And I realize it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Because we’ve established a system that works for now, one that keeps us together, yet keeps us decently shielded from prying eyes. First, Jason couldn’t keep living with Brent in that small space. They were two alpha males, two dominants who would continuously clash if they shared living quarters. So Jason moved into a house in the woods, one that he’d been building for the last year, one with plenty of room and chock full of his gorgeous woodwork, everything crafted by hand.
And that’s where we meet for our loving, to savor one another, spend time in each other’s company. No one knows that we’re together because I moved back in with my mom while Brent lives in his trailer, just like before. So we could be three old friends, gathering at Jason’s place, celebrating together, bonded because of our tumultuous past, Brent rescuing us from troubled childhoods.
But behind closed doors with the curtains drawn, deep in the woods, it’s so much more than that. We’re a triad, the three of us sharing, loving, fucking, and it’s a mature relationship, one where we ride the ups and downs together, reveling in our triumphs, consoling each other’s failures, absolutely everything out on the table, our hearts bare, our bodies naked.
And maybe one day we’ll go public, who knows? Because as every day passes, I’m less and less afraid of being called “trashy.” Everything is relative, and the way I feel about myself, the way I conduct myself, isn’t trashy at all. I’m just in a non-traditional relationship, one with two men, two lovers, and that’s not trashy in and of itself.
So yeah, we’ll see. I love Jason and Brent, and the feeling is mutual, returned a hundred-fold even. For now, it’s more enough, and as for stepping into the spotlight in the future? Well … you never know.
THE END
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The Dirty Virgin
~A May December Stepdaddy Forbidden Romance~
(Erotic Romance)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Me, a virgin? That’s right but the dirty kind.
My mom was the cleaning lady for Drake Markham and we moved into his mansion after they got married. He wasn’t around much when I was growing up, always traveling, head of an international conglomerate. But I saw enough to arouse my senses.
Because Drake was toned.
Tanned.
Alpha.
And utterly gorgeous.
But now I’m fucked because the big man’s finally noticed me.
He likes my curves.
He likes the way I walk.
And most of all, he likes the fact that I’m eighteen and a virgin.
Sure, he’s my stepdaddy, but there’s one thing that’s DEFINITELY going to happen!
DEDICATION
To all the ladies out there who were once dirty virgins …
Aren’t the memories delicious?
CHAPTER ONE
Cleo
Drake Markham has been watching me. I feel it more and more lately, ever since I turned eighteen. It looks like he’s eating breakfast or reading the newspaper but actually his eyes are trailing my body, taking in my every move.
I think it has something to do with my newly developed figure. Just six months ago, I was as skinny as a beanpole and looked like a boy. I had no boobs, no butt, no hips, straight as a ruler, yes sir. Add to that a terrible haircut and braces, and I was pretty much an ugly Pippi Longstocking complete with flaming red hair.
But I’ve changed these last few months.
“Mom,” I whispered, cheeks hot. “I need a bra. I can’t keep going around without one.”
It was so embarrassing to be talking about this at the breakfast table, but it was the only time I saw Lorena now. My mom was constantly disappearing, usually with our pool boy Carlos, and I could never catch her alone. My face colored, the heat rising all the way to my hairline, and I could barely move I was so humiliated.
But I’d seen Drake look. Despite the fact that I hadn’t glanced his way, I’d sensed his awareness of my words, of me. His eyes had flicked in my direction instinctively and then away, shielded by the rustle of his newspaper.
But Lorena knew no discretion.
“Oh honey, of course I’ll take you,” she singsonged, not bothering to lower her voice. “My little girl is growing up,” she trilled. “How delightful!”