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## Remy Blake

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This book contains mature content.

### Contents

1. Charlotte

2. Lucas

3. Charlotte

4. Lucas

5. Charlotte

6. Lucas

7. Charlotte

8. Lucas

9. Charlotte

10. Lucas

11. Charlotte

12. Lucas

13. Charlotte

14. Lucas

15. Charlotte

16. Lucas

17. Charlotte

18. Lucas

19. Charlotte

20. Lucas

21. Charlotte

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

GUARDIAN

Brock

Ivy

About the Author

## 1

# Charlotte

Rummaging through the excessive amount of underwear I have spread out on my bed, I look for my lucky thong. I've tipped the contents of the dresser drawer out twice, desperate to find the fluorescent yellow scrap of fabric. I need a small pick me up, and these always do the trick. Leaning over the length of the bed, I pull out a bunch of bras that have managed to find themselves underneath the absurd amount of throw pillows that decorate my king sized mattress. "Yes," I whisper shout excitedly into the empty room. I found it.

In my hands, a sliver of brightness stands out amongst the sea of black. The line of jewels that hang from the waistband have latched themselves onto the front hook of one of my bras. Tossing everything but what I need back onto the mountain of a mess that sits in my room, I make my way to the ridiculously large walk-in closet, and use both hands to successfully detach the pieces of lingerie from one another.

Standing in front of the wall sized mirror, I step into my thong and pull it up. Alternating between a side on view and a full frontal, I watch my hands and fingers slide underneath and tug at the material on each side of my hips. Finally the thin string sits perfectly between my ass cheeks.

Searching through all my dresses, I struggle to find something appropriate to wear. What do people wear to funerals? Is there a rule that states you have to look sad and uninterested in your outfit choices? Huffing in annoyance I continue to scan through my options. There are so many pieces of clothing with tags on them, unworn and forgotten. It's like I was on a mission to fill up every space in this mansion of a wardrobe. I don't even need a walk-in closet this size or all the stuff in it. I'm used to living in simplicity; it was all I knew before this. Four walls and some furniture, living on my weekly paycheck and hoping it lasted. Hell, I would mix and match items to death hoping to make the same thing look different. The way I live now eclipses any memory of my former life. I know I could do without the extravagant air of luxury that I drown myself in, but I've yet to find a woman who would turn down access to the latest Louboutin shoe collection and a handbag to match.

Two years ago I met Geoffrey; our whirlwind romance was publicized everywhere. Twenty-six years old, and recently single, I wanted more out of life. So when Geoffrey Rockwell, of the world renowned Rockwell Investments, one of People Magazine's top bachelors ten consecutive years running, set his eyes on this lowly assistant, there was no way in hell I was going to pass up the attention that followed. At forty ** _,_** he was like a premium blend of Scotch; only getting better with age. His hair was short on the sides, longer and heavier up top. Often caught raking his hands through to stop it from falling into his eyes, Geoffrey managed to turn disheveled into distinguished. His light brown hair was complimented by the sexiest amount of stubble seen on any man. Always in designer suits, he screamed money, sex and control - he was the ultimate prize.

From rags to riches, I was the envy of every female. Everyone knew who Geoffrey was. Starting from the bottom, Rockwell Investments was his biggest achievement. Successful and handsome, he was everything you wanted your future husband to be. In thirty days, and with a team of stylists to follow me around, I was prepped, pampered and ready to become the very first Mrs. Rockwell. I got called an attention seeker, a greedy bitch, and a gold digger just to name a few. But Geoffrey told me to ignore it all. He said he knew what we had was real. I was worried at the speed of it all, told him I would be happy to wait - there was no rush. But he assured me it would be fine. He told me I was the one he was waiting for - his perfect match, and thanks to a two million dollar media exclusive and a glossy ten page spread in Us Magazine, eventually the rest of the country thought so too.

Two nights ago, I got the phone call my husband was involved in a car accident. A drunk driver ran his car off the road, and Geoffrey and his driver died on impact. It had been months since we'd spoken. Our last conversation was an argument about something that I can't even remember.

Shortly after we were married, I walked in on Geoffrey fucking his married _male_ best friend; it was then I realized my life was never going to be the same. It's been a long two years, playing the doting wife in public. Behind closed doors I lived on my own, restricted by rules, and bound by secrets. Hopefully, today is the last day I have to wear this mask

Deciding on a black fitted Gucci dress, I step into my black six inch heels and give myself a once over in the mirror. I mull over the appropriateness of the outfit; my hair and makeup are perfection. In a massive contradiction, I'm supposed to look like the mourning widow yet undoubtedly wear my money. I hear the buzz of the front gate intercom letting me know the funeral car has arrived to pick me up. With a deep breath, I walk out the front door and get ready to face what is bound to be a challenging day.

## 2

# Lucas

I grip the perfectly tied Windsor knot and tug it down an inch hoping to relieve the choking sensation, but it doesn't seem to help. Nothing can. _My father is dead._ My father who I never really got a chance to know and now... _I'll never have the opportunity_. The reality of this sinks in more and more as the car I'm riding in brings me closer and closer to the stepmother I've never met. She's rumored to be a gold digging whore who used her tits and ass to land him. I've seen pictures of them together and she definitely has the assets needed to sway the world's most famous bachelor. My dad always did have impeccable taste in women, cars, clothes, and just about anything else you can think of.

I settle into the butter soft leather seat and close my eyes, relaxing into the smooth ride of the limousine. I'll be meeting my stepmother dearest very soon.

I always imagined that someday my father would want to make me a part of his everyday life. I pictured us playing golf together, going to a Yankees game, running the Rockwell empire or any of the numerous cliche things that fathers and their grown sons do. Now I'll never know how he really felt about me - his only son - his only child.

Having Geoffrey Rockwell as a father has its benefits for sure. Money was never an issue. My mother and I were always well provided for. He bought us a house in a well to do suburb of Connecticut, close enough to his Greenwich mansion and his New York City penthouse that he could keep an eye on us, but still have the distance he seemed to prefer.

I was sent to the best all male boarding school money could buy, from the time I was ten years old until now at eighteen. I'm to graduate in less than two months' time, and right now I'm on spring break. How convenient of dad to pick a school vacation to kick the bucket. A cross between a laugh and a sob leaves me as the thought occurs. I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze hard to stop the urge to cry. I'm not a baby. I'm a man, goddammit, and I need to conduct myself like one. I'll be under close scrutiny being Geoffrey Rockwell's only living relative and heir to his empire - unless he left it all to my stepmother.

The limousine slows and my eyes open, glancing around at the scenery. We've stopped in front of large, black gates blocking us from entering the driveway to a large stone mansion. I've never been here, but I recognize it as my father's estate in Greenwich, Connecticut. I've seen pictures in magazine spreads. It's pretty fucked that I've only seen it in print. We sit, the car idling until the gates sweep open, allowing our passage through. The long, wide driveway is lined with well-manicured trees. Once we park in front of the main entrance, it's only a minute or two before the green door opens inward. I hold my breath and wait to see who will appear. Will it be my elusive stepmother? Or will it be one of her paid lackeys who waits on her hand and foot?

I notice the black heeled shoe first and then my eyes journey up from there. _And what a fucking journey it is._ Her ankle is delicate, her calf, long and leanly muscled. Her dress ends just below her knees, obstructing the view of her amazing legs. The black material hugs the curves of her hips, clearly outlining their shape, before dipping in on each side for her narrow waist. The modest neckline covers her large tits, but any red blooded male can tell just by looking at them, they're fucking phenomenal. My dick twitches in my pants as I imagine what they'd look like bare. _Fuck, I can't think about my stepmother this way._ I shake my head as if I can easily do away with the inappropriate images in my mind. My shaggy brown hair lands in my eyes. I rake my hand through it, gripping it painfully tight for a moment and squeeze my eyes shut. _Don't think about her tits._

She moves closer and closer to the back door of the car, where I'm seated. I panic, my fingers grip the edge of the leather on each side of my legs. I focus on her lips as they part when she speaks to our driver and then flashes him a smile. Christ. Those red lips were made to suck cock. I bet she sucks a mean one. Either that or her pussy is tight as fuck. There has to be something special for my father to have given up his long-standing bachelorhood to marry her.

I'm so hard right now, imaging her on her knees in front of me with her full, red painted lips wrapped around my shaft. Fuck. My breathing picks up speed and I have to squeeze my cock for a moment and push it down. It's immoral to think of my own stepmother this way. _What am I going to do?_

## 3

# Charlotte

Pausing, I stand at the back door of the limousine, waiting for John, my driver to open up for me. Normally I would have no problem with doing things for myself, but right now I'm too focused on how I'm going to stretch my legs wide enough to step into the back seat without splitting my dress into two. The door opens, and I throw caution to the wind. _Fuck it._ Awkwardly smiling at John, I hike my dress up to an inappropriate length to give my legs freedom to move. Nobody else is riding in the car with me, I can get in as unladylike as I need to and fix my dress in the privacy of the back seat. Stepping into the car my legs stretch with ease. My heel hits the car floor first, allowing me to lower myself onto the seat before bringing my other leg inside. Sinking into the plush back seat, I take my sunglasses off and lean my head back on the headrest. Closing my eyes, I let out an audible sigh. The feel of the heated leather on the back of my thighs reminds me that I need to rearrange my dress.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startles me. My eyes open instantly, and I turn my head to the direction of the sound. The first thing I notice are his eyes, they're gorgeous. A familiar combination of green and brown, they match his olive-brown skin perfectly. With a chiseled jaw line and the slight hint of a five-o'clock shadow, I forget where I am and where I'm going, and enjoy the way his stare makes me feel. Indulging in the moment, my eyes move from his face down to his white dress shirt that stretches perfectly across his broad shoulders. There's no denying that underneath the clothes is a body that I could stare at all day. His eyes noticeably stop at my legs. _Shit._ I clumsily try to pull my dress lower so it covers my thighs, but the smirk on his face tells me it's too late. Me and my fluorescent thong gave him quite the show. He shifts ever so slightly on the seat, and the movement snaps me out of my very obvious ogling. My eyes dart to where his hands are discreetly trying to stretch his pants away from his very visible hard on. _He really did enjoy it._ I'm caught up by the fact he's turned on just by looking at me. I can't stop staring. I hear him clear his throat. Again. _ Fuck._

I quickly turn around and look out the window, hoping to avoid any more awkwardness.

Minutes pass and it's obvious he isn't going to be the one to break the silence. My mind runs a hundred miles per hour trying to remember any conversation from the last few days that might tell me who he is. I come up blank.

I turn back to face him, and he's staring out the window. Now that I'm not overcome by a haze of lust, I notice not only does he look sad, he looks young. Younger than me and that means young enough to make me question the eye fucking that went on minutes ago. _Who the fuck is he?_

If I want answers, I'm going to have to make the first move.

"Hi. I'm Charlotte," I blurt out.

He turns and stares at me blankly.

"I wasn't expecting for there to be anyone else in here with me," I continue. "Has there been a mix up of some sort?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, there hasn't been a mix up. We're on our way to Geoffrey Rockwell's funeral," he states matter of factly.

"Yes. But why are you in here with me?" I'm frustrated and confused. I don't want to turn the bitch switch on, but I don't need drama before the day has even started. This car is supposed to be my sanctuary. A place where I can compose myself before I face the public. Somewhere I can prepare myself against all the cameras, the judgement, and the expectations. I don't want to share this space.

"This is the family car, isn't it?" he asks.

I widen my eyes and look at him with an expression that indicates I have no idea where he's going with this.

"Holy shit," he says on a chuckle, "You don't know who I am do you?"

Exasperated, I decide to just lay it on the table. "Look, can you just tell me who you are before we get to the service. There will be so much going on there, I don't need to be worried about anything else, besides the sudden death of my husband."

Anxiously waiting, he finally breaks the hold his eyes have on mine, and only then do I realize why his eyes look so familiar to me.

"Your husband," he says between gritted teeth, "was my father."

_M y husband has a son. I'm a stepmother. My husband has a son. I'm a stepmother._

Sitting in the service, with Geoffrey's casket in front of me, my thoughts are on repeat. All I can think about is how the hell did I not know he had a son? How do you not tell someone you have a kid? _Who does he live with? Where has he been?_

I need to snap out of it and shelve these thoughts for another time. I need to keep my head in the game and make sure I don't stuff up the act of the grieving widow. I'm a Rockwell and that means nothing less than perfection. I pull and tug at my dress, making sure everything is in order. My mind is all over the place, but if I keep my eyes focused to the front, hopefully nobody will notice.

Someone speaks into a microphone, and the murmurs buzzing around the left side of the room immediately grab my attention. __ I realize it must be his turn to say the eulogy. Standing, he buttons up his suit jacket, and walks toward the steps that lead to the lectern. I try and ignore how his black trousers tighten around his ass every time he climbs a step, but between his firm body and gorgeous face, there's nothing about him that doesn't turn me on.

He stands tall behind the lectern, and pulls a paper out of the inside of his suit coat. Setting it down, his hands straighten his tie and he looks into the crowd. His eyes find mine, and he speaks directly into the microphone.

"Hi, I'm Lucas Geoffrey Rockwell."

## 4

# Lucas

I barely held it together while delivering my father's eulogy. If it hadn't been for Charlotte sitting in the front row, I'm not sure I would have made it. The moment we locked eyes, I knew I had to be strong for her and for my father. He would have expected no less from me. Rockwells don't cry in public. Hell, Rockwell's don't cry - period. We also don't show emotion, preferring to appear unaffected no matter what the situation entails. "We must have a calm facade at all times." I hear my father's words in my head. "There's always someone watching - always someone waiting for you to slip up." He fed those words to me from an early age and they're always there in the back of my mind.

Sometimes, it's hard to keep the Rockwell mask in place and I just want to be like every other eighteen-year-old. I want to blow off my homework and go to the frat party at the nearby university. I look older than I am, and no one would even question me being there. When I go back to school in a few weeks, I'm going to do just that. I may even find some sexy little cheerleader to suck my dick. God knows it could use some fucking attention.

Leaning against the wall, I nurse the beer I'm drinking. After the funeral, we all headed to Alfano's, my dad's favorite Italian restaurant. I wasn't even aware this was a place he preferred, until I overheard Charlotte telling some woman I've never seen before. I glance around the large room, taking in all the people seated at the numerous tables and the ones engaging in conversations around the bar. There are a handful I know, and everyone else are complete strangers to me.

Even my stepmother is someone I don't really know. Judging by her reaction in the car earlier, it was obvious she didn't know of my existence. Realizing that is like a punch to the gut. _My father didn't tell his wife about me._ How is that possible? Did he care so little for me? I shake my head, disgusted with him - disgusted with this whole situation. He's gone now and there's no way for me to ever know what went on in his mind. I'll never know for sure whether he loved me or not and that sucks.

I take a pull from my bottle and enjoy the icy cold beer going down. The bartender didn't even hesitate when I ordered one. Looking older than my age comes in handy. Now, all I need is a few more of these to numb the pain of my father's death and all the questions his passing has brought up.

A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep musings. "Lucas, are you okay?"

My head turns and I find Charlotte standing beside me. The first thing I notice are her large tits and how close they are to touching my arm. If I shift a fraction of a step to the side I could feel them press against me. My eyes move up over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss between them and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her red mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. _I wonder if she sucks dick like one?_

"Lucas." She rubs my arm, pulling me back to the present.

My eyes leave her enticing lips and raise up to meet her enthralling blues, and I finally find my voice. "Yeah, I'm fine." I turn to face her; our gazes never break contact. With her heels, she stands only a few inches shorter than my six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are pointing at my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I've never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her company and my cock's ready and waiting.

"Can I get you anything?" she asks, rubbing my arm again.

_That's a loaded question if I ever heard one._

"I don't know. Can you?"

Her hand falls from my arm. "If you want something, I'll get it for you."

I inch forward until her tits touch my chest. Her eyes go wide. "I want a lot of things, Charlie." I let my hand caress over the curve of her hip down to the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill the waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back, lifting the drink toward my mouth. "Right now, I just want another beer." My lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp. Christ. I need a cold shower after being this close to her.

Her shiny red lips open in a silent 'oh' at my reply. She flashes me a tight smile and looks down at the diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. "The limo will be here in twenty minutes to pick us up."

I nod my head before tipping back the beer. If I drink this one straight down, I'll have time for one more.

