Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 90

3: Aleksei.

My Gina does not like puzzles.

She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to get comfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because her comfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyelashes rather adorable, however, so I’ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough.

Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my plan, but I'm a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to claim Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I'll ever extinguish.

Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn’t stop it from hardening my dick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be fucked until they're soaked straight through with my cum. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public.

If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it’s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court of law. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her virgin blood staining the sheets of our bed.

Georgina sits forward suddenly. “I didn't pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket — ”

"I packed it.”

“My copy of Anne of Green Gables?”

A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. “Done.”

She’s quiet for a beat. “What about my spare pair of reading glasses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find — ”

“They're in the bag with your...lotions.”

“Oh. Thank you, Aleksei.” She goes back to rubbing those thighs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. “So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that...figuratively?”

My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully explain my intentions. “I meant it the way I meant it.”