undeniable

Chapter 3

Matt

I can't believe Sophie is really here. I know people might think my obsession with her is wrong, but it isn't. I've been divorced for five years and she's an adult. She's eighteen, and I can't deny my need to make her mine.

She entered my heart as a child, a beautiful, fun-loving child. She was always so happy and upbeat. I loved the breath of fresh air she brought to our home. Her presence did more than make Becky happy; it lightened everyone around her.

Becky's mother and I went through our problems—we even tried counseling with a s*x therapist, Dr. Kizer—and over time, I forgot about the sweet little girl with the big blue eyes. I moved on with my life and my business. Things went well with business. It dominated my world. I've been extremely successful.

My personal life side not so much.

And then I stumbled across something about Sophie on one of my daughter's f*******: memories. I dug a little more and learned about the loss of Sophie's parents and her struggles. It broke my heart to think of the carefree happy girl being sad.

I watched from afar. At first, my goal was to help her financially. Obviously, she's working too much for someone so young. I never see pictures of her out having fun like others her age. Instead, her posts are about school and work, too much for someone so young. Then as she matured, I longed to see a carefree woman, an older version of the little girl.

Now, the way she's looking at me, I can only hope that she hasn't forgotten me or doesn't think of me as some old man.

The thickest, longest lashes I've ever seen veil her big blue eyes as she lowers her chin. "Please don't tease me because I've thought of you often."

She's thought of me?

Immediately, I miss her eyes, so I lift her chin. "Sophie, the only teasing I want to do to you has nothing to do with who I'm seeing. I know this may sound like I'm some sort of creep, but I never forgot you, your smile, or your laugh. I lost track of you, but then a few years ago you popped up on f*******:, and I learned what you've been going through. I'm amazed by the woman you are, even though you're young."

Her chest expands and contracts, pressing her t**s against my chest, making my d**k grow harder as I imagine feeling them against my skin. I envision their perkiness as her n*****s harden at my touch. f**k that, at my words, as I tell her what I want to do to her.

"Young?" she asks in almost a whisper. "You think I'm too young?"

"I think you're perfect. I think you're old enough to decide if you want to see me—to be with me—and if you want me to see you."

"Y-you'd want that? To see me?"

Her innocence captivates me. There's a sparkle in her shy grin. I want to take away that shyness—and be the one to take her innocence. I want her to feel more comfortable with me than she ever has with anyone else.

I lower my lips to hers, wanting to go slow, but the attraction is too strong. I can't simply brush a chaste kiss on her. I need to have her: her lips, her soft skin, all of her. There's not an inch of her I don't want to claim. My c**k turns to stone as I imagine having all of her: her small t**s in the palms of my hands and my c**k buried deep inside her.

All at once I wonder.

Is f*******: right?

Or could she be seeing someone else?

Has someone else had what I want as mine?

I force our kiss to end as I look down at her veiled eyes and bruised lips. "Tell me. Tell me the truth. Are you seeing someone?"

She doesn't speak, but her head moves from side to side.

Though I'm relieved, I need to know one more thing. I know it sounds shitty, like some sort of barbaric caveman, but I want to know. "Have you? Has someone else been with you?"

Her head falls forward until her forehead hits my chest. I sense sadness emanating from her. The silence eats at me like acid in my gut, filling me with a fury that I can't describe. I haven't seen Sophie in years, yet I've known the undeniable truth for a while—she is mine.

Should I have moved sooner?

Did someone else touch her?

Did someone hurt her?

Fuck! Her dad is gone. Who has protected her?

I'm not a violent man, but as the silence settles over us, my fists clench, wanting to hurt whoever's hurt her. Why would someone have this amazing woman in their arms, take her most prized possession, and leave her?

"Tell me," I growl.

"No." Her voice is again soft. "I've never...I'm a virgin." She looks up. "I'm sorry if that makes me seem like a child, if that makes you not want me. I'm not experienced like the women you're probably used to."

The relief is intoxicating. I pull her closer, my d**k aching to take away that title, not just once but for the rest of our lives. "No." I caress her cheek with my now-relaxed knuckles. "It doesn't make you seem like a child. It makes you seem like a gift. My gift."

She nods. "I want to be yours. I've never had s*x, but I've thought about it, fantasized about it."

My mind goes to the s*x therapist I saw years ago and how she encouraged exploration of fantasies. While her advice didn't change the downward spiral of my first marriage, the meaning resonates with me. Maybe it wasn't the advice but my partner.

The tip of my d**k moistens, and I hesitate with my next question. As it is, I'm about to come just by rubbing against her. If I add thinking about her fantasies, surely, I'll blow. I can't help myself. "Do you ever touch yourself when you think about it—when you fantasize?"

The shyness from before lessens as she meets me eye to eye. "Yes, and believe it or not, you're the one in my fantasies."

Fuck!

My eyes open wider. "Me? Why me?"

"Because" —she reaches for my c**k and rubs— “I remember you. I've never wanted a boy. I've dreamt of a man, a man who will teach me and show me. I've fantasized about you. It was probably wrong, but you were always the man of my dreams."

I reach for her hand. I do it because I like the feel of it in mine but also because I'm about to shoot my load right here, right now. If she keeps rubbing my d**k, it will be over before it starts, and that's not exactly the manly thing to do.

"I want to take you inside the house and make you mine." I kiss her knuckles. "But if I do, you need to understand that this isn't a one-and-done deal. I'm not that kind of man. I've been patiently waiting. I've watched you. I remember your smile and carefree air. I remember how you brought the sun with you everywhere you went. I want to see that in your eyes again. Sophie, if I f**k you tonight, you'll be mine forever."

She doesn't speak, looking at where our hands are intertwined. And then only her eyes move to mine. "Take me, Matt. Help me remember what it's like to feel good."