“Can we take the team for pizza now, Dad?” Aiden jumps on the balls of his feet as some of his teammates join him.
“I did promise that, didn’t I?” I pretend to contemplate the decision.
The boy rolls his eyes, one of many traits he picked up from his mother. “Twice.”
“Alright, let’s meet up at the pizza place by Mom’s shop.” The cheering begins again as the kids run to their parents to fill them in.
Strolling to the Tahoe, with one girl in my arms and the other on my arm, I think back to six or even seven years ago, and this was not the life I had pictured. It’s ten times better. Everything I never knew I needed or wanted.
After the kids are buckled in, I steal a moment behind the SUV to kiss my wife on the back of her neck. “Mmm, what was that for?” She turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, her protruding belly doing nothing to stop me from feeling every one of her curves.
“Just thinking how lucky I am. How special you are. How much I love our life.” Nipping along her jaw until I snag her lips, I kiss her sweetly until she’s breathless and panting. “Thank you for giving me this life.”
“Back at you, Torque. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect husband or children.” This time she drags me in until Aiden and Abigail call us gross and beg to go.
Perfection…right in my arms.
The End!
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Dorian & Clementine
Prologue
Dorian
“Sweet fucking Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?” I hiss at the girl in front of me as she stands naked, dripping wet from a shower she just walked out of.
“Please, don’t act like you haven’t seen it before,” she sasses back as she walks to her room.
“That’s not the fucking point.” What I wouldn’t give to follow after her, lick the water dripping off her perky tits. Suck it off those large, dusty pink nipples.
“What is the point then, Uncle Dorian?” She’s playing with fucking fire.
“Not your uncle.” It’s what I keep telling myself so I can get through these visits, since my little sister, Kelly, recently married Clementine’s father.
Clem just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and she has made no bones about the fact that she wants me to fuck her hard and dirty. We’ve met a total of four times.
Once at the rehearsal dinner.
On the wedding day.
A month ago, where she pulled a stunt just like this one, only she had zero shame and bent over in front of me, showing off her round ass and that beautiful puckered little asshole of hers that I can’t get out of my head.
And now today. Where she’s naked. Again.
And we’re alone in the fucking house.
I’m so fucking screwed.
“Doesn’t it feel a little like you are, though?” She turns, showing me every sexy curve and a freshly shaved pussy that is wet for other reasons than it should be.
“Can’t fuck my niece,” I groan out. I didn’t mean to say that aloud. I’m at war with myself over whether to acknowledge our relationship or not. She’s not my niece, but she’s my sister’s stepdaughter, and I’m constantly contradicting myself. Trying to convince myself one way or the other that I shouldn’t feel shame at being attracted to her because we aren’t blood-related, but then admonishing myself that nothing can happen because of Kelly and Aaron. It’s a no-win.
Clem doesn’t miss a fucking beat, either. A slow, calculated smile graces her face as she saunters towards me, her tits jiggling with each step until there’s no space left between us.
“So, you do plan to?” Her hand lays gently on my chest, slowly gliding down to the belt in my jeans.
“No.” My will must be stronger than my needs, my desires. I have to resist. “Don’t do that,” I warn, my voice a growl. Clenching my fists, I resist the urge to touch her, throw her against the wall and fuck her until she begs me to stop.
Barely.
“I don’t think of you as family, you know.” Her delicate fingers pull the leather of my belt from my jeans. The sound vibrates around us. “I love Kelly, but more like a friend. My best friend. And you’re just her big brother.” The fucking taunting is going to break me.
“Why do you keep calling me uncle then?” My jaw is locked tighter than Fort Knox.
“It’s a little dirty, a little kinky, and reminds me that if you do remain firm in your rejection of me that it’s not my fault. Despite the evidence that you want me, you’re a noble man, Dorian Wagner.”
Fuck. Fucking Christ. She can play me like nobody else ever has. Because now all I can think of doing is tossing her on a bed and rutting inside her like a wild beast.
“Clementine,” I snarl her name. She keeps ignoring me. Grasping a chunk of her hair, I yank her head back so she’s forced to look up at me. Backing her into the wall, I press my body as firmly to her as I dare, appreciating her rapidly beating heart, her sensual curves, and her hands on my sides, clutching my shirt.
“Listen to me, to the words I’m about to fucking say.” She nods and licks her lips. My eyes instinctually follow the move, and I moan, my dick throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside her. “You are too fucking young. Too young.” Damn, how I wish she weren’t.
Her mouth opens to protest, and I cover it with a hand, shaking my head. I can’t handle her expressing how much she wants me anymore.
“If I fuck you right now, that’s all it will be to me. You’ll just be a notch on my bedpost.” Fuck. The hurt in her eyes over my lies crush me. “If I fuck you right now, you’ll hate me later. Your dad and Kelly will kill me. Christ, you’re barely an adult.” Brushing a finger across her cheek as a tear drops, I wipe it away.
“You’re a forever girl, Clem, and you should be. But right now, I’m not your forever guy. I’m your last rebellion before college, and I won’t be that to you. I won’t take advantage of you for anything.” She means too damn much to me to hurt her like that.
“What then?” She barely breathes, her hands moving to slide up my chest and wrap around my neck.
“A year. Go to college, date, have fun. Explore the fucking world for all I care. And in that time, if this is still what you want, you call me, and I’ll claim you faster than I let you go.” Kelly and Aaron will be pissed.
Her head cocks to the side, and I see the curiosity and apprehension in her gaze. “What if I don’t need a year?”
Combing my fingers through her hair, I bring our faces closer together. Our lips barely touch. “You do. I do. Be safe; have fun. Text me once in a while. But I’ll see you in a year.”
Laying a light kiss on her lips is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I want to own this girl, possess this girl, but I want her to have a chance to grow up first. To experience life before I knock her up for the next ten years.