Chapter Eleven
Olivia
I dart out of his bedroom door and let out a squeal when I hear his heavy footsteps behind me. I love that he’s so eager to try things with me. I’m curious and he satisfies my curiosity.
“Come sit in Buddy’s lap,” he hollers from behind me. “Prison was rough.”
I snort and cast him an amused look over my shoulder as I run. “Buddy? Really?”
“You won’t be laughing when Buddy impales you with his animal cock,” he snarls.
I start laughing until a giant man tackles me. We hit the floor hard, causing him to grunt and me to cry out. My knees and elbows burn as we skid across the hardwood floor. I start to struggle, my heart racing in my chest. A thrill shoots through me when he pins me roughly to the floor. I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh as he works his knee between my own.
“You’re going to give me that tight virgin pussy,” he hisses. He wrangles my hands behind me and pins them together with one of his hands.
“But Daddy will come home!” I shriek. “He’ll kill you for touching me!”
He starts ripping at my panties. I cry out when he tears them painfully from my thighs. That’s going to leave a bruise. My wrists hurt as I struggle against him. His fingers push into me without warning causing me to scream.
“Want me to stop?” He’s no longer in character as his fingers slowly fuck me.
“N-no.”
Once he’s made sure I’m okay, he goes back to assaulting me with his hand. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers, my sweet niece. You’re going to get me nice and wet.”
“Buddy,” I holler, biting back a laugh at the name, “let me go!”
“Not until I’ve had my cock buried deep in your ass,” he snarls.
I tense at his words. I might let Miles fuck me there, especially since I’ve gotten used to some ass play and enjoy the butt plugs. But Uncle Buddy sure as hell isn’t doing that. I need gentle when that goes down.
He manages to push his boxers down and his erection slides against the back of my thigh. My muscles are tight and sore from exertion but I still feel compelled to fight against him. When he loosens his grip for a moment, I take my chance and roll away from him. I’ve barely crawled away when his strong hand grabs my ankle and yanks me back, scraping my knees along the wood floors. My fight or flight senses kick in and I jab at him with my foot.
“Ooof!” he grunts out the moment my heel hits him in the mouth.
I manage to scramble away from him and I push through the closest door. It, for once, is unlocked. The dream room. I stumble inside and want to take a moment to look at all the props lined against the wall. Costumes spill out of boxes. I’m so curious but then a hand covers my mouth from behind and I’m being dragged over to the small bed in the center of the room.
My screams are real as he bends me over the bed but they’re muffled with him covering my mouth. I claw at his wrist and the comforter in an effort to get away.
“Show me your fingers,” he orders.
He wants me to show him three fingers, to tap out. Instead, I give him a thumbs up. A hiss of pleasure escapes him as he starts rubbing his hard cock between my thighs. His grip on my mouth never loosens. I whimper when he starts pushing his length inside my wet pussy. Of course I’m turned on. Miles Reynolds can pretend to be the Pope and it’d still be hot. In fact, I’m filing that fantasy away for another day.
“Take it, tempting bitch,” he snaps as he drives into me hard from behind. His mean words turn me on and I squirm. “Oh, so you like it when I’m an asshole?”
I give him another thumbs up but my hand shakes because an orgasm is on the horizon.
“Your cunt is mine,” he bites out as his hand slides past my mouth to my throat. He’s rough as he fucks me and I love it. Absolutely love it. His grip on my throat tightens. The choking added to the feral fucking has me screaming with pleasure. “That’s it, damsel,” he says, no longer acting as Buddy. “Come all over my fat cock.”
I’m shuddering wildly with my orgasm when I hear another familiar growl.
“What the fuck, Dad?”
Miles rips himself away from me and it takes me a moment to realize that Caleb walked in on us. His fist cracks against his dad’s jaw once, twice, and then a third time before I’m screaming at him to stop. Jake storms into the room behind him. One quick assessment of what’s going on and Jake’s trying to pull me into his arms to save me.
I don’t need saving from the villain.
I belong to him.
“Stop!” I screech.
Everyone goes still, even Miles, at my tone. I swat at Jake and then grab the comforter to cover me up. “What this looks like is not what it is,” I explain to Caleb, shame coating my voice. “I’ve been sleeping with your father. This...” I trail off. “This was role play.”
Caleb releases his father and stumbles back a few steps. “I just walked in on you two having freaky sex?”
Jake’s lips curve up on one side as if he’s amused but Caleb is horrified.
“Fuck. Dad? You and my ex-girlfriend?” he hisses.
Miles pulls his boxers up to cover his dripping cock—clearly, he found his orgasm in time—before swiping away the blood from his lip. He crosses his arms over his chest, frowning at his son. “I’m sorry.”