Charlotte takes a dainty step back still looking at me and then pivots to walk into the reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on the generous curves of her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to speculate about what my father saw in her. It's the same thing every guy with a pulse sees when he looks at her. _SEX._ Between her large rack, her full lips and her heart shaped ass, I don't know which I'd like to bite more - but I'd sure like to find out.

By the time Charlotte enters the limo, I've already been waiting for ten minutes. My tie and jacket are off and the top three buttons of my shirt are undone. The cold beer in my hand is courtesy of James the bartender. When he realized it was my father who had passed, he slid a fresh one toward me as he was cleaning up. "Here man. You look like you could use this." I grabbed the bottle from the bar, grateful for the opportunity to numb myself some more. "I heard about your father." He wiped the wood clean with a white towel. "I don't know if a few drinks will help, but I do know they won't hurt."

I raised the bottle in the air like I was toasting him. "Thanks man." I reached in my pocket and pulled out the twenty-dollar bill I'd hastily shoved in there in case I needed it. I folded and tucked it down into his tip cup on the bar and made my way to the front exit. I should've known everything would be top of the line and all expenses paid. No cash bar for my father's final hoorah.

Charlotte or Charlie as I like to think of her, enters the car different than last time - ass first. I'd like to say it's her best side, but she's equally hot from the front. Watching her try to keep her legs together and not flash me or anyone outside of the car is entertaining. _Don't keep your legs closed on my account._ I smirk, squeezing the beer bottle in my hand to avoid the temptation she presents. She can close her legs all she wants; the image of her flashing me her thong isn't something I'm going to forget any time soon.

I want to reach out and touch any part of her I can. I want to - but I can't. She's my father's widow. She's my stepmother. She's older than me. I can remind myself of all of these things, but my dick won't listen. He wants to get better acquainted with Charlie and all her assets.

## 5

# Charlotte

It's been ten minutes since Lucas made his way into the limo. For ten whole minutes, I've been standing outside in the frigid cold air. Leaning against the stone wall of the restaurant, trying to regain my composure; summoning the courage to again be in close proximity to him. The last conversation we had keeps replaying in my mind. The way he stared at my boobs, the soft but deliberate touching. I noticed he'd been drinking at the restaurant, maybe that's what the whole interaction was about. Just an alcohol fueled moment. Whatever it was, there was no denying I enjoyed every bit of attention he gave me. On any other day, I would've reciprocated those touches, let the sexual innuendos fly right out of my mouth, and made sure we went home together. My nipples harden at that thought alone. _What the fuck Charlotte? He's your deceased husband's son._

I exhale in frustration, and push my body off the wall. How am I even in this situation? A big gust of wind snaps me out of my thoughts and forces me to make my way to the car. I've kept Lucas waiting long enough. What's the worst thing that can happen anyway? The limo will drop me off at home first and I'll probably never see him again.

Reminiscent of exactly how this day started, I straighten my dress and try with everything I have to step inside the limousine with elegance and poise. With arms and legs inside the car, John closes the door and my body instinctively relaxes into the comfortable seat. I close my eyes with the hope that if I pay him no attention the car ride will pass with no more awkward moments.

Just before the car begins to move, I feel the cushion of the seat next to me dip significantly. The smell of expensive cologne, mixed with a hint of beer permeates my senses. He's so close. Curiosity breaks down my will power. I open my eyes and find Lucas staring at me. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes and back. I notice the tip of his tongue peek out when he licks his bottom lip. I blatantly stare; imagining all the things his mouth and tongue can do to me. I squeeze my legs together, hoping to relieve the tension coursing through my body. His signature cocky grin makes an appearance. He knows he has the upper hand.

Lightly grazing the length of my neck with his fingers, the small contact is enough to have me breathing heavy in anticipation. Four fingertips turn into one, and before I know it, his middle finger is tracing the top of my plump breasts. I've never been so turned on by such a simple touch. My attraction to Lucas is unheard of. Dipping his finger in between my cleavage; one, two, three times. I'm desperate for him to extend his exploration to the rest of my breasts. Like he can read my mind he uses one hand to pull down both my dress and the cups of my bra. I watch him stick his index finger in his mouth and wet the tip. His finger circles my nipple. Between the cool air surrounding us in the limo and the wetness of his touch; my nipple is hard and taut. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from leaving my mouth.

"Mrs. Rockwell, we've arrived."

John's voice startles us both, and the mention of a "Mrs. Rockwell" is like an ice bucket, bringing us both back to reality. Lucas doesn't even bother rearranging my clothes back into their original state. He launches himself across from me and turns his head to stare out the window. Pretending I don't even exist.

"Mrs. Rockwell, do you want me to come around and open the door for you? I know how much you usually dislike that." The driver states.

"No, I'm fine. I'll just be another minute."

My voice is shaky and I'm disappointed with myself. _How did I let this happen?_ And now I'm upset; way more than I should be about a five-minute tit grab.

Once my clothes are in place, I risk looking back at Lucas. With his fist repeatedly clenching and unclenching, it seems his determination to ignore me is taking all his willpower. As I realize this is just another thing to add to my list of regrets, I open the door and slide my way out of the limo. I lean in before closing the door, making sure I have the last word, "Sorry for your loss, Lucas."

I walk with my head held high and don't look back. I don't know what would bother me more; him watching me walk away or him still pretending the tension between us is nonexistent. His touch lingers making it difficult to concentrate My fingers fumble as I fish for the house keys in my clutch. When I finally find them, I unlock the door as fast as I can and retreat to the only place I can be me.

Turning on all the lights, I make my way to the kitchen. Some wine is all I need right now. Pouring myself a generous sized glass, I notice the red light flashing on the home phone. I hit play and immediately regret it.

"Mrs. Rockwell, Attorney Lenton here. I'm calling to advise you that Mr. Rockwell's will is scheduled to be read on Thursday at ten a.m. My understanding is that everything will be left to you. If you have any questions before then please call me."

Mr. Lenton is still rattling off his number as I down the entire contents of my wine glass.

_Me. Left everything._ My mind immediately goes to Lucas. My worry of what this will mean for him is overshadowed by the memory of what happened in the car. The way he stared at me. His hands and the way they touched me. Taking another glass of wine with me, I walk up the stairs; promising myself that some 'me' time in a hot bath is all I need to get him out of my system.

## 6

# Lucas

Once Charlotte's out of the limo, I let out the large breath I've been holding. Fuck. I wanted her so bad. I wanted her to sink down on my dick and ride me all the way home. And it might have happened if we hadn't been interrupted. But it's for the best anyway. Nothing good could result from us indulging in our fantasies. She's still technically my stepmother even if my father is no longer alive - even though I have a difficult time thinking of her as that. She gives an all too literal meaning to the term MILF.

The ride back to my house from Charlotte's is only fifteen minutes, but it's still too much time for my idle mind to remain on her. I need to get her out of my head. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I send out a text to my best friend, Sam Murphy or Murph as he's known to everyone.

Me - _What's on for tonight?_

It only takes a few seconds for my phone to vibrate with his reply.

Murph - _Party at Ronnie's house. Are you up for it?_

My eyes are sightless while I stare out the window at the passing scenery. Everything is a continual blur as my head fills with images of Charlotte. My finger trailing over the top of her breasts and dipping down into the deep V of her cleavage. Her skin unbelievably soft under my fingertips. The way her breathing quickened when I touched her neck. Her hard nipple, ready for my mouth. Fuck. If we hadn't been interrupted I'm sure we would have continued. I don't know how much further it would've progressed, but my intention was my tongue landing in her pussy.

_Fuck._ I really need to stop thinking about her. I shake my head and type out the message that will be the first step toward doing that.

Me _\- Tell Ronnie I'll be there._

Veronica Mitchell, Ronnie as we all call her, and I hook up from time to time. We haven't had sex yet, but she gives a mean blow job and that's definitely on my agenda tonight. I don't need Charlie's lips wrapped around my dick; Ronnie's will get the job done just fine. And I won't have any guilt about it later.

When I arrive at Ronnie's house, the party is already in full swing as I step inside the large entryway. I left home later than I intended. After returning from the funeral, I couldn't get out of my suit fast enough. Taking a quick shower and heading right over here was my plan, but I got held up at home talking to my mother on the phone. She's in Greece right now with her latest boy toy, Klaus. They have two more weeks of their trip and then she swears she'll be home and remain here until I graduate. I'm not holding my breath. Mom may have the best of intentions, but she makes spur of the moment decisions and as a result, her plans often change. She certainly enjoys the money my father provides her with - provided her with. _I wonder what's going to happen now?_

_"Luke,"_ Ronnie yells out as she plasters herself against me. Her arms go around my neck and she pushes her perky breasts against my chest. They're not as mouthwatering as Charlie's. My dick doesn't even react.

I circle my arms loosely around her waist and smile down at her. "Hey, Ronnie."

She stares up at me like I'm the second coming of Christ, and I feel a pang of guilt because I know this girl is most likely in love with me or at the very least her feelings run way deeper than mine do. She's a nice girl with a hot little body - end of story. She's a means to get off without doing it myself, and if that makes me an asshole then I guess I'm an asshole. I think it makes me a normal guy with raging fucking hormones.

"I'm so sorry about your dad. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Her eyes have a bit of a sheen to them as she spits out her questions rapid fire. Is she fucking tearing up? _Shit. Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all._

My thoughts wander to Charlotte and I wonder what she's doing tonight. I can picture her sitting on her sofa, that sexy as fuck black dress hiked up high giving her legs room to curl underneath her on the cushion. Her red tipped fingers wrapped around a glass of wine. My cock is instantly hard at the image I've conjured up.

Grabbing Ronnie's hand, I tug her along behind me, up the stairs and into her room. I've been here many times and I know where everything is. Pushing her inside, I slam the door behind us. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"I don't want to talk. I want to do other things and if that's not what you want then you need to walk out the door right now." I tear my t-shirt off, dropping it to the floor. My fingers undo the button on my jeans and her eyes go wide as she realizes I'm not playing around. When I unzip them the sound the metal teeth makes has her biting her lip in anticipation of seeing my dick. Most of our groping and jerking has been done in the dark. Never with a light on like now. I didn't bother with boxers, hoping to get to this point as soon as possible. When I push my jeans down my hips, my fully erect dick rises to rest against my stomach. She gasps when she sees it. She never seems to get used to the size of my cock.

I fist it and smirk at her as I slowly stroke my hand up and down its length. I wonder what Charlotte would think of my cock. Would it be the biggest one she's ever had?

"Are you going to help or are you just going to watch me?" My hand continues its motion; her eyes never stray as she comes to stand in front of me. I push my pants down to mid-thigh and sit down on the bed. She sinks to her knees in front of me and I bend down to kiss her shiny pink lips. Our tongues touch and I long for it to be Charlie's wrapped around mine. I pull my mouth from hers and kiss along her neck. My lips move just below her ear. "Suck my cock, Ronnie." I straighten up and lean back, resting my palms on the bed behind me. She looks from my dick, to me and then back at my dick again before taking me in her soft hand. I groan as her fingers wrap around me. My head falls back as her tongue makes a wet circle around the head. Fuck. I picture Charlotte on her knees in between my legs, in the limousine and wish my vision was reality. In my mind, it's Charlie staring up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with lust as her tongue licks from the base of me all the way to the tip and back down again.

"Fuck," I groan out, when Ronnie wraps her soft, pink lips around me, taking me in as far as she can. I fall to my back on the mattress in surrender, gripping both sides of her head as she goes to town bobbing her mouth up and down my thick cock. In my mind, I see Charlie's red lipstick smearing along my dick; tattooing it as hers. Goddamn. _I wish it could really be hers._ I push her head down and raise my hips up, increasing the tempo to go along with the vision I have of Charlie sucking me off. When she starts to use her hand along with her mouth it feels so incredible it's almost painful.

"I'm gonna come," I groan out a warning and Ronnie quickly moves away from my dick as my release shoots out. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth. My orgasm seems to go on forever. I run a hand over my face and breathe a sigh of relief. I was barely able to stop myself from calling out the wrong name; it was right on the tip of my tongue.

In my mind, I shouted Charlie's name as she swallowed down every fucking drop I had for her.

## 7

# Charlotte

I throw the blankets off my body in frustration. For the third night in a row, like a teenage boy, my hands are down my pants, while I think of Lucas. His lips. His tongue. I'm even at the point of imagining what his cock looks like and how it would feel to have him inside of me. No contact with him means my life should return to exactly how it was before Geoffrey died. Quiet and uneventful. But I can't shake the thought of him. No matter how hard I try, it's like he's flipped a switch inside me and I'm so damn horny all the time. Maybe it's my body's way of subconsciously telling me I don't 'belong' to Geoffrey anymore. Whatever it is, I need an actual body to help me release the tension. I grab my phone from the nightstand and text someone who's always available for me.

Me: _Meet me at the usual?_

Ryan: _See you in an hour._

Sex with Geoffrey was nonexistent, and after our private separation, the contract I signed stated I had to be discreet with anyone I had sex with. Nobody could ever find out that we were not a happily married couple. If anyone did find out and it was my fault, I would be out on my ass. I didn't marry him for money, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to settle for anything less than his millions after the hand of heartbreak he dealt me. Going to the attorney tomorrow means I might finally be able to rid myself of the Rockwell mask. Start fresh and take my life back. Getting myself out of bed, I head to the bathroom and get ready to meet Ryan. Hopefully the next time I'm alone in my room, my mind will be Lucas free and my body will be undoubtedly satisfied.

The knock on the hotel door has me running to open it. There with a bottle of my favorite wine is Ryan. We've been friends with benefits forever and friends for even longer. If it wasn't for him, there was no way I would've survived the whole Geoffrey ordeal; he's everything I need. A proud manwhore himself, our setup is perfect. I grab his hand and drag him inside.

"Woah, baby girl. Horny much?"

"You have no idea," I respond.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I push Ryan so he lands on his back and start to take off my top. As I lift it over my head, I feel hands and lips on my stomach. "While I love your excitement," he says in between kisses, "you know I call the shots in here; nothing's changed."

He undoes the button and pulls down the zipper on my jeans. He pulls back and lifts his eyes up to meet mine. "No panties? Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Charlotte?"

"Please Ry," I plead, "I'll explain later. I just need a distraction."

He pulls my jeans down and I step out of them immediately. Giving my ass cheeks a firm squeeze, he winks. "Your wish is my command."

In one split second, he stands up and pushes me back onto the bed. Taking a condom out of his back pocket, he flicks it in my direction and it lands next to me. Removing his clothes, his naked body is on display in front of me. With a physique that most women would dream to have unlimited access to, Ryan has never failed at turning me on. He has no problem hitting all the right spots. Ryan picks up on the fact that foreplay isn't needed. Dragging my body to the edge of the bed, he takes the condom from my hand. Ripping it open, he quickly sheaths his cock, and positions himself above me. With every touch, every kiss and every thrust, I climb higher; desperate for release. I cling to Ryan and try to focus on only him, but as he reaches down to rub my clit and bring me to release; Lucas is all I see.

Lying next to Ryan, I realize my attempt to forget Lucas, has done the complete opposite. Being in the moment with Ryan has never been an issue, but after a few hours with Lucas Rockwell, my intrigue is at an all-time high. He's Geoffrey's son, and there's a really good chance he's younger than he looks. Seeking him out would be the worst decision I have ever made. Right up there with marrying Geoffrey.

"So, want to tell me what that was all about?" Ryan asks, bringing me back to reality.

"What do you mean?"

"Charlotte, we've been having sex for years now, and two things have always been the same," he states.

"One, you never go commando. Two, you always need foreplay." I stare at him without saying a word so he continues, "I would also like to point out, that I'm slightly offended you were thinking about some guy called Lucas when my dick was inside you," he finishes.

"What? Who said anything about Lucas?"

"You did. Right in my ear, when your pussy was clenching down on my cock and your nails were digging into my back."

"Fuuuuuccckk." I bury my head in my hands. This is way worse than I thought it could be. "Look, can we just go to sleep and talk about it in the morning? I've got to see the attorney at ten, but we can wake up early and have breakfast before I go home and get ready."

"Actually, I've gotta go." He gets up and starts putting his clothes back on. "You know I have to take Georgia to school every Thursday."

"Oh, shit. I forgot." Georgia is Ryan's six-year-old daughter. She lives with her mom, but Ryan is still a very hands on dad.

