Overlooked(96)

Fuck. Why did I do that? I've never wanted to fuck anyone so bad in my entire life.

"I'll be right back," I say, leaving the room.

Once my dick calms down, I go into the living room. Piper is still in the same spot on the couch she's been in all day.

"Supper," I say.

"Okay."

I stand and wait while Piper extracts herself from the stuff piled around her on the couch, the hot water bottle, remote control, book, her iPad, and whatever else she's been amusing herself with.

If she comes to the kitchen now, Avery has to keep her distance.

And I won't end up with Avery bent over the counter. I keep telling her, not with Piper around. I thought I made that clear.

When we return to the kitchen, Avery has already dished out the goulash and put the dishes on the table, along with the rice and sour cream.

Avery and I sit across from each other, and I fix my eyes on my food. She and Piper chat easily, again. How do they have so much to talk about?

"What about you, Knox?" Avery says.

"Huh?"

"What do you want to watch tonight?" Avery asks.

"I don't care. Whatever you two want." It's not like they watch it anyway, they talk the whole time.

"Piper wants to watch another Law & Order, but I think we should have a change. Do you agree?" Avery asks.

"I would love to watch something other than Law & Order."

"Good. Because so would I," Avery turns to Piper. "Sorry, you're outnumbered. No Law & Order tonight."

"Then what are we going to watch?" Piper whines.

"How about something funny instead of crime?"

"What one?" Piper asks, her nose wrinkled in annoyance. She doesn't like sitcoms, says there's no point to them. I keep telling her the point is to relax and laugh.

"You might not have heard of it. We can watch it now on Hulu," Avery says, shifting her eyes to me.

"What is it?" I ask. This'll be worse than Law & Order.

"Community. Have you seen it?"

"Of course we have, it's Dad's favorite show. Isn't it Dad?"

"All right, now you're talking," I say with enthusiasm, surprised by this bacon-eating, good-show-watching sex goddess sitting at my table. Except I can't even fucking touch her, even though she's gagging for me.

The two of them talk about their favorite episodes while we finish eating. I even join in, telling them my favorites and quoting lines. It's nice actually, the three of us sitting here laughing like this.

When we're finished eating, Piper says, "I'll go set it up and put it on the Civil War episode."

"Good idea," I say, and she gets up and skips out of the kitchen.

"I'll help you do the dishes," Avery says, standing.

"Don't worry, I'll do it," I say, wanting her out of the room.

"I insist. The goulash was really delicious, I'm impressed you made it yourself."

"Why? You don't think a man can cook?"

"That's not what I meant." She looks at me, her lips pursed and I know what she's thinking. It's not men, it's me.

"I have a lot of talents you haven't seen yet," I say, putting the dishes in the dishwasher as she passes them to me.

"Yeah, so you keep saying. But right now, it's all talk. When are you going to start showing me them?"

I swallow hard, she must be taunting me. Toying with me because she knows I won't do a damn thing with Piper in the house. I'd have to resist her, even if she stripped naked right this second.

Fuck, there's no way I could resist that.

We tidy the rest of the kitchen in silence, moving quickly without bumping into each other.

When we're finished, I follow Avery into the living room, not even trying to pull my eyes off her ass. Piper is sitting in the armchair, the remote control in her hand.

"Hey, get out of my chair," I say.

"But, Dad, I've been sitting on the couch all day, I need a change."

"Then sit on the floor."

I stand beside the chair, ready to haul her out of it if she doesn't move. There's no way in fucking hell I'm sitting on the couch with Avery. A man only has so much self control.

Piper gets the message and moves to the couch. I plunk down on the chair, my eyes on Avery as she gets herself comfortable beside Piper.

We watch six entire episodes of Community, six episodes of me trying not be distracted by her, before Avery takes the remote and switches to the news channel.

"I haven't seen the news all day," she says.

"It's boring. Let's watch something else," Piper complains.

"No way, you've controlled the TV all day, it's my turn now," Avery says.

"You don't even live here."

"I'm the guest, and that's even more reason to let me choose." Piper's not going to like that, I always let her choose.

