delete the text message as well but decide to respond in a way that she would know what I’m talking about, but no one else would if they happened to stumble onto these messages.
Me: But…I am glad that you realize that. That you realize that my anger earlier was just that. Anger. But at myself. So, I’m sorry for taking it out on you, Stass.
Stassi: It’s okay
Me: It’s not.
Stassi: You’re right, it’s not. But I forgive you anyway. Night. xxx
I stare at the x’s on the screen for longer than I care to admit, wishing those were real kisses pressed against my lips. My cock practically screams for me to touch it or stroke it as I picture my stepdaughter’s sweet face, but I can’t.
I can’t allow myself to have her in any way, even if it’s only in my mind.
I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, and my God, was it sweet, but I fear taking another bite, another lick, another suck would be nothing but poisonous.
* * *
It’s been a week since we got back from Charleston and Dominic and I are moving around each other like polite roommates. I half expected something to come about from the texting while I was slightly tipsy off of this strawberry vodka drink that Kate made me, but the next morning he’d just kissed my forehead and said he was glad I was home. I honestly am not sure what I wanted. I’m not sure what I want next week or next month or next year. I’m not looking for a husband or a boyfriend or even Mr. Right. I do know I’m looking for an orgasm that only my stepfather can give. I want more of that. I want to explore so much more with him.
He’d told me that he was going to claim every inch of me when we were in Charleston and while he did with his mouth, there was still one hole that he hadn’t claimed with his dick, and though I knew it would be even more painful than losing my virginity, I wanted it because I knew it would be amazing just like all of the other experiences we’d shared. I’m fantasizing about the weekend in Charleston for perhaps the millionth time when my phone begins to ring.
I’m surprised that Carter has been calling, especially after the last time we met was far from friendly, and yet I’m getting texts and calls and voicemails.
Who the fuck leaves voicemails except for my dentist’s office?
And here he goes again. I ignore the call yet again and prepare to delete the voicemail that I know will be coming moments later when there’s a knock on the door. Dominic would have my ass if I answered the door to an unexpected guest at night, but it’s four in the afternoon, so I figure I’m safe from any abduction attempts. I make my way to the foyer, surprised Dominic isn’t already down here and let out a groan when I look through the peephole to see just who I’ve been avoiding.
“What?” I call through the door. “Most people take a hint when someone ignores their texts and calls.”
“Stass…baby…” I hear through the door and I roll my eyes at his term of endearment.
“That ship has sailed.”
“Well, what about the old ship? A friendship.”
“The only friendship I’m interested in having with you is one that doesn’t involve any kind of sexual activity.”
“But…” A hand darts out next to me and before I can blink, I’m pushed back as Dominic opens the door.
“Can I help you?” He crosses his arms and glares at Carter.
“Oh…Principal Callahan I…I didn’t know you were home.”
“Well, I am. Is there a reason you’re on my porch, one calling my stepdaughter ‘baby’ and two talking about any kind of sexual activity? Have you lost your mind?”
“Well, sir…I didn’t exactly say anything about sex.” I can see he’s visibly shaken up at this conversation with Dominic. I try to contain the smile pulling at my lips at this possessive show Dominic seems to be putting on for me. At least I hope that’s what this is.
“I did hear her say she hasn’t been interested in talking to you. Take the hint, son.” His voice is even, though if I’m not mistaken, I detect a hint of smugness in his voice.
“Sir, I would just like to talk to her.”
“She doesn’t want to talk and until she does, until she reaches out, I would advise that you not show up at my house