He leans down, kisses my forehead and walks toward the door. Glancing back at me one last time, he smiles. "We'll catch up soon, okay? Good luck tomorrow," he shouts, just as the door slams and once again I'm alone and thinking about Lucas.

Disorientated, I wake up and realize I wasn't dreaming about my cell phone ringing. Soon enough I remember that I'm in the hotel and launch myself out of bed toward the ringing sound. I pull out my cell from the bottom of my clutch and see it's ten forty five a.m. and I have four missed calls from Mr. Lenton, the attorney. _Shit, I'm late._

Jumping in the shower and washing off the smell of sex, I know attending this meeting in black skinny leg jeans and a casual long sleeve fitted top won't be my finest moment, but going home isn't an option. I wash and dry my hair until it hangs in loose curls down my back. Grateful I always carry my makeup bag with me, I apply some mascara and lip-gloss, and hope I look somewhat decent.

In record time, I find myself following the receptionist into a conference room where Mr. Lenton is waiting. As she pushes on the glass door and moves to the side to let me walk through, I realize Mr. Lenton isn't the only one who's been waiting. Leaning back on the recliner chair like he owns the place, is Lucas Rockwell.

With the appearance of his signature smirk, and a wink, he looks me up and down before making eye contact.

"Nice of you to make it, Charlie."

_Fuck._

## 8

# Lucas

"I'm so sorry I'm late. My alarm malfunctioned," she quickly explains.

One more glance at my cellphone confirms how late Charlotte is for the meeting with my father's attorney. My stomach has been in knots all morning. I don't know if it was based on worry about the reading of the will or if it had more to do with the thought of seeing her again.

She looks a little rough around the edges and her clothing is wrinkled. She has a much more natural look to her this morning. I like this side of her. Unkempt Charlie is hot. I'd like to mess her up some more. It looks like she could be wearing yesterday's clothing. __ My eyes repeatedly roam over her from head to toe. _Was she out with some guy last night?_ The thought of her with someone else has my fists clenching.

"Charlotte, please have a seat." Mr. Lenton gestures to the chair next to mine. As she glides by me, I catch the subtle floral scent of her perfume and it reminds me of what happened with us in the limo. Was that only three days ago? It seems like it was much longer. In my mind, it's been ages since I've had my hands on her.

She sits down, perching on the edge of the seat as if she's ready to run off without a moment's notice. Her legs are crossed at the ankle, her hands folded primly in her lap. I bet those graceful hands would feel amazing wrapped around my cock. _Fuck._ I have to stop having these thoughts about her.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and think about the events of last few nights. My plan to forget about her didn't go as I had intended. Having Ronnie's lips around my cock only backfired, making me think of Charlie more.

The restless night's sleep after I returned home was all her fault. She won't leave my fucking mind, not even in my dreams. Her flashing blue eyes and pouting lips haunted me that entire night and continue to do so every night since. Each morning I wake up holding my painfully hard dick in my hand. I have to jerk off to get some relief - temporary relief, that is. The only permanent cure for this problem would be to bury myself inside her pussy and stay there forever.

The sound of a throat clearing has me lifting my head. Mr. Lenton slides his wire rimmed glasses on and begins to speak.

"Charlotte, you asked me to break everything down and print it out for you to see. Here's a copy for you." He holds a packet out for her. As she reaches across the desk I notice the red shine of her nail polish and it brings back the memory of the morning of the funeral, when I saw her red, slick lips for the first time. I feel a punch of need in my stomach and I fight to stifle it. This is not the time or the place to get a hard on. I'm at the reading of my father's will, for God's sake. _What the fuck is wrong with me?_

"Here you go, Lucas." My eyes flick from Charlotte sitting beside me to Mr. Lenton across from me on the other side of the desk. I take the packet from him and notice there are multiple pages stapled neatly together. My eyes move down the column of holdings listed, noticing beside each one that Charlotte is listed as the beneficiary. I flip the pages one at a time, my eyes rapidly scanning for any sign of my name, but all I see is hers. When I come to the end I finally notice my name listed next to my father's New York City penthouse and the sum of five million dollars. I fling the packet across the room frisbee style and jump to my feet.

"This is bullshit!" I shout. "I'm his only child and he didn't leave me any stake in the family business." My voice cracks on the last word. I close my eyes and try to put the Rockwell mask back on, but this is too much. The family business is all I have left of my father. My plan for the future, us working side by side, can never happen now. I'll be damned if I'm going to let someone else have his legacy. After all the events of the past few days, this is the final thing to push me over the edge. "I want to contest the will," I spit the words out between clenched teeth. "She was his wife for a couple of years." I point at Charlotte. Her eyes are huge like a deer caught in the headlights. "I'm his son and rightful heir." I pound on my chest, "I'm not letting anyone else have my birthright."

Mr. Lenton holds up a hand trying to placate me. "Calm down Lucas. Let's talk about the considerable sum of money your father left you. Most people would be thrilled with that."

A bitter laugh escapes me. "I'm not most people. How do I go about contesting his will?"

"I'll tell you what," Mr. Lenton interrupts, "Why don't we call it a day and you can take the packets home and look them over. Let's reschedule for some time next week. My secretary will be in touch with both of you."

I can't believe this asshole is dismissing us. "This is bullshit. I want answers by the end of the week." I rake both hands through my hair overcome with frustration and hurt by the revelations of this meeting. My feet pound into the hardwood floor with each step I take. I need to get out of here before I do something I'll regret.

Once I'm out of his office I race down the hallway and into the reception area. I ignore the curious looks from the secretary and bust out of the front doors. My hands close into fists, squeezing tight and then opening again as I pace back and forth in front of the building. My mind is racing with thoughts, and I'm not sure what to do next. My breathing is labored; I try to calm myself down. I've never been so heated in my entire life. I want to hit something so bad. I don't know how to deal with all this rage.

"Lucas," Charlotte calls my name. _Goddammit._ She's the last person I want to be near right now. I stand with my back to her and pray she goes away.

"Lucas." This time her sexy voice comes from right behind me. I close my eyes and roll my neck to ease the tension. I have a tenuous grasp on my control right now.

Her hand on my bicep has me spinning around. One look at her sinful mouth, and I know what I want to do with all this rage. I tug her to me, gripping her upper arms tight. I back her into the alcove surrounding the entrance to the nearest building. Once she's against the brick wall I slam my mouth down on hers. Swallowing her gasp of surprise, I plunge my tongue between her lips while my hands move up to cup her tits. She moans into my mouth and it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced. She has my dick instantly hard. I rub my thumbs over her nipples as our tongues battle it out. My hands slide down her ribs, moving over her hips to cup her full ass. I lift her up into my arms and her long legs wrap around my hips. I push my cock into her center and grind against her. When she slides her fingers in my hair, tugging on it, I know she's enjoying this as much as I am. Our mouths remain connected, both of us afraid to stop, because the moment we do sanity will return and with it comes regret. I lick along the generous curve of her bottom lip and then bite on it. I want to know what that lip would feel like underneath my cock as I slide it back and forth in her mouth. _ Fuck._

"Ahem," someone clears their throat. _Go away dude. We're a little busy here._ I keep kissing and grinding into Charlie and ignore the guy standing there.

"Excuse me," he pauses and then continues, "I need to get inside." My hands lower her until her feet are on the ground, but our lips stay connected until the last possible second. Neither one of us wants to be the first one to pull away and let reality seep back in.

"Guys, I hate to break this up, but I need to get inside," he mentions again.

I reluctantly pull my lips from hers knowing this might be the only time they'll ever be this close to hers. My eyes open to find an annoyed middle aged man standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I glance at Charlie. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink with passion and her lips are swollen from our kisses. I want to see her beneath me in bed with that same flush from having my cock inside her.

I take her hand and pull her back onto the sidewalk while I scan the immediate area for her limo. It's parked along the curb in front of the lawyer's building. We walk in silence with our hands clasped together until we're standing beside the rear door. The driver gets out but I wave him off and open the door for her. She moves to get in but then pauses, staring up at me. Her blue eyes are filled with confusion. I know she must see the same emotion in mine. I don't know what to do about my attraction to her anymore.

_What are we doing?_ This is insane. She's my stepmother. I was raised better than this. My father might not have been all I wanted him to be, but he taught me right from wrong - _this is wrong._ Thinking about my father is like having a cold bucket of water dumped on me. I let her hand fall from mine and shutter the emotion from my eyes. I'm a Rockwell, and I always will be. I have to do right by my father and fucking around with his wife is so wrong. __

"Get in the car, Charlotte." My voice is crisp and cool. I see a flicker of surprise in her eyes, and then it's replaced by anger. She climbs into the limo, her ass sticking up in the air, and it's all I can do to keep myself from chasing her inside.

Once she's comfortably seated she looks at me with frosty blue eyes. "Goodbye, Lucas." She faces straight ahead, dismissing me. I take the hint, closing her in the long black car. I back away and picture her flipping me the bird on the other side of the dark tinted glass as the vehicle pulls away.

I shake my head. I'm disgusted with myself for my lack of control, but if I could do it all over again I wouldn't change a single thing - except I'd be in the limo with her right now, finishing what we started.

## 9

# Charlotte

The mask slips as soon as the limo takes off, Lucas' dismissive tone forgotten. Nothing would compare to the memory of what just happened, knowing how his hands feel all over my body. Running the tips of my fingers over my lips, I can still feel Lucas' mouth on mine. His anger mixed with my desperation was all we needed to give into one another. Every stroke of his tongue against mine was like striking a match. The pressure of his body pushing me into the brick wall, shamelessly grinding against one another in public. The feel of his cock pressing on just the right spot. I should be disgusted at the way he switched from hot to cold, making me feel inconsequential, but all I want is more. More is dangerous. More is wrong, _but more is all I can think about._

I should be focused on how much pent up anger Lucas had toward me when he read the details of the will. But sitting in that office brought back familiar feelings of surprise and helplessness that had me empathizing with Lucas. It felt eerily similar to the last time Geoffrey tried to buy my silence. I don't know how Lucas has lived, but if the outburst was anything to go by then money is the only thing Geoffrey has provided for him, and in death Lucas expected no different.

There must be a quick solution. He doesn't need to contest the will; I will gladly give it all to him. Geoffrey's death means I can forget the last few years happened, and the quicker I can settle the details of the will, the quicker Lucas will be out of my life. I grab my cell phone out of my bag and call Mr. Lenton. I'll tell him to inform Lucas he can have it. The next time I'll be in that office will be to sign it all over to him.

"Mr. Lenton's office, how can I help you?"

"This is Mrs. Rockwell, I need to speak to Mr. Lenton urgently."

There are many perks to being a Rockwell. Getting your every demand met is one of them.

"Mrs. Rockwell, how can I help you?" Mr. Lenton asks.

"Mr. Lenton, I've had some time to go over the papers," I pause for dramatic effect, "I would like you to give everything to Lucas." Nothing but silence.

"Mr. Lenton? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Rockwell I did, but are you sure? I know Geoffrey wanted to make sure you were properly compensated." There's nothing that Mr. Lenton doesn't know. That includes the affair.

"Stan," I say impatiently, "cut the crap okay. We both know why he left all that stuff to me, and I don't want it. I want to be done of all the lies and bullshit. That money means more to Lucas than it ever will to me anyway."

"Charlotte," he says sternly, "you would be an idiot to pass up this amount of money. I will give you till next week. Sleep on it for a few days and then see if you and Lucas can meet in the middle somehow."

I end the call, not in the mood for a round of verbal ping pong.

I move forward and stick my head in between the driver and passenger's seat. "John, do you know where Lucas Rockwell lives?"

He looks at me with confusion, but the fact that I pay his wage means he feels compelled to answer me.

"Yes, Mrs Rockwell I do. I picked him up from there the day of the funeral."

"Can you take me there, please?" I return to my seat, not waiting for John's answer. If I know him well enough, I'll be at Lucas' house in no time.

I've been sitting outside his house for fifteen minutes, If I don't knock on the door now, Geoffrey, Lucas and their money will never be behind me. _It's now or never_.

I press the intercom on my left and hear the loud ring echo throughout his house. The door swings open.

"Murph, what gives? You never..." Lucas' voice trails off when he notices it's not whoever he was expecting.

"Charlotte. What are you doing here?"

My mouth gets dry at the sight of him, and the words are lodged in the back of my throat.

"I asked John if he knew where you lived. I wanted to talk to you about today," I finally manage to tell him.

He leans against the door frame, looking at me expectantly. He's changed his clothes since I've seen him last. In a white fitted Henley shirt and black lounge pants that hang loosely, my eyes do nothing but roam over every part of his body. His sinewy arms and sculpted torso are enough to have my mouth watering.

"Charlotte," he says. The tone of his voice, catches me off guard and brings me back to the present. He smiles at me knowingly. _Shit, please don't smile at me like that._

What the fuck was I thinking. Being alone with him is a disaster waiting to happen.

Keeping my head down, I use all my willpower to avoid looking at him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have come," I say hurriedly. "I wanted to talk to you about the will, but it's nothing that can't wait till next week."

Turning around, I get ready to run down the stairs, but a firm grip takes hold of my wrist. Looking at Lucas' hand and then up at Lucas, I see the desire in his eyes.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "Let's not give the whole street a show, okay?"

My breathing quickens, and all I can do is nod and follow him back inside.

The door closes, shutting out the rest of the world. With his hands on either side of my head, and his mouth placing soft kisses behind my ear, there's nowhere in the world I would rather be right now.

"Charlie," he repeats in between kisses. One of his hands makes it's way down my body with purpose. Passing my breast and finding the button on my jeans, he undoes it with ease and dips his hand into my panties. Two of his fingers skillfully find my clit. He rubs it slowly, and I moan. There's no way he doesn't know how much I want him now. He pulls his hand out and I can see my wetness coating his fingers.

"I need to taste you."

## 10

# Lucas

I slip my fingers into my mouth. My eyes close as I suck them clean of her juices. Fuck. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. I've tasted pussy before, but it's never been this good. Charlotte's is the best, and now that I know how delicious she is the need to bury my tongue inside her is overwhelming.

My eyes snap open as Charlie traces the outline of my hard cock through my pants. Her fingers climb up to my waistband, and when they're about to dip inside I catch her hand. "I'm not done with you yet, Charlie." I lead her up the main staircase and down the long hallway to my bedroom. If we're going to do this, it's going to be in my bed. I've been fantasizing about having her here, naked on my dark sheets, looking up at me with her passion filled blue eyes.

Gripping the bottom of her top, I raise the material until it slips over her head. The sight of her full tits in her black lace bra has me momentarily paralyzed. I want to slide my cock between them, back and forth until I come all over her. Damn. First things first, though. I need to taste her delectable pussy some more.

"Take your bra off," I order as I tug her jeans down her long legs. She kicks them off, along with her shoes, while she removes her bra. When the lacey garment falls away, leaving her naked to my gaze, my breath halts in awe. I can't believe how beautiful she is. My hands raise and I softly cup both of her breasts. I moan as her taut nipples press against my palms. I want to lick every inch of her body and slowly savor her, but if I don't get my tongue inside her I might lose it. I scoop her up in my arms and lay her down on the bed. I tear my shirt off and push my lounge pants down over my lean hips. They fall silently to the floor. I climb on the bed between her legs and push her knees to her chest, leaving her shiny, pink pussy completely exposed to my hungry eyes. I tease her, moving lower until my mouth hovers close, my breath fanning over her slick slit.

Her hips raise up. "Please, Lucas," she begs. I lock eyes with her as my tongue delves between her soft lips for the first time. Her mouth opens in a silent moan and her eyes squeeze shut. I dip my tongue inside again, running along her slit, moving up to circle her clit. The delicious flavor of her juices flood my mouth, urging me on. "You taste incredible," I groan between swipes of my tongue.

Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, holding my head in place. When my lips close around her clit, I suck it into my mouth. She tugs on my hair and moans. I suck harder, slipping two fingers inside her. Lifting her hips she rocks her wet cunt into my face and rides my fingers eager for her orgasm. I place my hand on her lower stomach, stilling her movements. I want to be the one to make her come. She doesn't need to fucking help me. It only takes a few more passes over her clit with my tongue and she's screaming out my name.

_"Lucas."_

Watching her come is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen and knowing I was the one who made her body quake and quiver is an amazing feeling.