“For how long?” Caleb demands.
Jake walks over to him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“The night I found you two having sex,” I admit. “I ran off crying and ended up in your dad’s bed.”
“One thing led to another and—” Miles starts but Caleb shuts him down.
“You fucked my girlfriend?”
“Because you were fucking Jake,” I remind him, my voice no longer friendly.
“This is more than just sex,” Miles snaps, his shoulders squaring.
“Apparently,” Caleb retorts.
Ignoring his son’s sour words, Miles stalks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I slide next to him so he can put his arm around me. Caleb’s jaw clenches as he watches us.
“I love Olivia,” Miles tells his son, his words vulnerable and soft. My heart ceases to beat. Then, he turns and cups my cheek with his large palm. “I love you, damsel.”
Caleb releases a sharp breath. “Wow.” He turns and stalks out of the room. Jake regards us with a shit-eating grin. “For what it’s worth,” he says, “I think it’s pretty awesome.” He gives us a faux salute before trotting off after Caleb.
“That could have gone better,” Miles grumbles.
I turn to face him and kiss his soft lips, reveling in the way his beard scratches me. “It could have gone worse.”
He smirks. “This is why I like you. Always glass half full with you.”
“Love, not like, villain,” I remind him with a grin. “And I love you and your glass half empty ways.”
* * *
“Great job, sweetheart,” Daddy praises as I clomp up the bleachers. My legs are on fire but I placed first in the quarter-mile dash. He pulls me to his side for a hug. My sister doesn’t get up to hug me though. Despite having torn her hamstring two months ago, Sophia is still in a lot of pain. She wears a perpetual scowl and has to use crutches to get around. I feel bad for my sister. For her birthday last week, she didn’t even want to do anything. Usually, she’s all about the birthdays.
As Daddy babbles on about the meet, I scan the stands until I lock eyes with Miles. It’s been a few weeks since Caleb walked in on our role play session. For several days, he gave us the cold shoulder. Then, one day, he was back to the Caleb I know and love. He just accepted it. Once that happened, we spent a lot more time together the four of us. It’s been nice.
Miles’s gaze is heated as he undresses me with one penetrating stare. My track uniform is fitted and shows every curve. I hate how I’ve gained some weight lately. Since Miles and I spend so much time together, I spend less time working out and more time eating with him. I’m surprised I placed today because I thought I was going to die. He kept me up way too late working my muscles.
“Honey?”
I’m dragged from Miles’s penetrating gaze to stare at my father who looks at me with concern. “Mmm?”
“I thought we could go for pizza after this,” he suggests. “What do you think, Soph?”
My sister shrugs her shoulders and glares off into the distance.
“Pizza sounds good, Daddy.” I glance at Miles again. He’s talking to Drew and Caleb but his gaze follows me. “Maybe we could invite some friends?”
“Of course,” he agrees with a grin.
I wave Miles over. The three of them trot down the steps. When they near, Daddy stares at them with narrowed eyes. I’d told him I broke up with Caleb a while back and that we were still friends but my overprotective father stares at my ex as if he’d like to throttle him.
“Daddy, this is Caleb and his dad, Miles Reynolds,” I introduce.
Caleb gives my dad a friendly wave. Miles offers his hand.
“You’re the one who owns that club downtown?” Daddy asks, his tone hard.
I wince and shoot Miles an apologetic look.
“I do, Judge Rowe.”
Daddy’s shoulders relax and he gets that smug look he wears so well. “I see you’ve heard of me.”
Miles laughs. “I have.”
“Please, call me Max. Who’s this?” my dad asks.
Miles pats Drew on the back. “This is my best friend, Drew. He owns a physical therapy clinic.” This piques my dad’s interest because he shakes Drew’s hand more enthusiastically than he had Miles’s.
“Are you taking on any clients?”
Drew assesses Sophia. “I’m full but I can always make room. Your daughter?”
“Yeah. Tore her hamstring playing softball. She’s out for the season.” He leans in and murmurs, “She’s gone through three physical therapists this week. I don’t think she’s ready to work past this but I’m afraid if she doesn’t, she’ll never get better. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.”
Drew gives him a nod before walking over to introduce himself to my sister. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen for a moment as she takes in his handsome appearance.
Daddy is cheerful when he chirps, “You guys up for some pizza?”
* * *
“He’s going to kill me,” Miles murmurs as his palm rubs along my bare thigh under the table. Daddy and Drew are babbling about college basketball while Jake and Caleb keep throwing in their two cents. Sophia stares off into the restaurant with her jaw clenched and a frown playing at her pretty features. This means Miles and I are practically in our own little world.
“Why?”
