Chapter 17 - Questions
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Alice's Point Of View
“Did my mom lose some part of her memory?” I asked myself, staring at her radiant face.
She didn't look like she had been sick at all.
I was so confused, everything I had experienced those past few days couldn't have been a dream, could it?
“Good Morning, Baby,” Mr Smith greeted his wife with a bright smile.
“Good Morning dear, how was your boy's trip?” She asked curiously, her eyes lighting up as he walked into the room.
“It was fine, but I missed you too much,” he responded, walking up to her and kissing her deeply.
“Oh you two have met before,” she said turning to me, I nodded slowly.
My mind was in shambles, I needed to say something, do something, really find out what was happening but I stayed still.
“Boys trip?” I asked curiously, looking between them.
“Yes I went fishing with my son for a few days,” he responded calmly, smiling at me.
All of this was strange and confusing because I knew how much Mr Smith hated me.
And now he was nice to me? Something was off.
“Can I come in?” A familiar voice asked calmly, knocking gently at the door.
“Sure Reynolds please come in,” my mom responded immediately, her smile widening.
My heart beat quickened, my hands shaking as I looked towards the door.
There he was with those leather brown eyes that did things to my insides
He approached us slowly, a smirk forming on his lips, but he didn't look at me.
“Good Morning Ma’am,” he greeted my mom, barely acknowledging my presence.
“What's that on your arm?” My mom asked curiously, pointing to the part of his arm that was wrapped in nylon.
“Oh I got a new tattoo,” he said calmly, his eyes flickering for just a moment.
“Oh really?” My mom responded, her eyebrows raising slightly.
“He's a little defiant,” his father added with a nervous chuckle, seeming embarrassed about what his son had done.
“It's not a big deal, I'm just curious to know what the tattoo is,” my mom replied, her eyes becoming wider.
“It’s a fish caught in a net,” he said calmly, taking a deep breath.
“Oh….” My mom responded anxiously, seeming uncomfortable.
“Because we went on her fishing trip right?” His dad added immediately, looking as uncomfortable as my mom.
“Yeah and maybe something more,” he said firmly, his eyes suddenly fixed on me.
The atmosphere in the room shifted from ordinary to something silently charged.
“If you don't mind excusing the new couple,” he said playful, but his eyes were intense, not matching his tone.
“Oh okay,” I said anxiously, letting out a nervous chuckle.
He strolled out slowly, just like he came in, not paying any attention to me again.
I watched him exit the room and then turned to my mom.
“Mom,I will let you two catch up now,” I said quietly, standing to my feet and walking out.
I still limped, a bit too scared to put too much pressure on the leg that had the injury even if it had disappeared.
I stepped out of my mom’s room taking a deep breath, it felt like I had been holding my breath, still shaken from the dream that felt too real.
“My room,” I whispered softly, turning in that direction.
The air around me was heavy, filled with expectation.
I wondered where Reynolds was and thought about all the questions I had but for now the most important thing was some sleep.
I opened my door slowly almost like it was a trap and I didn't know what to expect, I held my breath as the door creaked open.
And there he was…
“Reynolds…” the words fell from my lips like a whisper, almost a prayer.
The one man who was my greatest tormentor but also my greatest solace, the one who had saved me even in that dreadful nightmare.
His brown eyes were locked with mine making a lump form in my throat.
“I am here,” he whispered urgently, closing the distance between them and standing in front of me.
There were no more words, not yet…
His hands found my waist almost immediately, his grip firm and desperate.
“I am here,” he whispered again, almost like an assurance of something.
I didn't understand it but in his arms I felt safe and secure but also hot.
My panties were already soaked as my body purred under his touch.
He pulled me towards himself, the air between us sizzled with expectation, my face was flushed as I struggled to handle the heat growing between my legs.
“Take me,” I whispered urgently, biting my bottom lip.
My mouth had betrayed my mind, begged for his touch and now dealt with the aftermath.
He didn’t respond, didn’t move to touch me, just continued to stare at me.
And after a while I stopped expecting him to kiss me, to take me in the way only he could.
Maybe he had begun to accept the fact that he was my stepbrother, that this relationship was impossible for the both of us.
“You can't take it back now,” he finally said, his voice haggard.
I almost didn’t hear it but before I could fully understand what he had just said his lips were on mine.
Possessive, dominant, desperate, like it was his last and only meal, I opened my mouth some more, letting him taste every inch of me.
His lips left mine, urgently tasting and claiming every other part of me so fiercely that my knees weakened.
“So perfect,” he whispered softly, kissing the down the nape of my neck.
My moans were loud, my fingers digging into his back.
He took me again and again, and I could feel everything he didn't say, his longing, his anger, the tension.
He kept whispering my name, almost like a forbidden word, something he wasn't allowed to say.
And as we lay cuddled up in bed, his face buried in my neck, I finally summoned the courage to ask him the question that was bugging my mind.
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