She sits up, climbing to her knees in front of me. The hard tips of her nipples press against my chest as her arms move up to circle my neck. Her face tips up to me in an invitation I can't resist. I connect our lips, my tongue seeks hers out, wanting her to experience the sweet flavor of her own pussy. She moans into my mouth, her fingers climb up to tangle themselves in my hair and all I can think about is burying myself in her slick, hot pussy. I've fooled around with a few girls, but I know nothing will compare to sinking inside Charlie for the first time. Fuck. My dick is so hard it's painful. I need to come soon.

Hands press on my chest, urging me down. I fall to my back and Charlie settles between my legs on her knees. _I like where this is going._ She leans down, long strands of her silky hair trail over my cock before her hot breath blows on me teasingly.

"Put your mouth on me," I growl, twisting my fingers in her hair while urging her head down. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue licking along the length of my cock has my eyes squeezing shut. When she takes me in her mouth I groan. "Fuck." When she begins to move up and down words spill out of my mouth without conscious thought. "Yes." I grip her hair tighter. "Charlie." Her mouth slowly slides up and down. "Don't," I choke out and pause to catch my breath, "stop."

"Hmm, I love the way you taste, Lucas," she murmurs.

_Oh fuck._ I fight with my body, wanting control, wanting to hang on for as long as I can. I don't ever want the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock to go away. I open my eyes and watch her as she sucks and hums up and down my length. Her sexy red lips wrapped around me is a sight I'll never forget. She picks up speed, sucking harder, using her hand. I can't hold it back any longer. The incredible sensation is too much for me to take and my orgasm hits hard. I come with a guttural groan while Charlie swallows down every drop.

I don't even have a chance to pull her into my arms before she jumps off the bed and starts rapidly pulling her clothes on. I sit up and run my fingers through my hair. I can barely think coherently. Still hungover from the best blow job of my life. I think she sucked my brain out through my dick.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and organize my thoughts. "Charlie, where are you going?"

"I have to get home," she replies as she pulls her pants up her sleek legs.

"We're kind of in the middle of something here." I scowl at her, annoyed that she's running.

"I have an appointment. I need to go." She runs a hand over her sex mussed hair.

I slide off the bed and pick my pants up off the floor. I remain silent as I put them on, but anger is starting to course through my veins.

"Charlie, why are you running away? There's nothing wrong with what we just did," I say, managing to keep my tone light despite how pissed off this is making me.

She slips her shoes on before looking at me. "Lucas, this was amazing, but it never should have happened." She takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. "It can never happen again." Her eyes shine with unshed tears. "You're my stepson." She shakes her head. "I don't even know how old you are." She covers her face with both of her hands before sliding them down enough to expose her panicked eyes. "How old are you, Lucas?" she whispers.

I walk toward her, stopping when I'm in front of her. I take her hands from her face and hold them in mine. "I'm eighteen, perfectly legal for you to suck, fuck or do whatever you want with me. I'll be nineteen in September."

She exhales a shaky breath. "Well, at least I can't go to jail for this." She steps back and pulls her hands free of my hold. "This can't happen again, Lucas." She takes three steps backward. "I know if you think about it, you'll realize I'm right." She turns and races out of the room. I can hear the soles of her shoes pounding down the staircase.

I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. _You're wrong, Charlie. I may be younger than you, but I'm mature enough to see that there's no denying this attraction between us._

## 11

# Charlotte

Pouring myself another glass of wine, I notice the red digits on the microwave. It's only four in the afternoon and I've already polished off two glasses of an expensive Pinot Grigio. Feeling myself borderline on tipsy, I'm on a mission to forget about Lucas. With the events of the afternoon on replay in my mind, I realize there's no point. I'm in complete lust with an eighteen-year-old. The reminder of his age has me groaning loudly into the empty room. I bury my head in my hands. _What the fuck am I going to do?_ It's obvious we're attracted to one another, and after having his mouth on my pussy and his dick in my mouth, we've moved from curious to fucking complicated. The documents sitting on the breakfast bar are a stark reminder that this isn't the last of Lucas and me. One way or another we'll be seeing more of each other. Most importantly, I need to set him straight about the will. I don't want to be responsible for any lingering animosity toward Geoffrey; not when it's too late for him to rectify their relationship.

My cell vibrates next to me with one new message. I expect to see Ryan's name on my screen; he said he would check in to see how the reading of the will went. Usually I tell him everything, but I'm not ready to tell anybody about Lucas or what happened between us. Not yet. The phone vibrates again; Ryan is persistent. Picking up the phone, I see the message is from an unknown number. Curiosity has me swiping my screen open in no time.

Unknown Number _: Hey Charlie, it's Lucas._

Unknown Number: _I hope it's okay to text you. I got your number off the paperwork from the attorney's office._

The messages sober me up quick smart. Stunned that he's reaching out, I'm unsure as to whether or not I should write back. I go back and forth typing and deleting. As I finally settle on what I'm going to say another message comes through.

Unknown Number: _Just press send Charlie ;)_

A small smile forms on my lips and butterflies flutter in the bottom of my stomach at his nickname for me. Nobody has called me Charlie in years, and hearing it from his lips today is something I could definitely get used to. His last message makes me less apprehensive about responding, I go with my gut and decide to just be me.

Me: _Hey. *me pressing send:)*_

Unknown Number: _I just wanted to check in after what happened today._

Me: _I'm okay._

Me: _I'm sorry I ran out on you._

Unknown Number: _Look, I've spent the afternoon thinking. Is there any chance you want to have dinner with me?_

Dinner with Lucas doesn't seem like a bad idea. We could discuss the will, discuss what he wants to contest. Maybe come to a mutual agreement. The sooner the better. The phone vibrates in my hand and what I now recognize as Lucas' number flashes on my screen. Taking a deep breath, I try to remain cool and answer the phone.

"Hello."

"Charlie," he says into the phone. His voice deep, yet soothing. "Don't overthink it. Just have dinner with me."

"What makes you so sure you know what I'm thinking?" I challenge.

"Just let me take you to dinner. I didn't really like the way you ran out of here earlier." The mere mention of what went on between us has me squeezing my legs tight to stop the throbbing. I nervously twirl the ends of my hair and listen to him try and convince me to take him up on his offer. His voice drops a little bit lower, making it impossible to deny his request, "Come on, it's just dinner. I really need to see you."

"Okay. We can meet for dinner. Text me the time and place and I'll meet you there."

"I can get a car to pick us both up," he suggests.

"Lucas, we don't need to be sharing a car. We both know how well that went for us last time."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," he says with a chuckle. We say our goodbyes, and I make my way to my room. A beep on my cell informs me of a message.

Unknown Number: _Vitale's at 8 pm_

Me: _See you then_

I quickly add his number to my list of contacts and calculate how long I have till I have to be ready. Do I have time for a nap?

Two and a half hours later and I'm feeling relaxed and rested; ready to meet Lucas for dinner. A forty-five minute nap, and a much-needed soak in a hot bath, has relieved me of the anxiety and tension I felt earlier about agreeing to dinner. I may have agonized on what to wear, but after six outfit changes, I settled on a short plum dress with a high neckline and capped sleeves; satisfied that the dress doesn't draw attention to my breasts. Paired with a loose cardigan in hand and nude ankle boots; It was comfortable and understated.

Pressing the button that opens the car garage, I decide to drive to the restaurant instead of getting dropped off by John. Taking my own car means I won't accidentally drink too much, and potentially make any decisions I will freak out about later. _Oh, and he's too young to drink._ I ignore the little voice in my head and make my way to Vitale's.

As usual the Rockwell name means there is no wait to have my car taken by valet service and I'm ushered quickly into the restaurant, where the hostess is informed another Rockwell has arrived. _He's already here._ Leading me to the back of the restaurant; the lights are dim and the noise of the patrons slips further and further away. Each table sits under a soft yellow glow to enhance the intimacy. Sitting alone in the corner, I spot Lucas at the same time that he notices me. The light shows off his serious expression. His eyes bore into my skin, desire dancing across his face; setting my skin on fire. I break eye contact and put my head down for the rest of the walk to gain some composure. As I reach the table, I notice him standing, and waiting for me with the chair pulled out. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

"You look gorgeous," he states. Standing back, we resume eye contact.

"Thank you."

I take my seat and reach for the glass of water in front of me; trying to hide my smile. The waiter places the menus down in the middle of the table. We both reach for them at the same time. Our fingers graze and I try to ignore the tingling sensation it leaves on my skin. Wrapping his fingers around my hand, "I don't want this to be awkward," he says with a serious tone, "I just want to know more about you, okay?"

Nodding, I take my hand back and pick up the menu. "Well, food is usually a great conversation starter. Have you eaten here before?"

Going through the menu together eases the tension between us. We order, and settle into easy conversation; going back and forth with questions, determined to get to know one another better. In no time at all the waiter appears with our food. Pausing momentarily to indulge in our meals, Lucas breaks the silence and asks the first of what I assume to be a long list of awkward questions.

"So, how old are you?"

I smirk, "You don't muck around do you?" He looks at me expectantly. "I'm twenty-eight," I tell him.

It's funny how in a short time, I can read his facial expressions. He has so much to say, but I know he's not ready to hear the answers. Digging any deeper means we'll have to talk about our respective relationships with Geoffrey, and that will undoubtedly bring up topics we're both not ready to talk about. As we unravel more and more about one another, I know every new piece of information will be stacked against us. For now, ignorance is bliss, and for a little while longer, I think we would both love for it to stay that way.

Much to my surprise, the night continues smoothly, and before we know it, the restaurant is emptying out. Close to midnight, we decide to call it a night. With his hand on the small of my back, We walk out of the restaurant and toward my car. Taking the keys from valet service and holding them hostage, he leans on my car.

"Before I let you go, you have to promise me something," he states.

Enjoying the banter, I respond with a hint of sass, "Well what do you want? My schedule is pretty busy, you know?" Little does he know, the perfect view I have of him right now could coerce me into doing anything he wanted.

He stalks over to me and drops the keys into my hand, "promise me you'll send me a message when you get home." Lifting his hands, he holds my face and looks into my eyes, "I had an amazing time tonight. I can't wait to do it again."

"Again?"

"Yes, Charlie. There's so much I want to do with you; again, and again and again."

He kisses me on the corner of my mouth and starts walking backwards. "Don't forget to message when you get home, pretty lady. Let me know you got there safely."

I watch him until he turns back around, and blends into the cars. Being with Lucas tonight required little to no effort at all. It was easy and comfortable. Mix that with the way I feel when he's touching me and I know there's no point in trying to talk myself out of whatever this is. I'm not ready to give this thing with him up. Not today. Not tomorrow. Who knows maybe not after that either.

## 12

# Lucas

I whistle an unrecognizable tune as I walk to my parked car and it hits me how euphoric being in Charlie's company makes me feel. I'm not someone who wears a smile all the time, or laughs easily. My upbringing has caused me to be more reserved. But when I'm around her I feel so much lighter.

The drive back to my house is filled with images of Charlie. I can't stop thinking about her. Her blue eyes that can flash fire when she's angry, desire when she's turned on or compassion when she knows I'm upset. She's gorgeous and my dick is constantly hard around her, but I'm beginning to see that she means something to me; she's special. The feelings I have for her are only growing stronger. I can only hope it's the same for her. Maybe the age difference will be too much for her to deal with or maybe the fact that she was married to my dad will prove to be an obstacle neither of us can overcome. I have ten days until I return to school and I plan to spend as much time with her as possible.

I maneuver the Range Rover my dad bought for me into the large garage. It was a gift when I first got my license. He said he wanted me to be safe in case I got in an accident. It's one of the few outward gestures he made that showed me he cared.

I key in the alarm code and enter the house. This place has never felt like a home to me. My mother is gone more than she's around and I'm away at school for most of the year. My dorm room is my home, at least it has been for the past four years and will be for eight more weeks. Once I graduate, I'll be coming back here until I go off to Yale.

I head up the stairs to my room, stripping my tie off as I go. My shirt is removed by the time I enter my bedroom and I begin to undo my pants. They fall to the floor in a heap. I step out of them, too preoccupied with thoughts of Charlie, to bother picking them up.

I can't stop thinking about what she tasted like and how her pussy felt against my tongue. I've gone down on a girl before, but with Charlie it was so much better. It's just one more way she's special to me.

I brush my teeth, turn the lights out and climb into my king size bed. Laying back with my arms folded behind my head, I stare up at the white ceiling. I don't know where this thing with Charlie and I is going, but I'm glad she's a part of my life. People always say something good can come from a tragedy and I never believed it before. Now, I know better. If my father hadn't passed away, then I'd have never met Charlie. I'd do just about anything to have my dad back, to have more time to spend with him, to pick his brain and work in our family business together. He was supposed to teach me everything he knew and I was going to make him proud by continuing to make the Rockwell empire grow. I'm glad that she's the one positive thing that came out of his passing.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand. I smile as I pick it up, noticing Charlie's name on it.

Charlie: _I'm home and tucked into my bed already._

I'm glad she listened to me and let me know she's safe.

Me: _I'm in bed too. Too bad we're not in the same bed._

Charlie: _I know. That was poor planning on our part._

Me: _What are you wearing?_

Charlie: _Not a thing. I sleep naked._

Fuck. My cock is instantly hard, picturing her perfect body spread out on my bed. The same way it was when I buried my tongue inside her.

Me: _Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?_

Charlie: _I'm just being honest._

Me: _I'm so hard right now. I wish you were here to help me out._

Charlie: _Who's trying to kill whom?_

Me: _I'm just being honest._

Charlie: _Thinking about your hard cock is making me wet._

I groan as I read it and immediately dial her number.

"Hello," her voice is husky in my ear.

"Charlie," I rasp, "I want you to make yourself come while I listen." I push my boxers down and slowly stroke my hand up and down my cock. She doesn't say anything.

"Charlie," I repeat her name. "Touch your pussy for me."

She lets out a sexy little moan and my hand begins to move up and down faster. Sharp breaths leave me as I picture her. "Are you rubbing your clit? Or are you fucking your tight little pussy with your fingers?"

"My clit," she whispers. I squeeze my eyes shut as I picture her finger slowly circling. I think about how sweet she was on my tongue, how swollen her clit was as I sucked it between my lips. I groan loudly as my come releases in spurts along my stomach. Fuck.

She moans into the phone and I picture her legs shaking as she releases.

"The next time you come will be with me, Charlie," I warn her.

I sleep in the next morning until the sun peeks through a crack in my curtains and beams directly on my face. I pull one of the extra pillows over and bury my head underneath. I want to lie here and think about my new favorite person. _Charlie._ There isn't anything I don't like about her. As far as I can tell, she's perfect.

How will we handle what's happening between us with me going back to school for the next couple of months? Once the summer is over, I'm going off to Yale University. I'll still be nearby so we can see each other all the time, but I wonder how we'll manage to make this work between us. It won't be easy, but no matter what, I know that she's worth it - we're worth it.

## 13

# Charlotte

My cell has been glued to my hand for hours. From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, Lucas and I have been texting. When he asked me to send him a message last night, I knew exactly where the conversation would end up. Throwing my reservations out the window, I let the success of the evening fuel me. The phone up near my ear on loud speaker, his heavy breathing echoing throughout my bedroom; being near him all night had me wet and ready. Going home separately did nothing to ease the sexual tension. If anything, it highlighted the fact that I want him, his body and his dick in my bed as often as possible.

"Earth to Charlotte. Do I have to confiscate your phone from you?" Ryan tries to sound offended, but his smirk says otherwise.

"I'm sorry. I'll put it down. Actually, I'll switch it off," I tell him. Fighting the ridiculous obsession I have with talking to Lucas, I turn my phone off and bury it in my clutch. It's been less than twenty-four hours since dinner, and we have covered so many topics. With every text, I realize this is more than just physical. The most surprising thing, is that he makes me forget everything else. With Lucas, there's no Geoffrey, no cheating, no Rockwell Empire. Just Charlie and Lucas.

Lunch goes fast, as usual. I give Ryan the tiniest amount of details regarding Lucas and I. After his initial shock that Geoffrey had a son I didn't know about, I couldn't tell him that he was the guy that had me smiling like a teenager. Or that he was one himself.

