Her Stepfather's Mistress

005

Jewel

I gasp, my body coming alive in a way it only does when he's touching me.

His warm tongue evades my mouth, and I grip his shoulder tight, trembling so hard it's a miracle I'm still standing.

“Reed? Where are you? Is she here yet?” Skylar's voice comes from the hall, and I jerk away from him, breathing harshly.

I clean my lips with the back of my palm, putting more distance between us. But Reed doesn't move. His eyes remain on me, following my every action like a predator ready to pounce.

Skylar stops before the room, sighing as she sees us.

“Oh, there you are. Sorry, I was late. My dad came up with some last-minute documents and delayed me in reviewing and signing them." She says as she enters the room, flashing me a smile.

I force a smile, my heart pounding fast from the fear that she will figure out the truth.

“Do you like your room? I'm sure it's better than what you're used to." She says, and my pulse steadies.

Her attitude makes it easier to feel less bad.

“Yes," I mutter, clearing my throat. I pretend to look around, walking into the bathroom and remaining there until they both leave.

My bags arrive, and I spend time unpacking, intentionally wasting time so I don't have to eat at the same time as them.

They send a staff to call me twice, and each time I lie that I'm coming.

When I eventually go downstairs, Skylar is at the foot of the landing, pacing. She turns at the sound of my footsteps.

“What took you so long? It's not enough that I had such a long day at work; I have to wait on you before I can eat, too?” She snaps.

“Uh…I'm sorry, why didn't you just eat instead of waiting for me?”

"See, that's exactly what I said!” She barks, glaring at Reed as she stalks to her seat.

I bite my lip, watching them warily as I take a seat far from them.

“Can we f*****g eat now?" Skylar booms, and a staff scurries in, rushing to serve her first before attending to Reed and then me.

The table is heavy with tension.

Clearing my throat, I decided to bring up a conversation to ease the tension.

“So how was work today?" I murmur, smiling. She glances at me briefly, sighing as she picks up her glass of wine and takes a sip.

"Stressful. I said that already.” She huffs. “But thank you for asking." She adds.

I nod, racking my brain for another topic.

“Since when do you cook anyway?" She asks Reed, her brow furrowing as she drinks some more.

"Is there a problem with the food?” Reed asks dryly.

"No, but…”

"Then say thank you or just shut up and eat. I'm fine with either.”

I freeze in my seat, expecting a comeback from her that'll escalate into a fight. But instead, she rolls her eyes and stands up, dumping her napkin on the half-empty plate.

“I'm full." She bites out, glaring at Reed. I avoid her gaze as she nears me, not sure if I'm supposed to stand up and follow her in solidarity.

I am totally regretting my decision to move in with them.

“Don't stay up late, Jewel. And call me tomorrow so I can tell you what the plan for the day is. Goodnight.” She mutters as she passes me.

“Good night," I call after her.

The angry stomps of her feet up the stairs make me lose my appetite. Sighing, I stand up too.

“Is the food not good enough for you, too?" Reed says flatly, and I resist the urge to say what's on my mind.

"No, I'm just full.” I lie, forcing a smile. Our eyes meet, and he nods, dismissing just as quickly.

I walk up quietly, my mind busy with many thoughts.

I try to convince myself that the situation is not that bad. I have my job at the club, which is always at night. Skylar and Reed work during the day, so I won't get to see them much.

Tonight is just a rare exception, and my off days too. I can do this. For Bloom, and if I get to break through Skylar’s defense along the line, that's a win too.

She was really young when she had me. She was 12. And although she and I haven't had time to speak about the details that surround my birth, I've thought about it many times to know it couldn't have been easy for her.

Maybe she's just traumatized. And deserves my open mind. In her own way, I can't deny that she's trying, and if there's going to be any chance for us at all, I have to stay away from Reed.

Completely.

I promise myself that I will do just that as my body hits the soft sheets and I cover myself with the fancy duvet. If not for anything but as a sacrifice to get to know my mother.

Yet, when I close my eyes, my heart betrays me by yearning for him and soon he’s back in my dreams, where wanting him doesn’t hurt anyone.

This time, we are in my new room; I'm in my nightwear, and he's shirtless.

His muscular body climbs my curvy one, his scent intoxicating. I melt into him, my body betraying how much I've missed him.

Somehow, he feels real.

“You wanted me to come, didn't you?" He whispers, kissing down my neck.

I don't understand, but I still hold onto him tightly.

“Answer me." He rumbles, stopping at my breast and biting a n****e through my cloth.

I gasp, my core pooling with wetness.

“Yes," I confess, digging my fingers into his scalp as I practically try to keep his head at my breast.

He chuckles, but he obliges my request, sucking my sensitive bud through the light material.

I moan, writhing underneath him. One of his hands finds a way between my legs, and I gasp when he swirls my wetness with his finger, going to press it at my c**t as he begins to drive me insane.

“Oh, god."

"Shhhh. She'll hear you.” He chastises, giving me a stern look before continuing down my body. I frown at his words, but soon he's flicking his tongue against my p***y, and my brain shuts down.

I moan and writhe against his hot and persuasive kisses, begging him never to stop. He leans up at some point and stuffs my panties into my mouth, partially silencing me.

I'm about to complain when he sticks his tongue deep inside me, hitting the very spot that holds all the nerves.

I whimper from the cripplingly pleasurable feeling of having my c**t and G-spot stimulated at once.

My muscles clench, and I gasp when I realize I'm about to c*m. This is the first time this will be happening since I've been dreaming about him.

My hold on his hair tightens, and my muscles tense; the world blurs as pure bliss rocks my body, quivering my limbs. I writhe and moan, gasping when I hear the soft click of a door closing.

My eyes flash open, and I stiffen as my brain becomes painfully aware of my environment. But that’s not what froze my lungs. No, it's the shock that rocks my body when I take a shaky hand to my mouth and I find my panties lodged inside.

It wasn't a dream.