The Stepfather

Chapter 3

He pushes me down onto my bed then lays on his side next to me, leaning down to kiss me. Placing his hand on my thigh, he continues kissing me. As his tongue slips between my lips, his hand trails up, making it's way between my legs. My lips part and a small sigh escapes my lips at his touch. His hand continues moving up until it's at the top of my jeans. After unbuttoning my jeans, he slips his hand beneath my black lace panties. Our lips meet once again as his finger rubs against my clit. A quiet moan escapes my lips as his finger sinks in me. I open my eyes and see Ryan.

I jerk awake, covered in sweat. This can't be happening. I can't be thinking about my stepfather like that. It's crazy. Standing up, I grab a cigarette from my bag then walk to the door. When I step into the hallway, I glance around to make sure all the lights are out. Thankfully they are so I go out the door and sit on the bottom step, allowing the cool night air to surround me. I shiver from the cold breeze that passes through as I put the cigarette between my lips and light it. As I blow out a puff of smoke, someone sits next to me. I freak out, thinking it's my mom but it's only Ryan. "I didn't know you smoked." He says, looking out at the water.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." I shrug.

I take another drag and blow it to the side, away from him. "Why do you do it?" He asks.

"Because life is fucking confusing and stressful." I sigh.

"Well, smoking is very unattractive." He says.

"Good thing I'm not trying to be attractive." I say, throwing the cigarette into the yard.

"You don't have to try." He says quietly.

I glance at him to see he's gazing at me. "I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play but you should stop." I frown, looking at the moonlight in the water.

It's silent for a few moments before he speaks again. "So what's with you and Owen?"

"We're friends, not that it's any of your business." I say annoyed.

"Friends?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. "Have you slept with him?"

"Why are you asking me this stuff?" I ask.

"I care about you." He shrugs.

"Well, you shouldn't." I snap. "We've only known each other for a week and a half. You're married to my mom."

He groans. "We're not married."

I look at him confused and shocked. "What do you mean you're not married?" I demand.

"It's really hard to explain." He says.

"I don't care. Tell me."

"I can't yet. I wish you understood." He sighs.

"Me too." I growl.

I stand up and begin walking inside but he catches me by my waist. "Get your hands off of me." I say, putting up a fight.

His grip tightens. "Stop."

I give up, turning my head away. "Please look at me." He says quietly.

I bite my lip as I look at him. He reaches up and his thumb brushes across my bottom lip. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

His lips press against mine but this time he stays longer. I desperately kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. When he pulls away, I bury my face in the crook of his neck. He bends over and picks me up bridal style. Carrying me to my room, he lays me down on my bed and pulls the blanket over me. "Get some sleep and we'll talk more tomorrow." He says.

"Okay." I nod.

He leans down and kisses me once more before leaving.

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