A mixture of avoiding judgement and just wanting to stay in this bubble we've created, I decide that I'll tell Ryan later. For now, he can continue to be happy that right now I'm happy. Making plans for when we will see one another next, Ryan watches me pull my cell out of the bottom of my clutch, and turn it on. I smile at my screen in anticipation.

"Honestly, your excitement right now has me throwing up in my mouth just a little," he jokes.

"What?" I respond innocently, "I'm waiting on an important message."

He chuckles, "Is that what you're doing? I thought you were just sexting."

"Ryan," I shout as I playfully slap his shoulder. I wait to see if any messages come through. The consecutive beeps show three new messages from Lucas. I bite my bottom lip in excitement. I hear Ryan chuckling beside me.

"Get that important message, baby girl?"

I can't stop the smile from spreading on my face, "Stop making fun of me, okay?"

We both stand up and hug each other. "You know I'm only joking. I love seeing you like this. It's different." Ryan's serious declaration reminds me it has been a while since I haven't felt trapped by all the secrets surrounding my life. Saying our final goodbyes, I walk to my car and quickly type out a message to Lucas, apologizing for not getting back to him sooner.

Me: _Sorry, was out for lunch with a friend._

Lucas: _Are you free now?_

Me: _Yes, I'll be home in fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?_

Lucas: _I'm coming over._

Pulling up to the house I notice Lucas' car is parked in the driveway and he's sitting on the front steps waiting. Parking the car, I step outside and make my way to Lucas. With his head held down, Lucas runs his hands through is hair. As my shoe lands on the first step, he looks up and lets his eyes roam over me from head to toe. I keep walking up the stairs, eager to get inside. His eyes focus on my legs as they lift for each step. When I make it to the same step he sits on, I watch him watching me, and wait for his gaze to reach mine.

Finally, he looks at me, his eyes telling me everything I need to know.

"You want to come inside?" I ask him.

Without a word, he rises, taking my hand and following me to the door. I lose my focus with him behind me and can't get the key into the lock. Lucas takes the keys off me and manages to open the door in no time. He hands them back to me and walks me inside. Both hands on my waist, he uses his foot to kick the door closed. The click of the lock bounces off the walls of the large entryway. We're alone and back in our bubble.

Lucas pulls me back toward him, I instantly feel how hard he is. He kisses me just behind my ear, "We need a bed Charlie."

I step out of his hold. With Lucas close behind me, we start walking toward my bedroom. For a split-second I worry that he must think his father slept in here with me. Hopefully, the setup of my room shows him that nobody sleeps in there but me.

The minute we make it to through the door he grabs my hips and spins me around. In sync, I link my arms around his neck as he squeezes my ass and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist and my lips desperately seek his. Walking toward the bed, our tongues caress; each lick a direct line to my core. I need to feel his body on mine before I start to shamelessly grind on him.

Landing on my back on the bed, he stands up straight and takes off all his clothes. His hands make their way to his cock, and he wastes no time stroking his impressive length. The way his eyes focus on me, his stare sets my skin on fire. "Lift your skirt up, baby. Let me see what's underneath." I hold onto the bottom of my skirt and lift it till it's sitting in the middle of my torso. The wet spot on my black thong, giving away how much he turns me on.

"Look how wet you are," he says with amazement. The up and down movement of his hand speeding up gradually. "Take off your panties."

I do as he says, in anticipation for what comes next. He stands in front of me and I notice precum starting to leak from the tip.

"Touch yourself," he demands.

My hands can't make their way down to my pussy fast enough; I'm desperate for relief. Touching my clit, I spread my wetness around in circles. The look on Lucas' face is intoxicating, spurring me on to push him over the edge. I lift my finger to my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the tip, tasting myself.

"Fuck, Charlie," he says with a rasp. "Your cunt. Your tongue. You're a fucking wet dream."

## 14

# Lucas

Goddamn, I haven't even got my cock inside her yet and I'm already on fucking edge. I fall to my knees on the floor, grip her ankles and tug her ass to the edge of the bed. I need to get my mouth on her again. She can't possibly taste as delicious as I remember.

Charlie rests her legs over my shoulders and my hands cup her ass cheeks, lifting her to my mouth. The first long lick of her slit has me moaning. I dip my tongue inside and savor her sweet flavor. The taste is even better than I remember.

I'm barely holding on; my dick is harder than it's ever been. Being with her like this makes me lose control and mine is fading fast. I resolve to hang on until I can bury myself balls deep in her.

My lips skate along her slit, drawing her engorged clit between them. I suck it into my mouth and circle my tongue.

"Oh Lucas," she moans, making me suck and lick harder. Her hips rock against my mouth in time with my tongue and it's only a few more seconds before I bury it inside her and watch as tremors rock through her as she releases. I take in the way she trembles, the graceful arch of her neck and her full breasts as I lick the come from her pussy.

I wipe my face on the sheets and stand up. She moves back on the bed, tearing her shirt off as I climb between her legs.

"I'm on birth control," she says breathlessly, unhooking her bra, "and I'm safe."

When she parts the lace and I see her tits for the first time, I groan. "Good, because I can't wait any longer to be inside you." I slide my length back and forth between her lips, teasing her. "I've never done this before. Your pussy is the first one my cock will be inside." She smiles. "Do you like knowing your cunt is the first one I'll come inside of?"

"Yes," she moans. I lean forward, kissing her sweet mouth, while my hips rock the head of my dick against her clit. I slide back to press against her entrance and kiss under her ear. "Are you ready for me, Charlie?" I don't give her a chance to answer; I can't wait any longer. I thrust all the way inside her tight, wet, heat. Oh fuck. I never expected it to feel like this. Her pussy is squeezing my dick and it's the most amazing sensation I've ever experienced. Being with her like this is going to ruin me. She's already ruined me for other women. How can you do better than perfection?

"Yes," Charlie moans, her voice husky with passion. I draw back and push forward again, both of us groan from the perfect way we fit together. My hips pick up speed as the need to come kicks in. I slam into her over and over, taking what I need from her.

"Yes, harder," she moans. _Fuck._ I grip her shoulders and pull her down on my cock as I relentlessly pound her pussy. It's only a few more strokes until I bury my face in her neck and come with her name on my lips. We stay locked together, both of us realizing we're forever changed from what just happened.

I reach down to where we're still connected and cup her pussy. "This is mine, Charlie. Don't fucking forget it."

A soft body stirring in front of me has me waking. My lids slowly raise and I have to blink a few times before I realize where I am. I'm at Charlie's and she's wrapped in my arms, still fast asleep. I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her clean scent. Being with her feels so right. She fits in my arms so perfectly. I wish I could stay here with her forever, but I know that's impossible. I have to go back to school in another week and if that's not enough of an obstacle to overcome, there's also the matter of her being my stepmother. _Fuck._ I want this to work out between us more than anything, but we have so much stacked against us. The odds are certainly not in our favor.

I slip out of bed, grab my jeans and slip them up over my hips. I fasten them as I walk to the kitchen. The hardwood floors are cool against my bare feet, but the tile of the kitchen feels icy cold in comparison. I pull open the door to her fridge and poke around, looking for something I can heat up for us. I find the ingredients to make grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon and tomato. It's not exactly a gourmet dinner, but it's better than nothing.

I'm standing at the stove preparing them when Charlie comes up behind me and slides her arms around me. "I thought you had left," she tells me, before burying her face in the middle of my back. I take her hand and pull her around to stand beside me. I glance down at her. "I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Why would you think that?"

She looks down, studying her red toenails. "I thought maybe you got what you wanted and didn't need to be here any longer." _What?_

I reach forward, removing the pan from the stove and shut off the burner. Turning to face her I cup her cheeks in my hands. "Charlie, I'm crazy about you. Now that I've had you, I don't have plans to let you go." I rub my thumbs over her cheeks in soft caresses. "We have a lot to overcome, but I believe in us. We can find a way to make this all work."

She smiles up at me, her arms around my waist. "I want that too. I'm not ready to let you go either."

We eat our sandwiches at the long marble island, sitting on the comfortably padded seats of the barstools. I know it's time for us to talk about some things we haven't had a chance to.

Sipping my water, I enjoy the cool liquid, quenching my thirst, before I begin. "I have to return to school in another week. I'll be there for the better part of two months and then I graduate."

She glances down at her plate. "Where's your school located?"

"In Delaware. It's a three-hour drive from here with no traffic." When her eyes raise back up there's a sheen of tears in them. I place my hand on her leg and squeeze. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out." She nods her head and takes a bite of her sandwich.

I lean down catching her gaze. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can until I have to go back to school."

She nods her head and smiles. "Why don't we go to your house and pack a bag? I want you to stay with me until you have to head back."

"I thought you'd never ask."

## 15

# Charlotte

Sitting on Lucas' bed, with pillows propped up behind my back, I watch as he packs the things he'll need to spend the week at my place. My mind goes through our night together, and I decide that this is the perfect time to ask how the hell he's managed to stay a virgin up until now. When he spoke those words yesterday, I was coming down from the high of his mouth on my pussy; I was desperate for his cock inside me. Now with a clear mind, it's something that I don't know if I should feel flattered about or feel guilty for taking.

"Lucas."

"Yeah," he responds distractedly.

"Can I ask you about the whole virgin thing?" He lifts his head up and stops shoving clothes into his bag.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, I don't know if it's something you're embarrassed about or there's a particular reason why you held off?" _This feels so awkward._ "I just wanted to say I hope it was good for you."

He chuckles, and the side of his mouth lifts, showing off my favorite smirk.

"Come here," he says playfully. Slowly, I crawl toward him. When I reach the end of the bed, I kneel in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck. He cups my ass and kisses me intensely. _Is he trying to distract me from the conversation?_

I pull back. "Lucas, tell me," I demand.

"Surprisingly," he says, as he pushes me into his erection. "I was too preoccupied with learning the family business to notice girls." His hands move up from my ass and slowly reach the bottom of my camisole.

"By the time I started fooling around, all the girls I met wanted a commitment and I didn't." He lifts the material up all the way, my arms rising so he can take it off me. Throwing the piece of clothing on the side of the bed, he quickly brings his focus onto my breasts. His hands find the back of my bra, and he unclips it. As the straps loosely drape over my shoulders, I slip my arms out of each one, letting the bra fall to the floor.

Capturing a nipple with his mouth, his tongue circles the sensitive tip before he bites it lightly. Licking and kissing his way back up to my neck, he grabs my hand and directs it to his cock. "So, I found other ways to get my dick wet."

I palm him through his pants, and salivate at the thought of his cock near me. Unzipping his jeans, I pull them down, so his front and back are exposed. With every intention to put him in my mouth and give him the best fucking blow job he's ever had; It seems he has other plans.

"Lie back on the bed Charlie," he demands. He steps out of his pants and climbs on the bed on all fours, stalking toward me.

"Do you know how much I love your tits Charlie? Do you?" He's kneeling over me, while he strokes himself. "Let me fuck your tits, baby."

There's no need for words. I squeeze my breasts together, showing Lucas I want this. He grabs his cock and lets the tip encircle each nipple before he pushes himself between my cleavage. His eyes burn with lust. The skin on skin contact is euphoric, heightening my arousal with every thrust.

"Shit, baby I'm going to come." He moves faster, and I lick the tip of his cock every chance I get, enjoying the salty taste of his precum.

"Fuck, your mouth drives me crazy. Where do you want me to come? All over your tits or in your mouth?"

I want to taste him; feel his come slide down my throat. "In my mouth," I say decisively.

He pushes his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly.

Once. Twice. Three times.

"Fuck," he groans loudly.

I moan as soon as I feel his come trickle down. It's all too much, my clit throbbing in anticipation. I reach down to touch my clit and Lucas grabs my wrist.

"I got you, baby."

He slides down the bed, till he's face to face with my pussy. "I fucking love the way you smell, it's almost as good as you taste."

I'm wet. Dripping.

"Charlie, you're driving me crazy." He drives two fingers into me, hooking them just as the flat of his tongue swipes at my clit. I pull his hair, certain that it is painful for him; the sensation is too much.

Three more licks, and I convulse around his fingers. His tongue lapping up the remnants of my orgasm. Before I know it his mouth is on mine, our tongues ferociously battling it out.

"I need to be inside you," he says in between kisses. With ease, he glides into me and even though I know we won't last long, I can feel the change between us. The desperation. The need to climb into one another and feel the things that can't be explained; to feel connected in more ways than one.

Sated, we lay in one another's arms, enjoying the way it feels to just be.

"Have you ever played truth?" he asks me.

"What's that? Like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"You're so smart." He taps my nose and smiles. "That's exactly how you play. You go first."

There's so much I want to know about Lucas and only having a week with him, means I feel rushed and conflicted; I can't decide whether to start with light questions, or dive into the heavy. Combine that with the insatiable urge to fuck and my priorities are all over the place.

I go for the light question first and hope that we feel comfortable enough to broach what will be the ultimate test of our relationship.

"Okay, is sex all you expected it to be?"

Placing his finger under my chin, he tips my face up to look at him in the eye. "With you, everything is better than I expect it to be."

I bury my face in his chest, embarrassed by the fact that a teenager has me swooning. Quickly changing the topic for my benefit Lucas asks me a few trivial questions, hearing him sound so animated about my favorite TV show and favorite food, has me in awe at how quick he can read me in such a short time.

Back and forth with a few more questions, I decide to take the plunge and ask some more serious questions.

"Lucas," I pause. "Where's your mom? What's she like?"

His body tenses, and I slowly rub circles in the middle of his chest. I almost wish I didn't ask the question.

"Just tell me. We're going to have to talk about your mom and Geoffrey sooner rather than later."

He exhales loudly, and lays his hand on top of mine; resting on his chest.

"Fine," he says sounding defeated. "I'll tell you all the highlights."

## 16

# Lucas

Staring up at the white plastered ceiling I wonder where to begin. _How do I explain my mother and the way she is - the way she's always been?_

"She's an amazing mother," I pause, "when she has no boyfriend around to distract her. When she's in a relationship, which is most of the time, then she tends to forget about the rest of the world, including me." I push my hair back off my face and glance at Charlie. I don't want to see pity on her face. I'm not feeling fucking sorry for myself. I love my mom and I accepted who she is a long time ago. I've been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember and it's made me the independent person I am.

My eyes sweep over her stunning face, taking in her expression of interest, not pity. I breathe a sigh of relief. I would hate for her to feel sorry for me. I'm a man and I can handle what life throws at me. "She travels a lot with whomever her current guy is. She prefers them younger than her and most of the time they're unemployed." I chuckle and shake my head. It's too absurd to make heads or tails of, and I gave up long ago trying to figure out why my mother chooses the men she does.

"Did you spend a lot of time alone when you were growing up?" Charlie asks, her fingers lightly trailing over my chest.

"We had Maria, who was our live-in maid/cook and she's like another mother to me. My dad hired her when I was born and she still works for my mother. She lives in the guesthouse with her husband, Jack. He takes care of the grounds and anything that needs to be repaired. They never had kids. He took me under his wing and taught me how to build things. Last summer we made a picnic table and benches for their back patio." I smile as I think about what a great sense of accomplishment it gave me to build something with my own two hands.

The words of wisdom Jack offered that day have stayed with me. "There's nothing better than building something with your own two hands. Taking raw materials like wood or steel and creating something new with them is better than any therapy you'll ever find on a shrink's couch." He clapped me on the back. "Manual labor is good for the brain and for the soul."

"Do you enjoy living at school?" Charlie asks cuddling up to my side. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. I'll never get tired of being with her like this.

"I do. I have some great friends at my school and some of them I've known my whole life. Their parents were friends with my father. My best friend Murph has been my roommate for the past four years." My fingertips trail up and down the smooth skin of her arm. "He lives right down the street from me and we hang out when we're home on break or for the summer vacations. He's also going to Yale in the fall."

"I didn't know you were going to Yale. That's impressive."

I gaze down at her and smile. "I'll be the third generation of Rockwell's to go there. It wasn't like I had a choice. Dad made it known pretty much from day one that it was expected of me. I also got accepted to Harvard, but I only applied just to mess with my dad." I chuckle and think about how I prank called him and told him that I was going to Harvard instead of Yale.

"You can't go to Harvard," he scoffed. He sounded so outraged I would even consider attending there.

"When I'm at Yale I'll be close by. If you're not done using me for my big dick we can continue to see each other."

She picks her head up and drapes her torso over my chest, looking down at me. "You don't really think that you're just sex to me, do you?" A frown line appears between her eyebrows.

