I gasp, “Jessie, don’t be so crude,” but I’m beaming from ear to ear. Boy did I get laid last night, and again this morning, and again after breakfast if he lets me have my way.
“Come on, Ana. We’re both adults here now give it. Did my virgin, Ana finally pop her celibate cherry?”
Jake then decides to walk in and I jump. He is carrying a tray with toast, orange juice, jams and a side of strawberries. He sets it down at the end of the bed. I’m marvelling at his body. Heat surges through me and my pussy aches for him. Yet again!
“Jessie, I have to go. I’ll call you later.” I can hear her objections as I put the phone down.
“So how is young, Jessie?” He picks up the glass of juice and hands it to me.
“She’s fine. The wedding went well and she just wanted to know how the barbeque went last night.”
His eyebrow rose. “Really? And what did you tell her?”
“Well, I didn’t tell her anything. I’m not sure what I’m allowed to say.”
He sighs and grabs a slice of toast to butter it for me.
“You’re not my dirty little secret, Ana, and in no way should you feel that way. I never intended to hurt you. I was just so engrossed in how messed up my own feelings were and how others would perceive it. I didn’t want people thinking badly of you because of it. I didn’t want anyone thinking that I led you astray. The last thing I wanted was to be labelled the bad stepfather who abused your trust.”
I grabbed his hand. “I have never thought of you that way, Jake. It’s what I’ve always—” I stop myself. I can’t say that word to him, not yet.
“It’s what I’ve found so endearing about you—that you’ve always cared. I don’t give a shit what people think.”
He handed me the toast as I took a tentative bite.
“I don’t give a shit either. It’s just you I’m worried about. I’m not sure how Matthew will take it though.”
“He knows,” I sigh. He chokes on his juice and I pat his back.
“What did you just say?” he stutters.
I put the juice down on the side table and continue. “That day out by the pool before he left with his friends for camping. He saw what happened between us. He saw how angry you were. He looked at me and winked. It was then I knew he knew. He’s not silly, Jake. He can see what’s going on under his own roof. He’s not a little boy anymore.”
I stare at Jake and he looks on in shock.
“And there’s me thinking he had a crush on you.”
Now it was my turn to choke on my toast.
“That’s what made my feelings for you even worse that my son felt them, too. And you’re nearer to him in age than I am to you.”
Those thoughts suddenly irritated me. “Jake, Matthew is like a little brother to me and I’m sure he thinks of me as his big sister—nothing more.”
“But that business down at the pool with the suntan lotion?”
I started laughing. “Yes, he asked me the night before to wind up his friend, Clive. Apparently he has a crush on me. He told me they are always winding each other up and Matthew wanted to get Clive back for that. I said I would help. It was never more than a practical joke believe me.”
He let out a chuckle. “The little shit.”
I slap his arm gently. “Hey, don’t be too hard on the boy. It was only a bit of fun.”
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. “No one gets to look and feel and devour this body except for me.”
He kisses me and I go limp. My breathing quickens as he gently strokes my cheek with his finger.
“I dread to think what Clive gets up to of a night in his room thinking of you. The poor boys' parents must be washing his bed sheets every day.”
I gasp in horror as Jake is laughing. I slap him on the arm again. “Hey, enough of that talk.”
“Well, you can hardly blame the poor kid, but I get to realise those fantasies now whenever I want to. Now eat your toast.”
I salute him. “Yes Mr Bennett, sir!”
He puts his finger up at me as I take another bite of my toast. “Don’t you be cheeky with me, Miss Sinclair. I will have you over my knee.”
Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine. I finish off the rest of my toast in quick succession, knowing that he won’t touch me until I do.
“We are a little eager beaver this morning aren’t we?”
I take a gulp of my juice and a little spills onto my lip. I take my finger and gently stroke the bottom of my lip pushing my tongue out to lick it. I know exactly what I’m doing and I love getting the reaction I want from him.
“Ana-Lucia Sinclair, are you trying to seduce me?”