“I don’t appreciate you going around telling everyone at work that I’m off-limits.”
“What?” comes out a pitch higher. “I didn’t do that.”
She tilts her head, studying me intently, only for her eyebrows to take a nosedive. “You didn’t?”
I shake my head. “No. I left the hospital right after you gave me the tour.”
Her lashes flutter. “Oh. But that’s what was going around the floor and that’s what…” She trails off. “You really didn’t?”
“I really didn’t. I wouldn’t do that.” Even if I didn’t like the way Josh was looking at her.
“Um. That’s curious.”
“Well, I didn’t. You clearly misheard, or they did. Are you going to apologize?”
She smirks at me. “Nope. You’re still kicking me out. Tit for tat.” Mercifully, she returns to Zoey. “Promise you’ll tell me all about your first day tomorrow?”
“Okay.”
“Great. I also heard you lost your first tooth. That’s pretty major. Did the tooth fairy come?”
The two of them go back and forth the entire meal as the three of us eat. I’m superfluous. Just the dad, but not the daddy, thankfully. Still, it’s difficult to stay mad at Skylar. Zoey hasn’t been this animated in months. She’s smiling and laughing and even teasing me and Skylar.
She reacts to Skylar in a way she doesn’t with me, and I’m more than grateful for it. I don’t know why Skylar is being this way with my daughter, or even me, but I don’t care. It’s everything Zoey needs right now, and I hate the way it turns my cold, dead heart into something that’s reluctantly beating harder than it wants to.
I really need to get laid. Or at the very least find a life. One that doesn’t include inappropriate thoughts about my best friend’s little sister.
8
ASTON
The rest of the night is uneventful. I clean up the kitchen, give Zoey a bath, and do our standard nightly routine. Skylar is around, doing her own thing, but other than popping in to say good night to Zoey and checking on how the lights turned out, she doesn’t bother me again. And when I close the door to my bedroom, get undressed, and take a shower, it’s not Skylar on my brain when I jerk off.
It’s some random, faceless, nonexistent blonde.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I take my cock in my hand and squeeze the base. My eyes close as a heavy breath exhales from my lungs. I stifle my moan as the hot water hits my muscles, trailing down my body and over my aching cock.
I can’t decide how I want her. Standing naked in the warm, steamy water with me or somewhere else. Like a bed or a kitchen counter, where I surprise her, coming in behind her. I’m hard, and she feels it and moans for me.
At first, that’s how I imagine her. I rub against her perky ass and reach around to squeeze her tits, but it’s not doing it. I want her naked. I want to see her tits and her pussy, and I want hereyes. Pretty green eyes that are filled with desire as they beg me. My fantasy changes and now we’re showering together.
She runs her hands through her hair, getting it wet before she locks eyes with me and sinks to her knees. I get a coy smile while she licks her lips and takes my throbbing cock in her hand.
A growl rips from my lungs as I start to pump myself, greedy for her mouth that’s now licking the underside of my cock. My forearm hits the marble wall. Shit, that feels good. Her tongue flickers along my shaft, up along a vein before she dives down on me, taking me as deep as she can go. So deep she gags on me and has to swallow.
My fingers thread through her hair, holding the strands back from her face so I can see her.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Suck me down.”
She moans, and fuck, how I love that. Her hand slides over her tits, where she pulls on her nipples before continuing south to her cunt that’s spread open, anxious for her fingers. For my mouth. For my cock. For my cum.
“Are you wet for me, my little swan?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, but I’m empty. I need you to fill me up. Please, Aston, I need you in my pussy.”
I groan because shit. I want that. I want that so fucking badly. I want her tits and her cunt and her ass. I want all of her. I’m dying with the need to taste her. To lick her. To feel her.
“Take my cock down your throat one more time and then stand up for me,” I command, picking up the pace of my hand and running my thumb over my head.