I run my index finger over the wrinkle and smooth it out. "No, I don't think that at all. I can see in your beautiful blue eyes that I mean more to you." I cup her face in my hands and lock gazes with her. "I know this was unexpected and you're not ready to label what we are. I'm good with that for now."

We went to see the new Star Wars movie and I reminded her what it was like to make out like teenagers in the back of the theatre. Now we're in the back of the limo and John is taking us for a ride. I asked him to keep driving until I let him know otherwise. I've been thinking about fucking Charlotte in the back of this car since the first time I set eyes on her.

I connect my lips with hers and pull her onto my lap. My hands slide up her back and into her hair, tangling in her silky tresses as our tongues dance. She grinds down on my hard cock and I thrust my hips up to meet hers. My hands trail down her back and over the generous curves of her ass where I find the bottom of her short skirt. My fingers tease her thighs at the edge of the material before they flip it up to rest on her lower back. I grip both her ass cheeks in my hands and growl into her mouth when I find she's wearing a thong.

Our lips remain together as she reaches down and undoes the button on my jeans. She tugs down the zipper, pushing the material apart. She breathlessly pulls her lips from mine and smiles when she pulls my cock out. "Commando."

"I wanted to be prepared." I smirk.

"So, this is why you wanted John to drive us tonight?" She rubs my length against her seam, her thong the only barrier between us. "You're pretty sure of yourself. What if I didn't want to play along?"

My hand slides down her ass, hooking her thong to the side while the fingers of my other hand trail through her wetness to rub her clit. "Then I would have persuaded you with my tongue or my dick." I place kisses along the graceful curve where her shoulder and neck meet and then move up to kiss below her ear. I bite on the bottom of her earlobe and then growl. "Ride my cock, Charlie."

She raises up and guides me inside her before slowly sinking down on my length. My teeth clench, as I fight off the orgasm that's right there, ready to shower the inside of her pussy. "Go slow." I hold her hip with one hand, and grip her hair with the other one.

Her hands snake under my shirt. The press of her warm palms against my stomach and chest is soft until she rakes her nails all the way down to where we're connected.

"Fuck." The sting of her nails has me even more on edge. "You're so fucking perfect," I groan. "Ride me baby. Show me how much you love my cock."

She grips my shoulders, shoves her tits in my face, and rolls her hips back and forth. I suck on the delicate skin of her neck, digging my fingers into her hips. Her movements are slow and languid like we have all the time in the world and it's driving me crazy.

I pull her down on my cock as my hips piston upward. Her hands go to my cheeks and she peers in my eyes. "Don't move. I want to make you come," she whispers, her hands falling to my shoulders.

I hold still as her hips rock against me, her pussy squeezing me. She slowly rides me, grinding her clit against me. I groan; my head falls back against the leather seat in surrender. She can do whatever she wants with me. I'm fucking hers.

Her hips rise and fall, then rock and circle. Being inside her pussy is indescribable. The agonizing pleasure she's making me feel is beyond words. I hold on to my control as long as I can and when my orgasm finally hits a guttural groan expels from my lips. My fingers dig into the delicate skin of her hips as I release inside her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down to my chest. We remain there, still connected in the most intimate way as our breathing settles down. I can't get enough of her - of what she makes me feel. Whatever this emotion is that makes my chest full enough to burst, I never want it to end.

## 17

# Charlotte

The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand, stirs me out of my sleep. The sun peeking through the curtain subtly warms up the room. Lucas' arm is wrapped around my torso, his hand perfectly cupping my breast in his sleep; I love being here, like this. Falling asleep and waking up in a tangle of sheets, limbs and skin, is something a girl could get used to. These last three days with Lucas have been absolute bliss. There's no way I could predict the outcome of our attraction. Seeing Lucas for the first time, my mind was clouded by lust and desire, now I know there's so much more beneath the skin. Beneath the impenetrable Rockwell mask. We have been living out a fantasy. No interruptions, no judgement, no past, no future - just us, here and now. Our bubble will burst soon enough, I can feel it. The secrets I have are endless and damaging. Lucas will undoubtedly have questions, and it doesn't help that Stan, the attorney has been blowing up both our phones asking when we will be coming in to discuss the will. He has no idea we've been together every time he's called. The Rockwell fortune is the least of my worries though. Lucas can have it, after hearing about his mom, and realizing Geoffrey wasn't around much either; he deserves it. I know the money doesn't right any wrongs, but maybe it will soften the blow when he finds out the truth.

The vibration starts again, and Lucas murmurs into my neck, "Make it stop. I'm not ready to wake up." I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, my naked back facing Lucas. Reaching for my phone, I answer and put it on loudspeaker without looking at the name. Lucas' fingers run up and down my spine.

"Hello," I say into the phone.

"Baby girl, where have you been?" Ryan's voice is loud. The movement on my back stops. _Shit._

I quickly turn the phone off loudspeaker and place the phone to my ear. Standing up I face Lucas and hope my naked body distracts him from wanting an explanation. His eyes are cold and angry; I know this appears to be worse than it is. I may have access to more money than I'll ever need, but right here, right now, looking at Lucas with Ryan on the phone, I have more to lose than I ever thought possible.

I cut Ryan off mid rant, "Ryan, I've got to go. I'll call you later."

Lucas jumps out of bed, searching around the room for his pants.

"Lucas."

His back is facing me as he steps into his pants, I can see the tension in his shoulders. "Lucas, babe." Striding across the room, I wrap my arms around his torso and he stills.

"Baby girl, huh? Who's Ryan?" The tone of his voice is bitter. Removing my arms from around his waist, I walk around to stand in front of him. There's no way I'm having this conversation, without being face to face.

"Lucas, just stop and talk about it with me." Both hands on his cheeks, I can see the hurt flicker in his eyes. It pains me to know I've put that there. "It's not what you think, I promise."

"You mean, you're not a gold digging whore, who married my father for his money?" He spits out. "Probably sleeping with me to make sure you get what you want from the will, right?" Lucas' words sting, like a slap in the face. I was prepared for all the backlash when I married Geoffrey, but coming out of Lucas' mouth is a stab right in the heart.

Squeezing his face a little tighter, I whisper, "You should go,"

Naked, and suffocating in uncertainty, anger, and hurt, I watch him walk out of the room, and hear the front door slam as he leaves the house.

Hours have passed, and I'm unsure if Lucas is coming back. I've tried to call him, and his cell goes straight to voicemail. I spent the day working out how to figure this all out. I don't have any other options but to be honest. About my relationship with Ryan, about the money, and more importantly about the affair. In perfect timing, Mr. Lenton called an hour after our fight, and I scheduled a meeting for tomorrow morning. I explained to Stan that he needed to give everything to Lucas, including all the old contracts stipulating my agreement with Geoffrey. It would be painful, but this is the only way I'll feel free and happy, even if that means losing Lucas.

Needing comfort and a shoulder to lean on, I called Ryan back and explained it all. Through tears, and a refreshing moment of clarity, I admitted to Ryan that I'm in love with Lucas. I started from the beginning and told him the 'new' guy was Lucas, and that he was perfect for me. There was no judgement or any arguments from Ryan, I shouldn't have been surprised; time and time again he's shown me his love was unconditional. Offering to come over and keep me company while I wait, I decline and make plans to meet later; hopefully with Lucas.

I keep trying Lucas' cell and get nothing. Calling John, I ask him to meet me out the front and take me to Lucas' place. For fifteen whole minutes, my knees bounce like they have a nervous twitch. My palms are clammy and I pray to whatever God is out there that he's at home. If this relationship is going to end, it's going to end on my terms. Not like this.

The door is unlocked. I twist the handle and walk in without knocking. The house is dark and still. Quietly, I slip my shoes off one at a time, making sure not to wake Lucas if he's asleep. Peeking in every room, I finally make my way to the bedroom. The door is slightly ajar and a low light peeks through into the hallway. Leaning on the door handle, I see Lucas sitting at the top of his bed, with a beer bottle in hand. The glare from the TV, the only light in the room. He turns his head finally noticing me in the doorway. Interrupting the silence, I push the door open further and listen to it creak. "Hey," I say in a hushed tone. He tips his head up in my direction, acknowledging my presence. Being this close to him and not being able to touch him is killing me. We've been together every second of every day this last week, and I don't know how I'm going to manage him being away at school, or not being with him at all. Slowly walking toward him, I watch his eyes follow me. The darkness hides his usual easy to read expression, I have no idea what I'm walking into.

"Lucas. We need to talk," I say firmly, but softly. He turns his head back to the TV. _Fuck this._

I climb onto the bed and make my way to him. Propping myself up on my knees, one on each side of his thighs, I make sure my breasts are in his direct line of sight and I take off my shirt. I can hear his breathing quicken. _At least we're finally getting somewhere._

Unclipping my bra, I pull each strap down my arms and throw it to the side of the bed. I reach for Lucas' free hand and place it on my breast, holding his hand there, as he slowly squeezes.

"Lucas, Talk to me."

## 18

# Lucas

"I don't know what you expect me to say, Charlotte." She winces at my use of her full name, but I'm too pissed off to feel bad about it. I pull my hand from the perfection of her tits. I don't need any distractions. "You've shared nothing about your life with me." I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. "What am I supposed to think when a guy calls you baby girl?" I tip my beer bottle back and down the final gulp. I'll take all the help I can get for this conversation. I'm sure this isn't going to be what I want to hear. "Get dressed, Charlie," I order, guiding her off my lap. Moving to the edge of the bed, I glance over my shoulder at her. "I'll be in the living room if you want to talk to me."

My hand closes around the cold bottle as I pull it from the state of the art stainless steel fridge my mother recently purchased. I pop the cap with the opener on the granite countertop and take a sip while I silently walk on bare feet toward the living room.

When I was a kid I used to pretend I was a ninja and try to make as little noise as possible. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the simplicity of those days. Anything was possible and life hadn't kicked me in the teeth yet.

I sink down on the black leather couch and stare out the large windows toward the darkness of the stormy gray sky in the distance. The sky reflects my mood tonight and general state of being. I tip my head back and enjoy the taste of the ice-cold beer on my tongue. If I was a color, I'd be gray. It's nondescript and borderline depressing on its own. It's only when you have other colors around it that it takes on some life. Kind of like me and Charlie. I'm stoic and cold on my own, but around her, I feel alive; like the luckiest guy in the world. Fuck, I hope I don't have to go back to being alone. It would be so much worse now after experiencing what my days are like with her by my side.

Charlie sits down on the couch next to me, her back braced against the arm. Her eyes burn into the side of my face as I continue to stare out the window into the large back yard.

"Lucas, are we going to talk or should I leave?"

My eyes briefly flick to her, before returning to the view outside. "I don't know. I guess that depends on whether you feel like telling me what the fuck is going on." She flinches at my tone of voice. I run my hand down my face and try to regain control of my temper. It usually takes a lot to get me this worked up. Charlie has managed to get under my skin.

"Ryan and I have been best friends for years now and we've also enjoyed a friends with benefits relationship." She pulls her bare feet up on the couch and wraps her arms around her legs. "There's never been anything more than friendship and sex with us and there never will be. Neither one of us have ever wanted more."

_Was she fucking this dude the whole time she was married to my dad?_

"Ryan and I didn't sleep together when I first married your father. I was loyal to him." She answers my silently asked question then rests her head down on top of her knees hiding her face from me.

I can tell by her actions she has something important to tell me and she's worried. When I hook my hand behind her leg and wrap it around her ankle she lifts her head and stares into my eyes.

"I need to tell you something I know will be difficult for you to believe." Her blue eyes are large in her oval face as she nervously chews on her lower lip.

"Tell me Charlie. It's okay," I persuade. She drops her head down for a moment and her long blonde hair falls forward shielding her face. "Look at me Charlie," I coax.

She shakes her head slightly. "I'm afraid to. I can't bear to see hate in your eyes when you look at me."

"Now you're being ridiculous; I could never hate you." Her head raises, her eyes sparkling with a sheen of tears.

"Two and a half years ago, I walked in on your father fucking his best friend, Tom."

_What?_

"I came home early from a girl's weekend away and they were going at it on our bed." She looks at me, before continuing. "When I confronted your father about it he said they'd been in love for years, but neither one of them wanted to deal with the fallout of it becoming public knowledge. Instead, they'd clandestinely meet up whenever they could in out of the way restaurants and tiny hotels off the beaten path."

My fingers tighten on the forgotten bottle of beer. _How can this possibly be true? My dad wasn't gay. Hell, before he met Charlotte he was always chasing pussy._

"Geoffrey and I had a huge fight. I was upset he married me to provide a front for their relationship; that I wasn't the person he really wanted to be with." She wipes a tear from her cheek. _Is she really upset or is she that good of an actress?_

My head is in a fucked-up place. I'm starting to question everything I've ever known and it's a horrible feeling.

"He told me he wouldn't stop seeing Tom and I told him I wanted a divorce. He refused, said I was being well compensated for being his wife and we barely spoke from that day on. We never shared a bed again and were only together when we absolutely had to be."

I shake my head. I just can't believe my dad and Tom were in love. _No fucking way._ My mind spins as I think about all the times I've been around the two of them together. _Were there signs I somehow missed?_ Tom is the father of my best friend Murph; wouldn't one of us have noticed the signs of more between them?

"When your father wouldn't divorce me, he told me I could have a lover if I was discreet. Ryan and I picked up where we left off and we've been sleeping together ever since. But now that you and I are involved obviously, that's over."

_But is it? Are they over?_ Maybe she's in love with him and this is all some sick game they play to get their kicks. I shove my fingers through my hair and push it out of my eyes. Why do I feel like I'm seeing her clearly for the first time and what I'm seeing isn't good? My eyes shift to study her. She's nervously picking her red nail polish off. _Is being with me just a game to her?_ Did she and Ryan plan this out the moment my father died?

I tip the bottle of beer back and suck down the rest, before slamming it down on the coffee table. My anger increases with every second that passes. I clench my fingers into fists and squeeze my eyes shut; it doesn't help. Nothing can make me forget what I just heard about my father.

"Lucas," Charlotte's hand on my arm has my head swinging in her direction, "Are you okay?" Her expression of concern pisses me off more. I turn and slam my lips down on hers. My tongue is rough as I explore her mouth, my fingers wind into her hair, tipping her head back. We stay connected while I deftly undo her jeans, tugging them downward. She raises up, helping me and moans into my mouth when my fingers trail through her wet slit to circle her clit. I'm going to bury myself in her tight heat and forget about everything else. She shrieks when I flip her over to her stomach and pull her ass up in front of me. Goddamn, seeing her like this is a fucking dream come true and I'm going to fuck her until all this anger she caused goes away. I stand, shoving my sweats and boxers to the floor as fast as I can and lower to one knee behind her. I press the tip of my cock against her entrance and experience a moment of doubt. _Should I be doing this with her?_ She's the enemy right now. I brace myself with the foot still on the floor and thrust inside her dripping cunt, knowing this is the last time I'll ever be with her.

"Fuck," I groan as I slide back and push inside again. My teeth clench, my hips pick up the pace as I slam her pussy repeatedly. I take what I want from her and slip my fingers over her hip, to her clit. I'm going to make her come one last time so she never forgets what I can do to her. I rub my fingers back and forth over her clit never slowing the pace of my thrusts until she cries out her release. My hips jerk as I come with a shout. I lower my head to her back and place a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades, knowing that's as close to a goodbye kiss as we're going to get.

I should have realized what was going on. I'm an intelligent guy, but I sure as hell wasn't using the right head to think. I let myself be drawn in by some porn star lips and a body that won't quit but, _what's the payoff for her being with me?_

I rise to my feet and turn to face her, still perched on all fours. "My father wasn't in love with Tom. I spent time with both of them and there was never any sign of anything more than friendship. Why would you make something like this up?" I shout the question at her. I'm angry and hurt that she would do this to me and ashamed I fell for her caring act. I should have known she wouldn't really be interested in someone my age. "I want you to get dressed and leave, Charlotte. I want you to go and never come back," I grit out the words through clenched teeth. My heart rapidly pounds from the profusion of emotions racing through me. I pick her jeans up off the floor and throw them to the couch in front of her.

She scrambles to sit, her eyes wide, mouth open, still acting innocent in all this. She's such a good little actress. I've got to give her props for her commitment to seeing this thing through, even though there isn't a prayer that I'm going to forgive and forget.

