laugh is contagious, and her smile is sweet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, brooding in my chair as my friends talked to me, but none of it mattered. My eyes were locked on the angel in white. She listened so intently and cared what they were saying, I could see her dazzling everyone here.
He pulls out his phone again, smirking at something on it. “I guess it helps she’s hot as hell.”
I snort and turn away. What a prick. Hot? That word is ridiculous and doesn’t touch her beauty. She looks like perfection, all curves and sweetness, that delicious little mouth perfect for fucking.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathe deeply. “How’s your mum?”
“Seems fine, off with Mark in Thailand. You know, Dad, you should really get a new wife or some shit so you aren’t alone here. God knows you could do with getting laid, you’re always wound so tight.”
Turning, I arch my eyebrow at him. “Justin, my sex life is none of your concern. Now go say hi to your auntie, she’s been worried,” I snap, and he sighs but does as he’s told like when he was a kid.
I hear a slight gasp, but when I look around, I can’t see anyone, so I dismiss it. I turn back to the sink and count to ten. So she’s attractive? So your cock is hard just from looking at her?
That’s fine.
You won’t see her much, you can ignore this. If she makes Justin happy, then I can handle this…
Tyler
A Month Later…
She’s here again.
In a fucking tiny little red bikini that hides nothing. The material clings to her wet perky ass, and her full breasts almost tumble from the material. Her nipples are pebbled temptingly. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a sloppy bun, and her face makeup free. If I thought she was beautiful with it on, she is downright astonishing now.
I’ve seen her a few times since my birthday, mainly in passing or when we go out for a meal with Justin. Each and every time, I come back with a raging hard-on and feel sick with myself. I want her, even now.
Badly.
It consumes me. I jack off to my own fantasies of her. Of stealing her from my son and teaching her what a real man would treat her like, making her scream my name and ride my cock. Turning away from the window, I breathe heavily. Now she is here. In my pool. Half goddamn naked and wet, and I can’t take it. I even asked him to stop bringing her around. He asked why I hated her. It was better than him learning the truth—that I don’t hate her, the opposite actually. I crave her and the sweetness of her body.
Her innocence calls to a dark part of me that wants to ruin it, that wants to shatter it, claim her, and make her my own dirty little angel. She’s young, barely over twenty, and I’m twice her age. She’s dating my son, but it stops nothing. I still wish I could storm out there, throw her onto the patio, and rip off that tiny suit and tongue fuck her. I bet she would taste as sweet as she looks…
Like she controls my movements, I turn back at her laugh, pressing my forearms to the glass of the second-floor window in my bedroom as I watch her. The sun kisses her golden skin, and her curves call to me, demanding I fill my hands as I drive into that tight little cunt.
Justin splashes her, and she splashes him back before he grabs her and reels her in for a kiss. She doesn’t even fucking moan. She would if I did it. I would plunder that mouth until she couldn’t breathe without me. He slides his hands down into the water, and I have to close my eyes as jealousy roars through me.
She isn’t mine, but fuck, I wish she was.
I can’t help but torture myself, unable to turn away as he hoists her from the water and perches her on the pool edge. He kisses her again, and her eyes close as he turns her head and kisses down her shoulder and chest, ignoring her silent plea. She thrusts her ample chest out, and he doesn’t so much as even touch them, the fucking idiot. I would yank down that string and lavish them with my tongue, making her beg from that alone.