Trish comes in and settles down next to my mom, and as I look back and forth between them, watching the happiness light up both of their faces at the sight of the other person, I realize—my mom may know Dom’s favorite brand of whiskey, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be married to him. There’s a world of difference between those two things.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” my mom says with a happy laugh, and gets up to get Dominic his whiskey. “Daph, what are you wanting?”
“Do you have the makings of a cosmo?” I ask hopefully.
“No, sorry. Gin and tonic instead?”
“Sure, that’s good.” It’s free alcohol; I’m not going to turn up my nose at it.
After my mom distributes drinks for all—including red wine for her and Trish—she settles back down next to her wife and pins Dominic to the couch with her laser-focused gaze. Dominic is stroking his thumb over my hand, reassuring me. I’ve never been nervous before, bringing a boyfriend home like this—usually, whether my mom likes a guy or not, I’m still going to date him. I’m way too old to get permission from my mother on who I date.
But Dominic…? This is a whole different ball of wax.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?”
So, my mom totally beats around the bush, if by beating around the bush, you mean takes a baseball bat to the bush and whacks it to pieces. She has all the subtlety of a pissed-off giraffe.
“Moommmm, don’t—”
“It’s okay,” Dominic says, squeezing my hand. “Mary, before I say anything else, I want you to know that nothing ever happened between Daphne and I when I was married to you. Not even in a vague way. It wasn’t until I met her at the Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle Hotel that I looked at her as anything other than my ex-wife’s daughter. We didn’t set out to have this happen, it just did.”
“Thank you, I appreciate you saying that.” And her shoulders did look a little less tense. I can breathe a little easier. “After Roger, it’s hard for me to get excited about any guy Daphne brings home.” Mom never did like Roger, and his birthday present that totally went off the rails didn’t help matters. She wasn’t exactly heartbroken over me breaking things off with him.
“As for my intentions with your daughter, right now, they’re simply to get to know her. We’ve only been dating for 10 days or so, so I can’t say anything more than that. I know her as a girl I helped raise, not as a woman to love. That is a side of her that I’m still learning about.”
He takes a sip of his whiskey and I smile up at him. He seems so calm, so in control, so confident. Seeing him like this just makes me want to fuck him.
Well, let’s be honest, everything makes me want to fuck him.
“Well, you know, you should be careful. My ex-husband is a powerful man and if you don’t behave, he’ll kick your ass.”
There is dead silence in the room for a moment, and then everyone busts up laughing. Trish leans over and kisses my mom, laughing heartily. “God, you're a riot,” she says with a huge grin on her face. They start snogging, and I loudly clear my throat.
“Hey, you didn’t let Dominic and I do that earlier, it’s not fair that you get to do it now,” I say.
My mom waves a hand in our general direction. “Dinner won’t be done for another 45 minutes. You guys go upstairs. Leave us be.” She dives back to Trish’s lips and they start making out again, so I look over at Dominic and wiggle my eyebrows lasciviously.
“Wanna go check out my room?” I ask in a naughty whisper.
“Absolutely,” he whispers back, a grin breaking across his face.
Yeah, bringing him home to meet mom was a damn good idea, after all.
48
Daphne
I know it's wrong.
See also, ‘it feels so right.’
Yeah, so Dominic and I are totally shuffling off to the bedroom I slept in when he was my stepfather. On more than one occasion, he’d said good night to me as his daughter in this very room. I still remember looking up at the handsome man I was used to thinking of as my daddy, thinking that I’d be lucky if, once I grew up, I found a man like him.
Where he tucked me in, he’s going to fuck me…
Whoa!
Sometimes I look at my life, and I kind of can’t believe it, you know? I used to be such a nice girl. I mean, I was in what I thought to be a stable relationship, one that lasted for five years. And now look at me, my pussy aching for my stepfather’s cock. To say this is insane doesn’t even start to describe it. Oh, but I love every second of it.
Dominic’s hands close over mine. He pulls my hands up over my head. Breath against my lips, against my neck, his mouth hovers but never makes contact. The torture so sweet that is made so much sweeter because I’m in the room I grew up in. There’s something deliciously taboo about it. All the negative parts about fucking my stepfather are not in focus right now and I can only think of the hot part where dear old daddy is going to be inside me soon.