His pinky inches under the hem of my shorts. “Because I’m going to finger his daughter right in front of him,” he says lowly.
His features are impassive as he casually picks up his Pepsi with the hand that’s not making me hot. Daddy didn’t seem to think it weird that I sat beside Miles. He’s been so far up Drew’s ass since he met him that he’s hardly spoken to anyone else.
Miles leans in and whispers, “Spread your legs.”
I gasp before sliding my knees farther apart. When my knee bumps against Jake’s he flashes me a grin and then starts arguing with Caleb about some famous basketball player’s stats. I keep scanning everyone at the table to make sure nobody notices what Miles is doing to me. He manages to wiggle his finger beneath my panties and strokes my clit. I make a strangled sound before grabbing my water. Sucking it down, I try not to focus on the expert way Miles massages me in front of everyone.
“Feel good, damsel?” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to put my finger inside you with your dad just two feet away?”
“Y-yes.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when he slides a finger deep inside me. His hand rubs against my clit while his finger fucks me. My legs quiver with pleasure and I wonder if I’ll be able to keep quiet when he brings me to orgasm.
“Do you know Dane Alexander?” Daddy asks Miles.
Without losing stride, Miles continues to play with my pussy while he chats easily with my dad. “Attorney? Yeah, he comes into the club sometimes.”
Daddy smirks. “Thought so. He’s my best friend. We go back to our college days. Where’d you go to college?”
They drone on but all I can do is focus on the way he pleasures me so boldly in front of everyone. My body jolts when I come and I play it off as excitement that the pizza is arriving. Talk about timing. Slowly, Miles pulls his finger from me. The wink he gives me is downright sinful.
Once the server drops the pizza off, Miles snags a piece and then makes a show of licking his finger. “I like the sauce,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” Jake agrees which makes me snort.
Everyone chats easily as we eat. I lose interest pretty quickly though because all I can think about is Miles and his fingers.
“I need to take a call,” Miles says before scooting out of the booth. He saunters off and disappears around the corner. I’m still staring after him when my phone buzzes.
Villain: Meet me in the men’s bathroom.
I bite my lip and glance around. Nobody seems to hear or care when I announce I need to go to the restroom. My legs feel like jelly as I all but stumble to get to my man. I’ve barely pushed through the door when I’m hauled into a stall. Miles tears at my shorts and manages to peel them down my thighs along with my soaked panties. He keeps me writhing with need any time I’m with him.
“You were beautiful when you ran today,” he praises, his tongue dragging a trail from my ear down along my throat. “Each time those titties bounced, my cock did too. I have a new fantasy, baby. I want to fuck your big tits soon. You’d be so pretty wearing my pearl necklace.”
I laugh and start to tease him but then he’s pushing the head of his cock against my entrance. With a hard thrust, he drives all the way into me, causing me to moan loudly. My palms grip the upper ledge of the stall so I keep from falling while he fucks me hard. His fingers are once again owning my clit as he brings my body unmeasurable pleasure.
“Ahh!” I cry out, my knees buckling the moment an orgasm shudders through me.
Miles holds me up as his cock throbs its release into me. We’re both still lost in the moment when the bathroom door creaks open. He stills from behind me.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Drew grunts in a dry tone.
Miles pulls out and his come races down my thigh past my knee.
“But you might need to hide because Max was on his way to the bathroom when he got stopped by a lady who knows him.” Drew laughs. “You have like thirty seconds to figure this out.”
Miles quickly sits on the toilet and tugs me toward him. “Sit on my lap.”
Drew snorts as he takes a piss.
I straddle him and have just wrapped my legs around his waist when the door creaks open again.
“The women around here are ruthless,” Daddy complains as he saunters into the bathroom. Soon, he’s chatting with Drew about some mutual friends of theirs while they do their business. I’m distracted because Miles is once again massaging me in that way that makes me crazy. His dick is hard between us, so he lifts me by my hips and guides me down over his still-wet length.
“Miles?” Daddy hollers. “Is that you in there? I just ran into Celia Stephens. She said she goes to your club a lot. Maybe I should check it out...”
I cringe at that thought.
“You should,” Miles says, his voice light. “I think you’d like it.” His eyes are on mine as he controls my hips, letting me know how fast to fuck him. It’s dirty what we’re doing but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.
“I will. Caleb did well on the high jump,” Daddy chirps. I can hear him washing his hands. I wish he’d just leave already.
“He does well at everything he does,” Miles says, pride shining in his voice.
Daddy agrees and then he and Drew step out. Once it’s silent, Miles flashes me an evil grin. “I’m taking your ass tonight.”
I gape at him. “What?”
“Tonight. My dick. Your ass.” He smirks at me.