“C'mon, Dina.” Michael’s hand curled around my wrist before he pulled me up with one hard yank. “Best not keep your mom waiting.”
Chapter 7
Michael
Ibarely held onto my anger as I drove back to my home with Dina beside me.
Itoldher. I fucking told her not to go on a date, but she refused to listen. Now, she’d have to suffer the consequences.
“Where are we going?” Dina asked. Her delicate fingers were twisting in nervous energy on her lap.
“Back to my house,” I growled, forcing my focus back on the road.
I’d kept our family home while I rented our house in the city. I wasn’t sure whether to sell it yet, since Lucy might decide to return to Koby Plains after she graduated from college. I could also decide to move back to a school closer to home once Lucy finished high school. We had family here by way of my brother, his wife and my nephew. It would always be home to us. But now I had a new reason to come back.
Dina.
“How did you know where I was? You didn’t text me to ask.” Her voice was small, and my anger drained a little when I realized how much I’d hurt her.
“My phone died, and I haven’t had a chance to charge it. I went to your mom’s house for a visit, and she told me where you were.”
It wasn’t unusual for me to check in with Claire. Like me, she was a single parent, so I often did jobs around the house for her that she might not have the capacity to do. A lot of folks thought we should date, but we’d never once felt anything romantic for each other. I shuddered to think what would happen if we ever crossed that line. My feelings for Dina felt inevitable.
My visit with Claire this afternoon was far from innocent, though. I’d been looking for Dina and was frustrated she wasn’t at home. When Claire let it slip that Dina was out on a double date, it took everything in me not to tear out of her house and immediately track her down.
Luckily, my nephew, Tyler, had shown up to help Claire with her lawns, although he didn’t seem particularly happy to see me like he usually did. He must be under a lot of stress at college.
I pulled into my driveway, my fingers tight on the wheel. The tension in the car was palpable. The whole ride over, I wanted to reach across and stroke her thighs. Lift that short skirt high and touch her pussy. My heart and mind warred with each other, fighting against my conscience to let her go or to give in to my deepest and darkest desires.
“Get in the house,” I said between gritted teeth. “Straight to my room.”
I’d left the front door unlocked. There was no point in locking up, living in a small town like Koby Plains.
She bit her lip before she hopped out of the car and quickly walked to the house. I watched as she hesitated at the door, turning back to glance at me. I couldn’t imagine what she thought when she looked at me—a man possessed and obsessed, eyes wild and jaw clenched. She rolled her lips in before opening the front door and disappearing inside.
I took several deep breaths as I fought to calm myself. My mind was already messed up from seeing her out on a date, with boys more appropriate for her than me. I should’ve left her alone. It was selfish of me to keep pursuing her, to keep dragging her into my lustful desires; to take her to the ultimate heights of pleasure…only for my conscience to kick in and bail on her. If I were any type of decent man, I would walk away and let her live her life. Meet a nice boy her age. Date. Marry. Have kids.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel, knowing what I needed to do.
I went into the house with every intention of ending things. I’d drop her back to her mom’s and drive back to the city. I’d try to forget about her sweet smile, her addictive warmth and her sensual touch.
Those good intentions lasted right up until I walked into my bedroom and stopped dead at the sight of Dina bending over to pick something off the floor. Her ass was high in the air, facing me. Her short skirt rode up her thighs, showing me the bottom of her ass cheeks.
My dick hardened, and I forgot everything I told myself in the car. I stalked towards her, throwing my dead phone onto the bedside table.
“Fuck, Dina,” I groaned. “Don’t fucking move.”
Her breathing increased and her back tensed, but she still obeyed me. She stayed bent down, her arms trembling. I stroked her ass gently, admiring the curve of her cheeks, before lifting her skirt higher and exposing her thong. The material between her ass cheeks left nothing to the imagination.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto my knees behind her. I pressed a kiss to her left ass cheek, my hands stroking up her legs and thighs.
“Say you want this,” I murmured. I didn’t need her response. I could smell her arousal. I could see the wet patch on her panties.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I pulled her panties down, slick with her juices, before spreading her ass cheeks. My mouth watered as her puckered little asshole winked at me.
“Fuck, baby.”
