were indeed a thing of the past. I felt absolutely nothing when I looked at him—not even anger for his unfaithfulness.
But then again, this trip was never about Knox.
It was always about trying to salvage whatever relationship I could still have with my sister.
The only problem in that equation is that most of my baggage stems from Valerie and the way she treated me for most of my life. Without care or guilt of the suffering and misery, she caused with her betrayal.