I tug my sweatpants on. "Charlotte, I told you to leave. _Go._ " She jumps up from the couch and steps toward me. "Don't come any closer." I command.

"But, Lucas..."

"I'm done Charlotte. You know where the door is."

She hastily pulls her pants on.

"I've never lied to you, Lucas," she whispers before turning and walking away. I stand in place, my hands on my hips and my head falling forward. I made it almost nineteen years without falling in love. _Why did she have to be the one?_

## 19

# Charlotte

It's been three long weeks since everything fell apart. I knew there would be some hesitation when it came to believing what I had to say about Geoffrey. Hell, I even had trouble believing it when I saw it with my own eyes, but I never thought Lucas would think I was lying. As the story tumbled out of my mouth, I watched his eyes change from confusion, to disbelief, and then they settled on downright furious. The last time Lucas touched me will always be tainted with Geoffrey's secrets and betrayal. Lucas was rough and unhinged. Blinded by passionate rage, his anger rose with every thrust, and I submitted. Shouldering the responsibility of both our broken hearts, I took the pleasure wrapped in pain. With every brutal stroke, I took his love, I took his hate, and I took his hurt. By the time, he placed a soft kiss in the middle of my back I knew anger had won this round. There was no calming the storm. His walls were up and everything we shared was shattered. I couldn't regret our time together and I didn't feel bad for finally telling him the truth. He had to know. There was no way I could keep that secret any longer. Lucas needed an explanation as to why Geoffrey left me everything, and I was sick of lying. Deception had been part of my life for so long, I wanted to be rid of it. I deserved better and so did Lucas.

Spending a week with Lucas opened my eyes to so many things; now I can finally see the bigger picture. I heard the way he spoke about his parents. The loneliness that laced his voice was painfully obvious and there was no way I was going to be part of anything that made him feel worthless or unloved; even at the expense of our relationship. Whatever Geoffrey's reasons were for not telling me about Lucas are now buried with him, but like everything else his father did, I'm almost certain it was motivated by selfishness and money. The irony is that Lucas now thinks that's how I am and how I've always been. I prepared myself for backlash once people found out he and I were together. The name calling after I married Geoffrey would be a mild version of what was in store for Lucas and me. What I didn't expect, was for his thoughts to echo every potential insult. The accusation that I'm motivated by the dollar is something I'm unfortunately used to. Being made to feel worthless and insignificant by Lucas, is something I never dreamed I would endure. _Do I regret him? Never._

Every kiss, touch, tear and smile has been worth it. He may hate me now, but maybe one day he can look back on our time together and know it was real and we were happy. Two lonely souls, finding comfort and love in the unlikeliest of places, he's everything I didn't know I wanted. Every day proving to be a rollercoaster of emotions. I hate him. I love him. I miss him.

The day after our fight, I went to Mr. Lenton's office and signed everything over to Lucas. I wrote him two letters. The first detailing every dollar I had and no longer wanted. I made sure Stan verified every piece of information by showing him the iron clad agreement between Geoffrey and I. The one drawn up after I found out about the affair. Seeing his father's signature on the dotted line would be painful, but it was the only way I could guarantee he knew where I stood in all of this. The second letter was a typical love letter. Wearing my heart on my sleeve, I admitted the marriage to his father was one of the many mistakes in my life, but it brought me to him. Lucas Rockwell was never a lapse of judgement, loving him was the most honest thing I'd ever done. My heart had broken so many times before. I now knew what the difference was between everyone that came before, and him. Lucas changed me. Unexpectedly he erased the insecurities of my past, showed me what it was like to be loved unconditionally and live in the moment. Being with him was the happiest I've ever been. While the way we ended was unfortunate, and yet somehow unavoidable, a part of me is hoping for him to make contact after reading the letter. I've accepted each day of silence is a reminder he and I are really over. Unintentionally, we both hurt each other, and even if we ever got back together the same issues remain. I can't change what happened with Geoffrey, any more than he can change what he said to me, when he was fueled by anger. Knowing that Lucas had to return to school, I doubted any sort of reunion, anytime soon. Combined with the temptation of girls his age, and that he was no longer a virgin; there was a very good chance he had forgotten all about me and was sinking himself into a different pussy every night. I was older and I was complicated, two things that don't necessarily make a relationship sound appealing. Purposefully, I left my details with Mr. Lenton and told him to pass them onto Lucas, whenever he spoke to him next. Every day, I checked my phone for a message or call from him. Every day there was nothing.

We finally unloaded the last of the boxes into my new apartment. It had taken three days, but Ryan and I managed to make this place feel like home. Going through everything at the Rockwell mansion, was a sad realization that it never really felt like my home. Alone most of the time, the only thing that felt like mine was my bedroom. Donating most of my clothes and packing only a few boxes worth of stuff, the move felt cathartic. From this moment, onward I was starting fresh. I was no longer expecting a message from Lucas, telling me he missed me.

Ryan and I were sitting on the couch waiting for our dinner to be delivered. Chinese food and a movie marathon were the perfect way to celebrate the move and coincidentally my twenty-ninth birthday. It's been a month since everything fell apart with Lucas. Each day starts off a little easier and ends a little lonelier, but living in my own apartment with no association to the Rockwell's and their secrets means I can finally breathe again. After signing off everything over to Lucas, I got a call from Stan letting me know that he had been informed of my decisions and wanted to leave me enough money to find somewhere to live. I politely declined. Luckily enough, Ryan and Georgia's mother have decided to give a relationship a try and move in together to be one family. In perfect timing, Ryan is letting me stay at his old place till I decide what to do next.

The knock on the door couldn't come fast enough. We're starving. Opening the door and handing the delivery guy some cash, he hands me an envelope with my food and tells me it was sitting on the floor in front of the door. Clumsily carrying everything to the dining table, I'm curious to open the letter.

"Ryan," I shout into the room. "Dinner is here."

I sit down, forgetting how hungry I am and opened the mysterious letter.

"What's got you all excited?" I hear Ryan ask from behind me.

"This letter," I raise the envelope so he can see it. "The delivery guy said he found it in front of my door. It looks pretty important, I just want to see who it's from."

Slowly peeling off the envelope seal, Ryan snatches it out of my hand, "Fuck, you're so slow. Is this your version of excitement, because ants move faster than you."

"I didn't want to ruin it, it looked pretty."

Ryan rolls his eyes at me and rips the envelope open. Pulling out the embossed card, his eyes scan the square piece of cardboard. I notice his eyes widen as he takes in every line.

"Well?" I ask impatiently.

Without saying a word, he looks up at me and hands me the card. I snatch it out of his grasp and see what has him so shocked. I read every line.

"Is this for real?" I ask.

"Looks real to me. Are you going?"

"To his graduation?" I read the invitation one more time. "In public? His mom might be there. What about his friends?"

"I think the part at the bottom where he wrote 'There's no one else I need here but you,' answers all the silly concerns that are racing through your brain right now."

Holding the invitation to my chest, I'm momentarily stunned by the fact he's finally contacted me. And to invite me to his graduation. The gesture is significant. This isn't a fleeting moment of weakness. Being around his friends and possibly his family, that's making a statement. An irreversible one. There's three weeks till he graduates. Three weeks for me and my heart to decide if we want to give this a go, one more time.

## 20

# Lucas

She should have received my invitation weeks ago. _I wonder why she hasn't replied? Will I see her at my graduation today?_ The optimistic part of me assumed she'd be so excited to hear from me she'd pick up the phone and call me right away. _I should have known better._ I know I hurt her and she'll most likely never forgive me. She's probably already moved on to the next guy - or maybe she's with Ryan. He's been hanging around all these years. Maybe he was just waiting for his chance. Women like Charlie don't stay single for long. She's one of a kind, and I'm probably the only guy dumb enough to let her go. I'm sure whoever the lucky dude she's with now, won't make the same rookie mistakes I did.

I fasten my blue tie into the perfect Windsor knot just like my father taught me and smooth the collar of my white dress shirt down. Pulling on the navy blue sportcoat we're required to wear I take one final glance at myself and brush my fingers through my overgrown hair. This is as good as it's going to get.

Matthews Hall is air conditioned and I'm still sweating my balls off. I tug down the knot on my tie and glance around for any sign of Charlie's blonde hair, but I can't see much past the sea of other graduates surrounding me.

I swipe my arm over my forehead and block out the monotonous droning voice announcing each name. Mine will be announced last; I'm the class valedictorian. I wish my dad could be here to see. I busted my ass for four years to get this result and no one will be here to support me. My mom's in France with Pierre, her latest boyfriend. She didn't mention my graduation when I spoke with her four days ago. She only informed me she was about to hop on a plane and wasn't sure when she'd be back. _Same story, different day. _

I'm used to being alone. _I was used to being alone_ , until Charlie. Now, I don't think I'll ever get accustomed to being without her. I'd like to think this dull ache in the middle of my chest will go away at some point, but maybe it's there to serve as a permanent reminder of how I single handedly ruined what we had.

The sound of cheers and an elbow to my side pull me out of my moments of reflection.

"Dude, you're up," Murph tells me with another elbow to my side. I slowly rise to my feet, not the slightest bit excited for the speech I'm supposed to give.

While I make my way to the stage it occurs to me the words I've prepared aren't what I want to say at all. Spending way too much time writing some cookie cutter speech wasn't really in my plan, but that's what I ended up with.

As I step to the podium and place the white sheet of paper down, the noise of the crowd's applause is deafening. My eyes peruse the audience for familiar smiling faces. I see Murph throw his arm up, his index finger signaling number one in honor of my valedictorian status. I smile and lift my chin, acknowledging him. I find Jack and Maria about ten rows back and I smile. I can always count on them.

My gaze roams around the rest of the crowd until it hones in on long blonde hair shining like a beacon. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. _She came._ My nose pinches as I sharply inhale. Fuck. I can't get emotional in front of all these people, even though it would be so easy to break down right now. I never let myself cry when my father died, but knowing that Charlie cared enough to come here today, to overlook what a grade A asshole I was to her, is enough to bring me to my goddamn knees.

I rake my hands through my hair and fight to get a grip on my emotions. I need to get through this and then I can talk to her. Crumpling up the paper my speech was printed on, I know what I must do.

Staring out over the heads of all in attendance I seek out the person who matters most to me. _Charlie._ Our eyes lock. "I'm honored to be the valedictorian of St. Andrews graduating class. During my eight years here, lifelong friendships have been formed and I've learned to be independent - possibly too independent." I grip the podium with both my hands. "I began to think I didn't need anyone, that I would always be fine on my own. It wasn't until my father passed away two months ago, that I met someone who showed me how incredible it can feel to lean on someone else. To know they'll always be there for you, to shoulder all your burdens with you, no matter how difficult the circumstances may be." Charlie sweeps her hair across her forehead, her gaze never leaving mine.

"I've learned a lot of life lessons in my time here, but the most important thing I've learned is that life is short and there are no guarantees. Tomorrow may not come; today could be all there is. Don't leave words unsaid because you're too proud or too stupid to admit you're wrong." My eyes plead with her, _please forgive me, Charlie._ "Take chances and believe in what your heart is telling you, even when your brain says the opposite." Every word I'm saying is for her and she needs to know that.

"Charlie, I'm sorry for how I treated you." Her eyes go wide when I say her name. "I was a complete ass and I know I don't deserve you, but I hope you can forgive me. Every day of the past two months I've been miserable without you. If you give me another chance, I'll prove how much I love you." She covers her mouth with her hand and nods her head. I don't say another word. I step back from the podium, the soles of my wing tips pound down the stairs. Following the center aisle to the back of Matthews Hall, my eyes never waver from Charlie. It's all I can do to keep myself from sprinting down the aisle to her. _Almost there._ I repeat to myself with each step I take and once I'm standing in front of her I freeze. Her beautiful blue eyes are brimming with tears, her cheeks wet and she's never looked more perfect. I grip her arms and pull her to me. She crashes into my chest; her soft breasts press into me. Lowering my forehead to hers, I take a deep breath. "Charlie, I love you. I love you and that's it. That's all that matters. There's nothing else without you."

She grips my hair in her hands and pulls my head down toward her mouth. "I love you," she whispers before connecting our lips.

## 21

# Charlotte

Sitting across from one another, Lucas and I are at the same table, in the back of Vitale's; reminiscent of where it all started. We decided this would be the perfect place to celebrate his graduation and our future together.

After we managed to untangle our mouths from one another, we left his graduation hand in hand and made our way to the limousine. The intimate space, was filled with nothing but two erratically beating hearts, telling each other how much they missed one another. As soon as the limo started to drive away, I couldn't help myself. I didn't care how unladylike I looked, I hooked my leg over him and straddled his lap. My dress rose, and my bare ass perched itself perfectly on Lucas' knees. His hands reached to gently cup my exposed cheeks, while I held his face in between my hands and brought my lips to his. The kisses were slow and unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. The all too familiar spark between us was subconsciously being tamed. While there was nothing more I wanted than to get lost in Lucas and wrap myself around his body. We needed to talk. I wanted to know every detail of the last two months. Watching him on stage, receiving his valedictorian award and hearing him explain our time together, had my heart exploding out of my chest. I realized I didn't just miss Lucas; without him a big chunk of me was missing. The endless number of tears I cried were worth it. Every time I told myself that I meant nothing to him or he was better off without me, was a lie.

In a hall filled with people, eyes bouncing between us, as he told the room about his love for me I only saw Lucas. I felt him in my bones and knew without a shadow of a doubt there was no way I would be happy without him.

From that moment forward, we were in this together. We would get through the mess of our pasts and come out stronger; this will be the last time we would ever be apart.

My palm sits flat in the middle of the table, while Lucas' fingertips leisurely make patterns on the back of my hand. We haven't been able to keep our hands off each other, every touch a reminder this isn't a dream. We sit in silence waiting for the waiter to finish taking our order, both of us anxious for the conversation ahead. We've been discussing trivial things until now, but waiting any longer is delaying the inevitable. The waiter walks off and I take a sip of my wine, hoping it will calm my nerves. Placing my hands in the middle of the table, I leave them open as an invitation for Lucas. Our hands clasped together tightly, puts me at ease. I'm not worried of the outcome, I believe in us. It just pains me to talk about anything that I know will upset Lucas.

"Don't look so scared," he says to me with a smile.

"I'm not scared."

"I know I was horrible the last time we were together." He lets go of my hand and runs his fingers through his hair, distress evident on his face, "I can't even explain what was going through my mind at the time-"

"Lucas," I cut him off. "That night I dropped a bomb on you. I know you're sorry for what you did. You've been apologizing every chance you've had since we laid eyes on one another. I'm more worried about how you were after."

Taking a deep breath, Lucas starts picking at the label on the wine bottle in between us. "Well, I stayed in my house and got drunk for three days straight. I don't remember most of it, but it wasn't until Murph came barreling through the door asking me where the fuck I'd been, that I knew I couldn't keep going this way."

The waiter interrupts us dropping off our food quietly, the seriousness of the conversation evident to him. Once the waiter leaves, I squeeze his hand for him continue.

"Stan called me incessantly, until I went down to his office and he showed me everything you tried to explain to me. It was like a punch in the gut all over again. Then I read your letter, and shit... I knew I fucked up."

He tips his water glass back and I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he takes a huge gulp. "I kicked you out of my house, like you meant nothing to me. I went over it a million times in my head and felt like a bigger piece of shit every time. Charlie, baby, you mean everything to me."

I stand up and walk around the table. Lucas swivels his body to the side, so his legs are no longer hidden by the table and spreads them apart for me to stand in between. His hands hold my hips as he looks into my eyes.

"I couldn't work out what it was that made me more upset. The fact that he was gay and kept it hidden, or the fact that he married and hurt you."

Sounding so defeated in his explanation, I grab his face so his only focus is my eyes.

"Babe, you are not responsible for anything that happened between me and Geoffrey, and I'm not responsible for the secrets he kept from you. He fucked up. All I want is to be rid of his baggage and to take back control of my own life." I state. "I mean, I understand if you want more information on him and Tom, and I'll support everything you do. But your father and I, I want to close that chapter once and for all."

My hands slide down to rest on his shoulders. He pulls my body toward him, "I don't want to be like him. I don't want to live in a gray cold world and use people to get what I want. Repeating his mistakes would only make me lonely and miserable." The back of his hand caresses my cheek, "Charlie, everything is so much better with you. I don't want to fuck that up and go back to that shit excuse of a life I was living."

