Only, I’m remembering the time I waltzed into the workout and sauna room just off our indoor pool area without knocking. The enormous bathroom in there had this shower with these pulsating jets I just loved. It was just weeks before Pike left. I was sure Mom and Pike had both left for work, but I found out quickly just how wrong my assumption was.
Enter sixteen year old me into the bathroom, then there I am, standing face to face with my naked stepfather, my eyes stuck on the inches of length that hung down to his upper thigh. When those inches filled and stood tall in a matter of seconds, something inside me changed. I think something inside Pike changed as well, but even when he tried to talk to me about it, I would shut down and make excuses to get away.
What he didn’t know, what he will never know, is how I hate to admit how many times I’ve pulled that memory back out of storage as I lay in bed at night, my own fingers dancing between my legs. Imagining the sound of his voice in my ear, telling me things a stepfather shouldn’t.
Touching me in ways that always made me ashamed.
They also made me cum.
Daddy.
“Willow.” Pike says my name and I turn six shades of crimson as my three friends look from Pike to me, then back realizing I’ve been lost in my own world for who knows how long.
“Everyone,” I swoop my hand out in front of my friends before turning it palm up toward Pike’s chest. “You remember my stepfather Pike Richards. Adam, this is Pike.”
I hear Whitney snort. They know him already and my faux pas makes it clear how flustered I
am.
“Yes, we remember your stepfather.” Murphy juts out a hip and steps in front of Adam to position herself at Pike’s left shoulder.
Adam’s hands come up to the sides of Murphy’s head and jerk her right back into place. Adam is doe eyed and giving up his point position next to Pike brings out his inner bitch.
“Your stepfather?” Adam bites his lower lip as his eyebrows jut upward. He’s the only one of us that hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting Pike before. “Willow failed to mention her stepfather owned this club.”
“Former stepfather actually.” Pike corrects with a soft smile my way then continues. “Willow did not know about this place.” Pike raises his chin and looks at me, while putting his hands down into the jet black pockets of his trousers.
The last thing I notice before my panties soak through and my knees threaten to buckle, is the way Pike subtly shifts his hips and adjusts those inches of length I recall so very clearly.
C H A P T E R F O U R
PIKE
“You shouldn’t be here.” I repeat unable to stay the fury of why she is here.
I fight to hold back the anger in my voice even as I savor the sight of her. Her tank top swoops low enough for me to see the way she’s filled out. Rounded and tempting. My mouth waters thinking of drawing the peak of her nipple onto my tongue. Setting my teeth there tighter and tighter until she gasps and begs me to stop.
I’ve garnered a private suite for her friends in order to get her alone. After settling her three companions, I set about the task of getting Willow to my office because I need her away from here and alone with me like I need my next breath.
“Oh, I shouldn’t be here?” She huffs. “Is that right?”
The way the right side of her face pinches together when she’s trying to be tough only sends more blood driving and pounding into my already full hard on.
The moment she walked in here, the mixture of emotions sent me into a spin. Having the joy of seeing her beauty again, and at the same time battling the roaring, possessive beast inside me, has my head pounding.
I don’t want her here. In my club. I don’t want anyone else looking at her. Wanting her. Thinking of the same things I wish to do to her. Only me. That’s the way it should be.
“No, Willow. You shouldn’t.” The hypocrisy is not lost on me. I get that. It doesn’t make any difference right now.
I think this lifestyle is a beautiful dance when done with respect and reverence, but that doesn’t stop the bubbling jealousy inside me. The thought that she would be with anyone else. That anyone else would even be thinking of her in that way. It is impossible for me to fathom.
“Come with me princess.” She gives me a look of defiance but I know she wants to come. I can see it in her eyes.
“Maybe I don’t want to come with you.” That little brat inside her only makes my heart beat more wildly.
“Maybe you don’t. But you will.” I use the tone in my voice that she needs and it works.
Stepping forward without another word, I swallow and soften my hand into the small of her back. Guiding her through the crowd, each patron steps aside to give us room. I don’t miss the whispers, or the looks. The club goers have never seen me escort a woman through the floor here before and many of them have known me for years.