Man of the House(10)

“I don’t know. You have all these tattoos. You have a reputation.”

“What do tattoos and reputations have to do with music?”

“I don’t know,” I repeated, frustrated. I felt like I put my foot in my mouth as he laughed and sipped his drink.

“I get what you’re saying. But I’m just a person like everyone else. You’re into music?”

I shrugged. “No more than anyone else. I like whatever’s on the radio.”

“Here, take a listen to this.” He took the jazz record off the turntable, putting it back into its sleeve, and picked out another record. He put that one on and spun it.

“It’s an old Bowie record. Didn’t get a lot of love back in the day.”

“What’s it called?”

“Hours,” he said. “He made it as a video game soundtrack in the nineties.”

I laughed. “Nineties Bowie is the worst.”

“No way. That’s the best Bowie.”

As I looked through the records, Carter came up behind me. I pulled one out and flipped it over, looking at it.

“That’s a good choice,” he said.

“What is it?”

“Bernard Fevre. It’s an old electronic disco album.”

“Is it good?”

“Not really,” he said, laughing. “Let’s put it on.”

We spent the next half hour picking through records, listening to a song or two, and then putting a new record on. I quickly forgot that I disliked this guy Carter, and that he was my stepfather, and instead just enjoyed myself. He was funny and charming, and he seemed to know a lot about the records we were listening to.

Finally, we ended up on a small couch against one wall near the fireplace listening to Lorde’s most recent album.

“You know,” I said, “it’s a little ironic that you have this album. This song is all about how normal people will never be rich and famous like the royals.”

“What’s so ironic about that?”

“You’re rich and famous,” I pointed out.

“I wasn’t always.” He shrugged. “I don’t discriminate.”

“Neither do I, which is why I’m hanging out with mister rich and spoiled.”

He laughed. “Okay, fine, fair enough.”

“This house is incredible, you know.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He leaned toward me and I felt my heart starting to beat faster.

“It’s more like a resort than a house,” I said quickly, looking away from him. I couldn’t get any ideas, even though I was already imagining what it would be like to kiss his attractive mouth, to let his hands roam my body.

“We have a lot of guests. This place is rarely empty.”

“Don’t like to be alone?”

“No,” he said, coming closer. “I like to be alone. Except when the company is worth being around.”

I looked into his intense gaze for a second and shook my head. “Carter,” I said.

“What?”

“I thought we had a truce.”

He grinned huge. “I guess I broke it already.”

I could see what he wanted clearly in his eyes. He was looking at my body like a starving man, hungry for my skin. Truthfully, I didn’t mind it one bit, and wanted him to come closer. I wanted to feel his lips against me, his hands on my hips, on my ass. I wanted him to take me the way I knew that he could.

Except he was my stepfather, and that was so messed up.

As he came nearer, his phone suddenly started ringing. Frowning at it for a second, he stood up quickly and walked away, answering.

I couldn’t hear what he said, but his expression quickly got serious. He said something and nodded a few times before hanging up. He turned to me, an apologetic smile on his face. “I have to go,” he said.

“Okay.” I stood up. “Thanks for showing me this.”

“You can stay here as long as you want,” he said. “Bar is all ours, records are all yours.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll see you later, Emily.”

I nodded, biting my lip. He turned and quickly left, and I released a pent-up breath.

I needed to be smarter than this. I couldn’t let myself be alone in a room late at night with a man like Carter. I could barely control myself and I knew that if he had made a move to kiss me, I would have let him. I wouldn’t have had had the strength to stop him. I wanted him more than I cared to admit to myself, and that was a problem.

I couldn’t believe that I wanted to feel my stepfather’s cock deep inside of me.





6





Carter





The last thing I wanted to do was walk away from Emily, but apparently the world wasn’t going to conspire with me. Maybe I should have taken my bad luck as a sign that I shouldn’t be trying to fuck my stepdaughter, even though we’re not related and she’s still age appropriate, but no, that wasn’t me. Signs or no signs, I was going to try and take what I wanted and forget about everything else.