I grab his face, holding it tightly between my palms, "Lucas, I'm only going to say this once. You are not him. You've never been him, and you never will be." I place a gentle kiss on his lips, because I need him to feel the truth in my words. "I fell in love with _you_ , because of who you are on the inside." Hoping to change the mood, I playfully lick his bottom lip, "And definitely because of what you've got going on, on the outside.

He chuckles and whispers in my ear, "Let's hurry up and eat. I haven't been with you in months, and I have to sink myself into your tight pussy. Soon."

We both dig into our meals, eating fast. The desire racing throughout my body, consuming and desperate. I push away my plate and drink the last bit of my wine. The waiter returns and asks if we would like to see the dessert menu. I watch Lucas struggle to remain chivalrous. Torn between rushing the dining experience or going home. It's obvious his thoughts are on the same wavelength as mine. I stand up and take charge. "We're good for dessert, thanks," I say to the waiter. "His favorite dessert is waiting for him at home."

"Put it on the Rockwell tab, thank you." I hear him tell the waiter. I strut toward the door, making sure Lucas can see the sway of my ass from behind me. Waiting for John to come around with the car, I feel Lucas come up behind me. His hard length pushes into my ass, I bite my bottom lip to stop the moan before it can leave my mouth.

The limo pulls up and pleasantries have been forgotten. Lucas opens the door before John even steps out of the car. Ushering me in, and staying close behind, he presses the button for the privacy screen and launches himself onto me. I might be turned on, but the smile on my face is huge. I've never been this happy.

Lucas' facial expression turns serious, his face mere inches from mine. "I haven't been with anyone since you."

A few moments of silence pass before I realize he's waiting for an answer from me. I push him back into the seat, straddling his lap. In silence, I unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper on his pants down. His breathing speeds up. Hands in his pants, I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him up and down a few times. He's rock hard. Gracefully, I kneel above him, and hope he's paying enough attention to play along. I deftly pull my thong to the side. I'm soaked and Lucas' eyes light up, noticing our favorite bright yellow thong. His eyes look like they've just found the prize. With one hand on his shoulder to hold my balance, I lower my body and whisper into his ear, "This pussy is only yours."

He thrusts his hips upwards, as he growls against my ear, "Mine."

# Epilogue

_T wo years later_

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The material of her scarf is soft in my hand as I secure it around her wrist, before looping it around the bedpost. I repeat the same steps on the other side, leaning down to place a row of kisses up the back of her delicate neck. Fastening the final scarf around her head, I block her vision. Glancing down at the perfection of her naked body, I run my hand over my face and hope I can resist all the temptation she presents. This night is about Charlie, not me.

Today is the two-year anniversary of my high school graduation. That day we were gifted a second chance and we've made the most of it. Spending as much time together as we could while I completed the first two years at Yale was challenging. But, now that we just moved in together, it should simplify our schedules. No more sleeping over her house or Charlie coming to my on-campus apartment. We can finally be together day and night.

Raising her up to her knees, my chest sinks to the mattress behind her. I smile knowing how much she's going to enjoy what I'm about to do to her. My hands cup her ass, a full cheek for each and my tongue dips inside her pussy for a taste of her sweet juices.

She moans and I smirk against her pussy. _I'm just getting started._ I slide my tongue through her slit and flick her clit with the tip. She bucks her hips down toward my mouth, looking for more contact. Two of my fingers slip inside her pussy while my tongue continues to tease her clit. She rocks against my hand; my tongue moves faster and faster until she comes moaning my name.

"That's right baby, I own this pussy." I rise to my knees and slap her curvy ass. It's just too much temptation for me to resist. I dip my fingers inside her cunt, coating them with her wetness, before sliding back to her tight little hole. I spread the moisture around, circling her entrance and then begin to slowly push my middle finger inside. She whimpers and pushes her ass back toward me. I line my cock up with her pussy and enter her in one long, hard thrust. She gasps at the feeling of having me in both holes at the same time. I add a second finger to her ass and synchronize their movements to match my hips as I start off at a slow tempo. Bracing myself on my free hand my hips pick up speed and it feels incredible. My fingers leave her ass and grip the headboard. Using it for leverage, the wood repeatedly bangs against the wall and creaks from the forceful pressure each time my hips slam into her. Watching my cock slide in and out of her has my teeth gritting. She looks so fucking sexy on her knees in front of me. I can't believe she's all mine.

One arm wraps around her; I lay kisses in a row up the middle of her spine, my strokes long and slow. Moving to her neck I suck her earlobe between my lips, then bite on it. She moans and arches her neck. I slide my lips down to the curve of her shoulder sucking on the lone freckle decorating her fair skin. My palm follows the curve of her hip forward, sliding all the way down to rub her clit.

"Yes," she moans. Her voice husky with passion sounds sexy to my ears.

"You're mine," I growl, my fingers picking up the pace.

"I'm yours," she groans out. Her legs begin to shake as she falls into her orgasm. Her pussy walls clench my cock and I can't hold off any more. My hips slam one final time as I come inside her.

Her legs give out and she falls to the bed. I follow her down, whispering in her ear the words I can never say enough. _"I love you Charlie."_

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# Brock

_W hat the hell?_

Sinking into the kitchen chair, I stare at the piece of paper in my hand. Charles Martin, my best and oldest friend is dead. He passed away last week after a long illness and I just got the news now. Why didn't he tell me he was sick? _Goddammit._ I remember seeing something on the news about him, but never noticed the details. And with the success Charles had achieved it wasn't unusual to see him on television. Last I knew, he was dating some supermodel.

A hundred images of us raising hell together from the earliest ages all the way through college assails me. He always had a permanent smile on his face and some prank up his sleeve. _How can someone so full of life be gone?_

Charles was the ringleader of our duo. He led, I followed and usually it ended with both of us being grounded by our parents.

In college, I found my own footing and began to have my own ideas about what kind of trouble we could get into. Usually, it involved a cheerleader or two and too much alcohol or weed. I'm sure our college apartment reeked of, and was covered in a permanent haze from all the weed we smoked. We threw some killer parties and we charged an admission fee big enough to support our love for all things herbal. It didn't hurt that we went to the University of New Hampshire; a well-known party school. I smile. _Those were the days._

It's difficult to believe I'll never see him again. My smile fades and I run my hand down my face. I haven't seen Charles in ten years. We lost touch for the most part, only exchanging a brief phone call or sporadic email. Life got in the way and work became a priority for both of us.

He remained in New Hampshire after college and the technology based company he started from the ground up, took off. He was focused on making his first million, then a second and third until he became a billionaire at age thirty-four.

I moved to Florida after I graduated from UNH and immediately entered the police academy for a local police department. Now, I've been on the force for thirteen years and through hard work and dedication I've been promoted to detective.

Remorse sinks in. I should've made time for our friendship. _ Fuck._

Glancing down at the letter still clutched in my hand, I flatten it out on the kitchen table and take in the contents once more. Unfortunately, the words are the same as when I read through it the first time.

Brock Marshall, you are now the sole guardian of Ivy Colt, Charles Martin's only child. She's currently at a boarding school finishing up the year and will be arriving at your house the first week of June. Please schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience to come in the office and sign all the necessary documentation.

I didn't even know Charles had a daughter. _Why the hell did he make me her guardian?_ I don't know anything about kids and I don't want to learn now at the age of thirty-five.

Bracing my elbows on the table, my head falls into my hands. _What am I going to do?_

Two days later I find myself at Hoffman and Sons, the attorneys who are handling this whole guardianship business. Sitting in the chair across from Attorney Hoffman I nervously click the pen and bounce my knee. _Why do I feel like I'm about to sign my life away?_ Probably because I am. I'm about to become responsible for another person and their well being. If I wanted that I would've had kids of my own.

"What happens to Ivy if I don't agree to take her in?" The pen clicks some more while I study Attorney Hoffman as he types on his computer.

Glancing up from the screen, his expression is flat. "There's no one else to take her in. He had no other surviving relatives. Charles stipulated in his will that she can't inherit any money unless she comes to live with you. For whatever reason, he wanted you to get to know her. If you refuse, the trust fund will go to charity and she'll lose all claim to the money."

_Fuck._ I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger. If I don't sign the papers she may not be starving on the streets, but she'll lose the chance to gain her rightful inheritance. I can't deal with that hanging over my conscience. I exhale a big sigh and add my signature on the dotted line, signing my life away as I know it.

Today is the big day. I've spent the past month getting Ivy's room ready. My buddy Chris, a contractor, sent over a painting crew. I had him choose a shade of pink that any little girl would be happy with. I bought curtains and a comforter for her bed with the help of a sexy sales girl. She was more than happy to assist me and I left the store with not only what I went for, but her phone number too. Not that I'll be using it any time soon. I have a feeling this guardianship thing is going to be a lot more work than I originally anticipated.

I've been learning all I can about what little girls need and it's like an alien world to me. I don't know the first thing about braiding hair or periods.

_How am I going to do this?_

I have moments of panic about it every single day, but it's going to happen whether I'm ready or not. All I can do is my best.

My stomach is unsettled. She's set to arrive at any moment now.

Attorney Hoffman coordinated everything for us. Her plane was scheduled to arrive over an hour ago, and he arranged for her to ride in a limo from the airport to my house. He thought it would be better for her to meet me here, privately than at the airport surrounded by strangers. She is the only child of Charles Martin and although she's been well hidden until now, sooner or later the details of his estate will leak out and everyone will be clamoring for a glimpse of her.

The barking of my next door neighbor's dog alerts me to the car's arrival. My palms are sweaty with nerves.

_What if she hates me?_

I wipe my hands on my pants before opening the front door, stepping outside into the humidity living in Florida can provide in June. Not even the brief afternoon shower we had earlier helped. As I move forward toward the white limousine my heart pounds with each step I take.

The driver opens the door blocking my view of Ivy as she gets out. I stop walking and wait for him to step aside so I can get a peek at my new ward. I wonder if she'll have blonde hair like Charles. I smile, imaging her with sandy blonde hair and a big pink bow holding her ponytail in place.

The smile falls from my lips as I catch sight of Ivy. Little Ivy isn't little at all. She's a full grown adult, definitely not underage for the x rated activities her body's inspiring my mind to think of. _Fuck._

My eyes slowly sweep over her from head to toe. My dick goes semi hard at the sight of her nipples poking out against the thin fabric of her white tank top. I don't think she's wearing a bra. I swallow; my mouth is suddenly dry. Her jean skirt is so short it barely covers her pussy. _Is she wearing panties under there?_ Fuck. _I hope she's wearing panties._ My dick grows at the thought. I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and try to hide the obvious bulge.

She sways toward me placing one foot in front of the other. Her eyes greedily move up and down my six foot two frame. Her tongue curls to slowly lick along her upper lip and her sultry eyes tell me she likes what she sees. Oh fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. _She's Charles's daughter._

She tosses her long dark brown hair over her shoulder, stopping in front of me with her tits thrust forward. She's even sexier up close. Her full lips are painted a bright shiny pink that calls attention to them. Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown. She pouts her lips and locks eyes with me.

"Are you my new daddy?"

# Ivy

Fuck, I wish I could capture the look on his face right now. Half way between shock and amusement, his honey brown eyes are trying so hard to stay focused on my face. Little does he know I already caught him staring for two seconds too long at my tits and the shitty excuse of material I call a skirt.

He stands with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and nonchalant, but the veins travelling up his forearms give away the tension coiled throughout his body. It's obvious he's determined to appear unaffected by my presence. An eighteen year old with a foul mouth and a knack for making people feel uncomfortable is clearly not what he signed up for. Truth is, I don't want to be here anymore than he wants me here. I'm here because I have no choice.

Growing up with my mom was messy. Switching up boyfriends with every season, her unsuccessful quest for true love turned me off the idea of relationships forever. While she spent years on end letting herself be manipulated by every man she let into her bed; I learned a few lessons of my own, and realized she was everything I didn't want to be.

Guys always think with their dick first. It's their biggest flaw and it's my greatest advantage. And standing here with 'Mr. Authority' is no different. Knowing he will try to live out his dead friend's requests and provide a home for me, I plan on pushing all the right buttons and getting the fuck out of here.

Stepping even closer, I lick my lips while I stare at his. His breathing comes to a halt as I invade his personal space. Instinctively my body reacts to his presence. Shivers racing up and down my spine, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. I finally meet his gaze and the flicker of desire in his eyes lets me know he feels it too. His eyes roam down my face, past my lips and settle on my tits. My breathing quickens and my nipples harden underneath his glare. I have to keep reminding myself that no matter how attractive he is, this is a game. I need him to be putty in my hands. Get him right where I want him and then run.

"Well, are you?" I whisper.

The sound of my voice and my breath fanning his face snaps him out of his hypnotic trance. He steps back, putting a significant distance between us. Rubbing his hands down his face, he growls through his frustration. "Am I what?"

I arch my back, and stick my breasts out. Nipples on full display, I'm ready to work my best assets. "Don't you want me to call you Daddy?" I pout.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he turns around; giving me his back.

"Can you just stop talking for a minute and follow me inside?" He snaps.

I bite back the natural urge to have the last say and quietly follow him and all his charm into the house. Wearing a navy blue tee and well worn jeans; on the surface he looks almost exactly how I pictured. But with the majority of his arms exposed, his fists clenching with each step, and swirls of ink decorating his skin, I know there's nothing predictable about this man. Every move he makes accentuates his muscles deliciously. His body is the epitome of strength and virility. Teasing me, luring me in. Imagining all the ways he can throw me over his shoulders and show off the sculpted alpha male look that he wears so well. _Shit, Mr. Temperamental is hot._

I struggle to work out what he and my father had in common, or why he would even agree to taking me in, but I also know I can't get caught up in the details. Details slow you down. They mean you're attached, that you care, and I don't.

Walking through the doorway is like stepping into an alternate universe. I expected a live-in bar; a living room full of beer bottles, a seventy-five-inch flat screen TV mounted on the wall and a stench of alcohol and tobacco to be imbedded in the carpet. But this is a home. Spacious and luxurious, the house is full of modern furniture and sleek appliances. The living room opens into the kitchen where a glass window stretches against the length of the house; showcasing the only reason I'm excited to be living here. A pool. Before my mind has time to catch up, my body is already walking toward the picture perfect sight in front of me. I'm dreaming of how nice it could be to sit in the sun; reading and swimming whenever I want to. I'm a city girl; I bleed bright lights, loud noises and crowded places. I live for the hustle and bustle. But here I can see how easy it is to fall in love with the laid-back lifestyle.

The noise of someone clearing their throat behind me snaps me out of my daze, and the reality of where I am and why I'm here hits me straight in the gut. Preparing myself to turn around I take a deep breath and put my game face on. _Stick to the plan, Ivy._

The look on my face must show my confusion, as I notice him holding my bags in his hands.

"I got them from the car while you were..." he nods his head to the window, letting me know he watched me be enamored by the view.

The mood in the room has shifted. It's a lot more calmer and I don't like it.

"Thanks Daddy," I say with a smirk. Just like I wanted, the tension in his body returns at the mention of his new nickname.

"Your room is upstairs. First door on the left. I'm going to put your bags up there and we can talk when you're settled in." he states.

A brain snap has me walking ahead of him and leading the way up the stairs. I hear him mutter something under his breath, and I know we're back on track. This skirt hides nothing, so with every sway of my ass, I'm one step closer to getting him right where I need him to be.

Pushing the door open, my eyes are blinded by pink walls. Abruptly, I stop in the doorway and a lump of man walks straight into me. I feel his erection against the top of my ass, and I push back into him.

"While I'm all up for a little bit of wood action, we need to discuss the My Little Pony party that's going on in this room." I turn to him, because his facial expressions have quickly become a new addiction. "Or did you and all your Floridian friends have a pink Disney princess party and forget to clean up?"

He drops my bags, the thud making the floor vibrate. Walking me backwards he pushes me into the room until my back hits a wall. Hands grip my chin and our eyes bore into one another, anger and lust dancing around like flames in his eyes.

"My name's Brock," he says through clenched teeth. "You can call me Brock. And only Brock"

Releasing my chin, he walks backward and holds my stare.

"Oh, and Princess, this party is all for you."

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