For a few minutes, we watch the newswoman talking about the economy, complete with charts and graphs.

Piper's eyes glaze over, and she says, "I'm tired anyway, I'm going to bed."

"Good night, sweetheart," I say.

"Night, Piper, I hope you feel brave enough to go to school in the morning," Avery says. Amen to that.   





 

"See you in the morning," Piper says as she runs up the stairs.

We watch the news, mindlessly. At eleven, Avery lifts the remote and says, "What do you want to watch now?" Her voice is husky and dripping with want.

"Why are you still here? We said no relationship."

"This isn't anything to do with a relationship. Trust me. I was here for Piper, and now we're just hanging out."

I lean over and whisper, "Bullshit. You're trying to tempt me. With Piper right in the house."

Her eyebrows shoot up and her eyes widen, "I'm trying to tempt you? You're the one who's been trying to tempt me all night. Don't think I don't notice you staring at me, undressing me with your eyes. I'm amazed my top didn't melt under the heat coming from your eyes."

As silently as I can, I move from the chair to the couch, sitting myself beside her. Too close to her, but I can't help myself.

I lower my voice and say, "I don't deny I've been thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock."

A light moan comes out of her throat, and she says, "I've been thinking about your lips somewhere, too."

"Shame you're a screamer, or I'd explore you with my mouth right here, right now."

"What about Piper?" she asks, her voice a gasp.

I feel like a teenager with a date downstairs that I don't want my parents to know I sneaked into the house.

"She's a heavy sleeper," I say, and cup her cheek with my rough hand.

It goes against everything I've ever promised myself about Piper, but fuck me, Avery is too much to resist.





Avery

My cheek tingles under Knox's touch, creating a blossom of heat between my legs. My breath is quick, and I'm not sure where this is going.

I mean, we can't, Piper's upstairs.

That was his rule. Now he's the one breaking it.

Still holding my cheek, Knox crushes his lips against mine with no apologies. Our tongues explore each other, fueling my body with the need for more.

Feeling bold, I put my hand on his strong arms for the first time. My God, their hardness nearly dissolves my panties.

His arms are on my back, his hands run over me electrifying my skin. My hands move from his arms, across his broad back and around to his front. While our mouths are locked, I slip them under the bottom edge of his shirt and run them up his stomach.

This is insane. This man is too good to be true. I thought bodies like this only existed in the movies. I want to rip off our shirts and feel my skin against his. I want to crawl into bed with him for an entire week. There are so many things I want to do with him.

Knox kisses across my cheek, and says, "This is wrong. We have to stop."

I trail my hand down the ripples of his stomach, and rest it lightly against his cock. He's still in his track pants from this morning, and it strains against the fabric, as hard as the rest of his body.

He makes no attempt to move my hand, and I inch towards the waistband. Slipping my hand underneath, he groans as my hand starts to explore his full, thick length.

He throws his head back and say, "We have to stop. This was wrong, having you here tonight."

"I thought you said she was a heavy sleeper."

Knox clamps his hand on my wrist and pulls my hand out from his pants. "It's too risky."

"You're right," I say, trying to push away from him. But he doesn't let go.

"Do you have any idea how bad I want your lips on my cock? Especially while you're wearing that blouse."

"That would lead places. Loud places," I say, my hand pressed against his chest.

"It doesn't have to lead anywhere. It's an end to itself."

"It does, I can't stop there. Why don't we go to my house? She's fine here. Or your garage." I hope I don't sound as pathetic as I feel, begging him like this.

Knox shakes his head. "Not tonight. Unless, of course, you want to suck my dick. Because I would be powerless to say no to that."

"We're in this for itch scratching, remember? I have a big itch, and that wouldn't scratch it," I say, needing more.

"Your lips and that blouse, it's all I could think about at dinner," Knox says, relaxing his hold on me.

"This is crazy. Yesterday morning you didn't even want to know me. And now this."

"I absolutely wanted you yesterday. You've been hiding in your house all week, remember?"

"Trust me, I have a lot of regret over that."