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“You weirdo.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s your odd combo?”
“I like dipping Oreos in juice, but that’s not weird. That’s practically gourmet.”
“Ewww.”
He tickles me, and I screech like a pterodactyl I’m laughing so hard.
It’s not until he’s rinsing the conditioner from my hair that his cock bumps against my ass and I remember his promise of shower sex. I wriggle against him until he’s nestled into my ass.
Laz groans and kisses my neck. I’m so turned on and wet that when the plush head of his cock slips between my lips, he slides right in.
My palms land flat against the tiles, and I walk my feet apart. One of his large, tattooed hands lands next to mine, and I stare at how perfect we look together as he carefully thrusts into me, his lips against my ear.
“Are you sore, Bambi?”
I shake my head, the water flowing down my skin and around the place where he’s thrusting deep inside me.
Laz groans and starts to fuck me in earnest, his powerful body making smacking sounds with every thrust. I arch back into his grip on my waist.
My clit is right there, and I play with myself, rubbing hard in time with his thrusts. My eyes are closed, and I feel surrounded by Laz. Cocooned by him. There’s only him and me, the sound of rushing water, and the ecstasy that’s building inside me.
I come in a joyful rush, the water cool against my hot skin, and then revel in the sensations of Laz pounding me with pure abandon and coming with a groan in my ear, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of this moment.
Because it’s over too soon. The water is turned off. We dry off and get dressed. There’s no packing to be done as we didn’t bring anything with us, so we share a final kiss behind the closed door, and then leave it all behind.
We hold hands as we ride the elevator down and check out. When we pass through the front doors out into the fresh air, we let go of each other.
Laz casts me a look that’s as wistful as I feel as he digs the valet ticket out of his wallet and his Camaro is brought around.
Back home.
Back to Laz being my stepfather.
Back to shitty reality.
* * *
“Where the hellhave you two been?”
The moment we enter the house Mom confronts us with tired, angry lines around her eyes. She probably had too much wine, barely any sleep, and she’s still in a rage from yesterday.
Her gaze darts from me to Laz and back again, preternaturally sharp, like she’s watching a replay of last night’s events just by looking at us.
Behind my back, I pull the ring off my left hand and stick it back on my right. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to act. I totally freeze.
Laz shrugs casually. “Mia was upset after the cemetery. She didn’t want to come home, so I took her to a hotel.”
My eyes nearly bug out of my head. So, we’re not bothering to lie? I thought Laz would spin a tale about his car breaking down in the woods and us shivering under our jackets all night or something.
“Why on earth would Mia be so upset about something that happened years ago?”
“Maybe you should ask yourself that question, Giulia. You’re the one who nearly took yesterday away from her.”
Mom glares at him and turns to me. “You’re only eighteen. You’re still in school and you stayed out all night. I was worried sick.”
I pull my phone from my bag, but I haven’t missed any calls or messages. “I didn’t know you were worried. You didn’t call.”
