Page 11 of His Good Girl

“Nope, no, not watching that movie!” Marcee calls as she comes in with a large bowl of popcorn.

“Why not?” Watching Alexis laugh steals my breath a little. Her face lights up and her eyes shine as she tips her head back, her blonde hair flowing behind her.

“There is no way I'm watching a strip club scene or a girl in a whipped cream bikini with my dad!”

“Good call, Marcee, I forgot about those parts. I second the veto of that movie. What about Top Gun, or Old School, both great?” I concede.

“Top Gun!” both girls shout. As the opening credits roll, Marcee moves to the overstuffed chair, leaving Alexis and I on the couch together. Pulling her legs up onto the couch, Alexis pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“Gods, Iceman is so freaking hot! Charlie definitely picked the wrong man.” She sighs wistfully.

Marcee gasps, glaring at Alexis. “No way, Maverick is way hotter.”

“Well, now I’m regretting my suggestion,” I quip while taking a sip of beer. Marcee throws a pillow at me while Alexis just gives me a wink. She shifts her body so she's leaning against the arm of the couch. Her shorts have ridden up and I'm gifted with the most delicious peek of her ass. It’s so smooth and tight, I want to bite it. Averting my gaze, I chug the rest of my beer and mumble about getting another before darting out of the room.

When the scene where Goose dies plays, a sniff from the other side of the couch draws my attention. A tear runs down Alexis’s cheek. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach over and wipe it away, but that feels too intimate; touching her at all feels risky. Instead, I sneak a glance at Marcee, seeing she is glued to the screen, I reach over and squeeze Alexis’s foot, running my thumb along the arch. She gives me a watery smile. I note her eyes are more green than brown when she’s crying, then she rubs her foot against my thigh. It’s all innocent, but damn, I want to pull her into my lap and hold her.

The movie finishes an we get everything cleaned up when I realize I only have one spare room set up, since I didn’t know Alexis was coming. “Alexis, I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with Marcee tonight. I’m still buying furniture for the house and only have one spare bed.”

“No problem at all. I know I kinda crashed your weekend together.”

“You are more than welcome here anytime, Alexis, and I promise to get a second bedroom set up soon so you can stay as often as you want.”

Making my way upstairs, I reflect on the evening and I know I made the right choice moving closer. This was a pretty perfect night.

17

ALEXIS

“Lexie, I love you, but if you bust out your little friend while we share a bed, I will throw it out the window!’

I can’t stop the snort of laughter that bursts out of me as I shake the bright pink toy in question at her. “Rude! How dare you threaten to throw Javier out the window.”

“You named it?” she squeals loud enough that she checks her door like a high schooler afraid her parents will come yell at us for being noisy, making me laugh loudly.

“No worries, Marce, I might just crash on the couch if that's okay. I plan to wake up early and go for a run on the beach and don’t want to disturb anyone. Plus, I’m not tired yet, so I'll probably read for a bit.”

“Go for it, Dad won’t mind at all. He means it when he says to make yourself comfortable here.” Smiling, I grab my bag, tossing Javier inside, before catching the pillow Marcee tosses to me, and head back downstairs. Pulling out my book, I get comfy and lose myself in my latest romance novel.

When I glance at the clock, it’s almost one a.m., and after the chapter I just read, I’m all sorts of riled up. It’s about a single dad that ends up hooking up with his kid’s nanny, who is much younger than him, and the things he does to her, whew, I need a cold shower. I pause, listening for any sounds of movement in the house. When I’m met with silence, I dig through my bag, pulling out the pink rabbit vibrator stashed inside. Turning it on, I'm relieved at how quiet this model is. I pull my shorts and thong to the side and run the vibrating head through my center, gathering wetness on it before circling my clit a few times.

Once I'm squirming and turned on, I insert the toy into my pussy, lining the little rabbit ears with my clit and lie back, loving the sensations pulsing through me. I tap on the thrusting head before slipping a hand under my shirt to work my nipples. Giving my piercing a little tug, a soft moan slips from my lips. Fuck, it feels so good, pressure is already building in my core.

Muscles contracting, I let my mind wander, and out of nowhere, images of Finn between my thighs play in my mind. His tongue working my clit in a flicking motion. Panting, I push the toy in further so I can feel the friction on my g-spot as it thrusts. Another moan breaks free—this one louder.

Movement at the door catches my attention. It’s dark, but I'm almost certain Finn is standing by the half open door. My head screams for me to stop, but the idea of him watching me overrides all conscious thoughts. Biting my lip, I turn my head fully to stare into the shadows and pull my top up further, baring my breasts fully. The shadow shifts but doesn’t leave. My breath is coming in quick pants, my heart beating against my ribcage, pressure spiraling deep in my core.

The shine from the moon outside moves, giving more light in the doorway, just enough to make out Finn’s face in the moonlight. Knowing he’s there, watching me, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm slams through me as I let out a strangled cry of pleasure, my eyes closing as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

When I open my eyes, completely blissed out, I search the shadows for Finn, but he isn’t there. Holy fuck balls, did I really just get myself off in front of Marcee’s dad? I know I should feel embarrassed, but I'm already ready for round two, more amped up than ever before. Everything about that feels so illicit and devastatingly hot. Lying there, I debate my next move.

Do I just pretend it didn’t happen or go see if he’s out there still? Either way, I need to clean up, my cum is dripping out of me after that orgasm. After a couple more minutes, I decide to head upstairs and use the bathroom to refresh. There’s a bathroom downstairs of course, but all my stuff is upstairs and in the recesses of my mind, a little voice is saying go upstairs because he might be there.

As quietly as I can, I tiptoe up the stairs, my bare feet hardly making a sound. Cleaning myself up, I begin to second guess the whole thing. Was that really Finn? Would he really stand there and watch me like that? After my boob popped out by the pool, I could have sworn I saw him adjusting his hard cock, but now, I'm not sure. And I swear he was staring at my ass during the movie, but that doesn’t compute either.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh. There’s no way Finn is into me. I’m having horny delusions about my best friend's dad. I’m an idiot that obviously needs to get laid. Besides being much older than me, Finn is a sexy, successful, rich, single man. No way in hell he is interested in a twenty-two-year-old skank with daddy issues. With that sobering thought, I leave the bathroom.

As I close the door, I can hear a shower running down the hall. I creep toward Finn’s bedroom door and press my ear to it. Yep, the shower is definitely on. Holding my breath, I listen for a few seconds longer. Then, mixed with the noise of the water, I hear Finn groaning. My mind obviously fractures because before I know it, I'm opening his door and slipping inside.