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Kostas had a habit of complimenting me but canceling it out by pointing out one of my flaws. Maybe he just feels the need to put me down so that I forget about the million other guys on the planet. All that I could have my pick from. Kostas and I had met at a bar in Sacramento. One of my best friends had moved to San Francisco with her partner and opened their own gallery featuring small artists.
On the trip home, I stopped in Sacramento and there he was. He turned to me and winked. My knees buckled as he offered me his hand and introduced himself. Kostas won me over by his knowledge of wines. The way he spoke about the flavours and process was like listening to music. He was insightful and charming.
After he told me I was the best-looking woman in the room; we were back in my hotel within minutes having a nightcap. He pulled my tight dress over my cheeks and ate my ass until he couldn’t take it anymore. He said he wanted to fuck me doggy so he could watch my ass shake. It wasn’t until the next day that I found out he was a bartender at my hotel’s bar. Was it a red flag? Maybe. But here we are, and I have red flags too. After the food was cleared away, Kostas took my hand in his.
“I’m ready for the next phase of my life, with you. A new beginning with my new wife.” I cringed at the word wife. New wife, like a filling up Rolodex.
“Shall we head over? The boys should get there soon.” I stood, pulling my Chanel bag onto my shoulder.
Kostas wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered, “I can’t wait to get you into our bed tonight and devour every inch of you.” My pussy clenched, and excitement ran through me.
“I like that idea.”
I hada hangover for two fucking days after the bonfire.
My dick was hard for just as long. I didn’t have time to fuck either of them. Leo seemed confused. I rolled over onto my back, groaning. Yup, still hard as a rock. If I wanted to get some relief, I would have to hammer it back down. I sat up, blinking. I still felt foggy, tired. I never wanted to drink again. I stood, stretching the length of my six-foot four frame. My fingertips touched the ceiling, my dick reaching for it too. I needed coffee, but coffee was in the lobby. Which meant I had to put on clothes. I hated wearing clothes. I’d walk around naked all the time. I’m sure someone’s granny would surely have a heart attack at the sight of what I was packing.
I turned on the shower, yawning. This was going to be a long fucking day. Packing and moving, again. Only this time, I would have to play nice with a random chick I never met. I hoped she wasn’t a PTA mom with a stick up her ass.
I bent my head and let the hot water run over my back, remembering Lyss and the way her body looked in the firelight. Casting shadows on her body and face that made her look downright sinful. Her body, vulnerable under her fingertips and her eyes wide and intent. She watched as Leo and I grunted together, jerking each other off. The urgency for one another already in the air, and she tipped it over with just one small sentence.
Kiss him.
I’ve never watched a woman bring herself to climax in front of me. Her abandon and voyeuristic show sent me into a sexual frenzy. It thrilled me. I stood in the shower, stroking my cock and imagining her small, warm mouth around it. I braced my palm against the shower wall, bicep straining with my weight. I pumped faster, wondering if her moans sounded as beautiful as her voice.
And then that one sweet moan she let slip past her lips as she came. I let out a painful grunt as the orgasm oozed out of me. I watched myself spill over my hand, but in my fantasy; it was smeared all over her silky, black hair.
The Uber pulledup to the front of the house, and I thought for sure there had been a mistake.
“Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked the driver, re-reading the note Dad had written for me in a rush.
I read back the address, and he said, “This is it. You’ve never been here?”
“Nope. Never.” I opened the car door and stared. Gardens hugged the corners of the house, bright and dark pinks nestled in the brush and ivy. Rooftop balconies on both sides of the second floor, two widow’s peaks with windows topped off the Cape style house. I walked down the stone pathway and up to the heavy wooden door. I knocked, unsure if I should just walk inside. Manners taking over, I waited.
The door opened, and Alyssa stood there, beaming. Our eyes met, and her smile disappeared.
“Jeno, come on in my boy.” My father’s voice boomed behind her, startling us both, her eyes darting to the ground. Dad’s body filled the doorway and as I stepped inside the threshold, rosemary and eucalyptus filled my senses. Walls lined with Alyssa’s photography. Breathtaking seascapes and up-close shots of faces.
“Wait, I know you. You work at the Marina. How cool!” Placing her small, feminine hand against my chest. Dad poured himself a generous glass of Bourbon, turning to Alyssa and kissing her forehead. Her eyes darted to me. I blushed.
“Steamed clams and drinks are out back on the deck. Steak kabobs are on the grill. As soon as Judas shows up, we can eat.” He hit me hard on my back, causing me to step forward to regain my balance. He snorted, amused by my weak balance. My first thought was, I’m asleep. This can only be something skewed and strange that I’ve dreamed up in my mind. Followed by: you wanted to fuck the very woman that your father already has. I shuddered at the thought.
I didn’t have to wait to see her until I was at work any longer. She would be here all the time. Butterflies flew through my stomach.
“I’m sure you want to set down your things. Let me show your room.” She reached for the abandoned suitcase beside me, and I followed her down the long hallway to the back of the house.
The room was large and painted light blue. The décor matched, down to the sheets and towels. A large screen Tv and Xbox, mini fridge and desk took up most of the space. I placed my bag down on the bed and sat, happy to have a permanent place for my books and DVDs. I could see a Fast and the Furious marathon in my future.
Especially if I needed to avoid the thought of railing my future stepmom.
I was late.
But I was always late. I hated rules and regulations. Meeting times was just a suggestion. If I felt like it was important enough; I’d be there. If not, I really didn’t give a fuck. Hour late, that meant I cared. The mysterious beach house sprawled before me. The square footage was at least five thousand. I had one backpack and a duffel bag. That’s it. No boxes or furniture. What mattered most to me wasn’t here inside this house, anyway. It was just a place to lay my head.
I could smell food cooking on a grill and realised I was starving. I let myself in, didn’t bother knocking. This was my new family, right? My house. I walked into the kitchen. Everything was perfect and still. I set down my bags and looked around the granite counters for any sign of food.
“Late as always. Glad you’re here, big guy.” He smelled like bourbon. His eyes blinked lazily, and he had a smile plastered on his face. He leaned over the counter, eyeing me as if he knew something I didn’t.
