Page 20 of Stranded
AIDEN
My ass. Oh my god, my ass.
I buried my face in the pillow and wished I hadn’t moved. I was the experienced one with butt sex. Why hadn’t I used the little sense I had not to push Jackson’s buttons last night? Somewhere between bouts of passionate sex that wrung climax after climax out of me, I should have known that this morning my body would hate me. The last time we’d had sex, he’d fucked me with his cock, but before that he’d retrieved a bottle of beer from the fridge. After guzzling it down, in my haze of lust, I’d asked him for the bottle.
We’d both had fun as he fucked me with the beer bottle. He’d insisted on using oil to soften my ass. A good fucking thing, given I’d have to stay in bed all damn day. Thank fuck we didn’t have anywhere else to be.
All things considered, I wouldn’t have changed a thing about last night. The aches and pain in my body were a necessary consequence of the high I’d felt. No one ever made me feel that good in bed. Not any of my numerous partners.
“What’re you grinning at?” The bed dipped, and I cracked my eyes open. Jackson was sitting next to me. He palmed my asscheeks and spread them. “Tsk. Tsk. Look how swollen you are. Yet you can still smile like that?”
“Hmm. I’m a happy boy. Want to kiss it better, Daddy?”
“If I do, I’m going to be tempted to fuck you again. You really need a break. Last night was rough on you.”
“Hmm.” I stretched my legs, baring myself for his eyes, and wriggled my ass. “I like it rough.” Tilting my head back, I winked at him. “But I especially loved when you treated me like a sissy. Tell you what? When we get back home and I can wear my bra and panties again, we can role-play that even better.”
Jackson’s face paled. Shit. I smacked my mouth. Why had I brought up going back home? How could this continue when he had a wife waiting for him to return?
My mother.
“She cheated on you!” I blurted out.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t want to lose him and what we’d discovered on this trip. The petty bitch that lived inside of me wasn’t sorry, though. The malicious energy inside me wanted to destroy anyone and anything that stood in my way of being with him.
“What?” he asked.
“Mom had an affair when you were deployed.”
He sighed. “I know.”
“Oh.” Now what? I’d thought he would hate her. Then he wouldn’t feel bad about us fucking and wouldn’t want to end it. “See, you have nothing to feel guilty about. She fucks around, and you do the same.”
“It’s not the same, though. I’m sleeping with her son.”
“So what? It’s not like you’re my biological father who’s gonna knock me up, and we have a kid we’ll have to answer to the world for.”
“It’s not just the worry about mixing bloodlines. It’s the moral issues.”
“Phew. You used to kill people for a living. Surely sleeping with your stepson isn’t that bad.”
“Jesus.” But he laughed. “Did you always have a sense of humor?”
“Couldn’t you tell from all the times we argued? Damn, I had some pretty good comebacks.”
He ruffled my hair and leaned in to kiss me. Just an affectionate press of his lips against mine, but my heart fluttered all the same. This tender side of him was unexpected but also warm and nice. I liked it. Hell, I liked my stepfather.
I giggled.
“Why are you giggling?”
“Nothing. I’m just happy.”
“You are?” He looked serious as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“Hmm. Aren’t you?”
“I-I don’t know what I feel.”
