Threat (21 page)

“What are you—”

I chuckle in her ear. “What do you
think
I'm doing?”
My words quickly become muffled by the taste of her sweet, warm skin.
I run my tongue up the length of her neck, before settling on the
most supple spot to suck. My hand cups her breast, kneading it like
dough and feeling her nipple bead between my fingers. A moan as soft
as her skin escape her throat, her leg curling up around mine.

“Threat?”

“Hmm?”

“W—what time is it?”

Really?
“Sex-o'clock, baby.”

“No, seriously, what time is it?”

I groan as I tear my body from hers and reach for my phone. “Ten
thirty.”

She darts straight up in bed. “Shit!” she hollers,
holding the sheet against her chest.

I can't help but laugh. “Did you have an appointment or
something?”

“No, it's just—” She looks at me nervously. “Do
you think they'll suspect anything?”

“Oh, that's what you're worried about. This is your dad and my
mom we're talking about,” I reply. “They won't suspect a
thing. Now come back to bed.”

She shakes her head as she glances around the room nervously. And I
know my chances for morning sex are pretty much shot to hell now.
“Rain check,” she says, throwing her legs over the side
of the bed. “We should get back before they suspect something.
Where are my clothes?”

“Still in the kitchen.” I reach for my jeans. “And
they won't suspect a thing.”

*

Leah insists that we return to the house separately. I go along with
the plan despite thinking it's unnecessary and probably looks even
more
suspicious than if we return together. I don't have the
heart to explain to Leah that neither of our parents are exactly the
brightest bulbs on the shelf.

So instead of making waves, for once in my life, I wander into the
kitchen a good ten minutes after she does. By the time I get there
Leah is already seated at the nook and little Susie homemaker has
something burnt smelling on the stove. Of course.

Mom flashes a terse smile when I enter.

“Look who decided to join us,” she says. Her words aren't
bitter or spiteful but they're definitely sullen. As long as she
stays oblivious, I'm fine.

Leah glances back toward me but quickly looks away.

Mom dishes something up and places it in front of her. “Are you
feeling any better today?”

I shrug it off and lean against the fridge. “Where did Colin
go?” I ask, realizing the room is short one person.

“He'll be back later. He had a few errands to run.”

That's just as well. I'm not sure I could look him straight in the
face after what I did to his daughter last night.

“I was just telling Leah he had a great idea for us to spend
some time together tonight. As a family.”

Spare me. “Actually, Leah and I were planning to take the boat
out on the lake later.”

My eyes dart to her and she goes still.

Mom shrugs. “Okay, if you guys want to do that, just be back by
seven.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumble as I reach for a banana
on the kitchen island.

“I made breakfast,” Mom says, “You're welcome to
have some.”

This is the part when I would take a crack at Mom's shitty cooking,
but I just can't bring myself to do it in front of Leah.

And maybe she got it bad enough yesterday.

“I don't want to eat too heavy, I'm going for a run.”

“Oh, all right,” she replies as I walk away.

For some reason I can't wait to get out of that house. I plug my ear
buds into my phone and hit the dirt hard, running faster than I
should for a work out. What the fuck is wrong with me and why am I
feeling even the slightest pang of regret for how I treated my mom?
What about how she's treated me all these years? Keeping me away from
my father, gallivanting with one shitty boyfriend after another,
debasing herself for money. Does she think she can bake me a few
muffins, pat me on the head and think I'll forget the way the other
kids teased and tormented me when they found out what my mother did
for a living? She doesn't deserve my sympathy, and I won't let
anything or anyone convince me otherwise.

*

The run hit the spot. It was exactly what I
needed to take my mind off things. Not Leah, of course; my mind can
stay on her all day for all I care. As well as other parts of my
body.

“Rain check” is what she said to me
this morning. I smile to myself thinking about it as I make my way
back into the house—that means she wants me to fuck her again.
Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised, but I wasn't exactly easy on her
last night. I worried that maybe I was too rough with her, that she
was too inexperienced to be fucked like that, but I'll be damned if
she didn't keep up with me better than any other girl I've been with.
And that just makes me want her more.

The house is quiet as I stalk through it. Not a
sign of Mom anywhere, or Colin. I pass Leah's room and she's got the
door closed. I consider sneaking inside, but I'm drenched in sweat
and in need of a shower. So I grab a change of clothes from my room
and head for the bathroom instead.

After spending a good fifteen minutes under the
water, I step out into the steam and dry off. With the damp towel
around my waist I reach for the door knob, just as I hear Leah's
bedroom door open.

My lips curl into a smile—showtime.

The second she passes the bathroom door I grab
her, pull her inside, and shut the door tight behind us.

“Mmph!” Her yelp is muffled by my
hand clamped over her mouth.

“Shhhh,” I say to her as I slowly
lower my hand.

She slaps my shoulder, her eyes wide with
shock. “What are you doing?”

“Stealing you away. I think you owe me a
rain-check,” I reply with a smirk. I lower my lips to hers,
keeping her soft body wedged between my chest and the edge of the
sink. She kisses me back, but then stops, pushing me back by my
shoulders.

“No! We can't do this in—in...”
Her eyes trail down my naked torso, and soon enough, her lips are
moving but nothing is coming out.

My belly rumbles with laughter. “You know
my face is up here, right?”

She rolls her eyes, and then they land back on
mine, finally. “We can
not
do this here.” It
sounds like she's trying to convince herself of that.

“Nice to see you finally regained your
composure.”

“Your Mother could be right outside the
door right now. My father could be home any second.”

Yeah, and? The danger only makes this hotter.
“Your father won’t be back until this evening and my
mother is too busy trying to convince him she's a housewife. Their
heads are so far in space they could touch Jupiter right now.”

She covers her mouth and giggles. “Where
have you been all day anyways?”

“I went for an extended run,” I
explain. I slip my hand beneath the hem of her top, my fingertips
grazing her hips. “And now, I could use another shower.”

She runs her hands up and down my biceps
“You're already wet.”

“You're damn right I am,” I say
with a sheepish grin. She walked right into that one, didn't she?

Her eyes flare and cheeks flush. “Sounds
like you could use a
cold
shower.”

“Stop acting like you're some kind of
nun. Not after all the dirty things I did to you last night.”
Ignoring her words, I bury my mouth in the crook of her neck, pulling
her in closer by the waist. She smells good enough to eat, and tastes
just as good too.

“No, Threat!” she says through a
fit of giggles, as she playfully attempts to wiggle out of my
embrace. God, I love the feel of her body writhing against mine like
that.

“Take those fucking clothes off,” I
whisper into her ear, feeling her body tense against mine.

“You first,” she says in a lusty,
seductive voice.

Well alright then. I stretch my arms out wide,
with nothing but my towel slung low around my lips. Her eyes darken
as they scan down my body. She reaches for the knot in my towel, only
to stop herself.

“There's nothing under there you haven't
seen already.”

She pushes me playfully, and slips her fingers
beneath the towel, grazing the skin right above my dick. That's all
it takes to make me stiffen. She pulls the fabric apart and lets it
fall to the floor around my feet. She still looks in awe of my cock,
despite all the different ways she took it last night.

Just as I'm about to grab her and rip those
damn clothes of her to shreds, she pushes me back against the
opposite wall. What the hell? Her hands are all over my chest, and so
are her lips, kissing between my pecks, breathing on my skin, running
her tongue over my abs.

She takes my cock in her fist, making me harder
and harder with each stroke. Fuckin' hell, I turned her into a
fucking nympho in just one night. That has to be a new record or
something.

She falls to her knees in front of me, dragging
her tongue over my Adonis lines, stopping right at the base of my
cock.

“Come on baby, you can't just stop
there,” I mumble.

She looks up at me with a sly smile. “Who
said I was stopping?”

Now that's my girl.

She brings my tip right up to her mouth,
brushing those puffy pink lips of hers against it first, then running
her tongue over my slit and lapping up the tiny drops of juices. I
take in a deep breath, grabbing her locks tight in my hand. She knows
exactly how to torture me and make me wait. Was I this bad with her
last night? Is this revenge?

She strokes me again, this time her tongue
following as she licks the underside of my rod. Fucking hell, I'm
ready to jam the whole thing right down her throat. She's playing
with fire and doesn't even know it.

“Don't...fucking...tease me,” I
growl in a tone so low I even shock myself. Her eyes round and she
swallows air.

“Just what are you going to do about it?
I'm the one who has your cock between my teeth.”

What has she become?

Before I can respond she wraps her lips around
my head and sucks it like it's candy. I grunt, gripping her hair
tighter—too tight, probably, but she doesn't complain. Her
tongue is rough and so fucking warm, and she drags it back and forth
over my tip. But it's not enough. I want to feel the fucking back of
her throat.

I angle my hips, pushing into her just a
little, and she takes it gladly. Inch by inch, she takes more of me
into her mouth, tightening her hand around the exposed skin of my
shaft, until there's none left. She practically swallows me whole,
her tongue wrapping around me like a vice.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan as her head
bobs against me. She sucks me hard and relentlessly, showing me no
mercy the same way I didn't show her any. Oh yeah, I've trained her
good.

“I'm gonna come,” I warn her. She
makes a whimpering sound around my cock. “I want to come down
your fucking throat.” I would've picked her tits but she still
has a shirt on.

She doesn't protest. She keeps her lips wrapped
around my shaft like a good girl, as I thrust deeper between her
teeth, my cock jerking until it finally explodes.

“Mmph!” she yelps in surprise, but
she doesn't flinch away. She keeps her mouth in place, drinking up
every last bit of my juices, then dragging her tongue over me to make
sure she didn't miss a drop.

I let my head fall back against the wall, as
she lets my cock fall out of her mouth. I think I might need that
cold shower after all.

“Did you like that?” she asks
tentatively, wiping her mouth.

Seriously? “Why the hell wouldn't I like
that?” I mean, it's a fucking blow job.

Her eyes light up and she grins. “I
dunno. I've never—”

“You suck dick like a pro, for a virgin.”

She scoffs. “I'm not any virgin.”

“Half a virgin.”

“Stop,” she giggles.

I take her by the hips. “We're going back
to the boat. Now.”

“We can't, remember? My dad will be back
in a couple hours.”

“And?”

Her shoulders slump. “And he wants us all
to spend time together.”

“Which is exactly why we need to sail off
and get out of that shit.”

“No, I know this means a lot to dad.
We'll only be up here for two more days, and he wants us to do
something together.”

“What, and act like we're some big, happy
family? When he married a whore and I'm fucking his daughter?”

She sighs and backs away from me, burying her
head in her hands. “I thought you had changed.”

Changed? “I don't know who gave you the
idea that I need to change.”

“You know what I mean—”

“Because I don't.”

“Okay,” she says, clearly growing
stressed. “I just feel like you didn't hear anything I said on
the pier last night.”

“Look, what goes down between me and my
mom is between us, okay? You don't even know half of the things she's
done. So maybe you should reserve your judgment.”

Leah blinks rapidly, her bottom lip stiffens.
She wraps her arms around her waist and I know I'm coming off too
strong. This isn't what I want—I don't want to make her mad,
and I don't want to be frustrated with her. All I fucking want is to
go back on the lake, just her and I, and skip all this fake family
bullshit.