His lips tighten. “Yes,” he grits out. “I’m too fucking old for you and you’re my step-daughter.”
My hair flies in my face when I shake my head. I brush it back with a jerky hand. “Don’t give me those fake excuses, Spencer. They aren’t going to work. I don’t give a fuck about your age. I’ve never been attracted to boys my age. Older men interest me more. And being your step-daughter is just a label given to me because you married my mother well after I was born. You’re divorced now, and I’m eighteen. That label doesn’t bear weight anymore, so you can forget using it as one of your reasons why we can’t be together.”
The muscle in his jaw jumps and so does the pulse in his neck as he continues to glare at me. I glare right back.
After several tense seconds, some of the anger melts from his expression. “It still wouldn’t be right, Aleah.”
Pain lances my heart and tries to steal my breath. I force out a lungful of air, then inhale shakily. Dropping my arms to my side, I stare at him. “Fine.” It’s wrong, but I let my immature side show and take a chance when I throw out my ultimatum. “I’m sure I can find someone else to be my daddy. I might even go next door to see Shawn and ask him to finish where he left off yesterday.”
I turn away from him before I catch his expression. He doesn’t know it, but I have no plans to go see Shawn or offer myself to anyone else. Spencer is the only man I want. And I know he wants me too. He just has to see he wants me more than his stupid fears.
One minute I’m walking through the doorway of the kitchen, and the next I'm pinned against the wall with a hard body pressing into my back. My hair is shoved over my shoulder and warm breath fans over my neck.
“You get anywhere near Shawn,” he growls in my ear, “and no amount of surgeries will fix what I do to him. That goes for any man who comes near you.”
My breath whooshes out between my lips. With my front pressed against the wall, my face is forced to the side. Out the corner of my eye, I see Spencer’s incensed stare boring into me.
“Do you fucking understand me, Aleah?”
I scowl at him as best as I can with my face pressed to the wall. “So, you don’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that what you’re saying?”
I’m spun around and my back hits the wall. Strong fingers wrap around my neck. They aren’t tight, but they’re firm enough that I feel them.
“No,” he grits between tight lips. “You’re getting exactly what you were aiming for with your taunts. I’ll give you me, but I expect the same in return. Every single fucking inch of you. To keep Shawn breathing without a tube shoved down his throat, it would be wise to stay the fuck away from him.”
All I can do is nod because, quite frankly, I’m struck speechless. Is he really giving in and going to let us be together?
My answer comes a moment later when he lets my neck go and grabs my ass. My legs go around his waist when he hoists me up. I bury my face in his neck to hide my giddy smile as he carries me upstairs.
“From now on, unless you’re going to school or out somewhere else or if we’re expecting company, I want you in my shirts just like this,” he says as he enters his room and kicks the door closed. “And make sure you keep forgetting the panties.”
I laugh. “But I thought you wanted me to stop wearing your clothes because it was inappropriate.”
“Fuck what I said.”
He sets me to my feet and his hands run up my back, taking his shirt with him. I’m left standing in front of him completely naked when he tosses the shirt aside. His head drops, and I moan when his lips circle one of my nipples and he sucks hard.
“Spencer,” I pant his name and fist his hair.
He lets my nipple go. “Daddy.”
I’m already wet, but more juices leak from me, coating my thighs, with his demand. I rub them together, trying to alleviate the painful ache gripping me.
“Daddy,” I say quietly.
His eyes flare.
Setting his hands on my shoulders, he applies pressure. “Daddy needs you down on your knees, baby. It’s time I show you just how I like my cock sucked.”
I drop to my knees, ready and willing to take him in my mouth. Sucking him has been one of my recurring dreams, so my mouth waters now that I get to finally fulfill one of my fantasies.
I look up at him as he rips his shirt over his head. His head falls forward and his eyes meet mine.
“Take out my cock, Aleah.”
Reaching forward, I undo his jeans, making sure I’m careful with the zipper. His cock springs free, and there’s already a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Before he can give me instructions, I lean forward and stick out my tongue, running the tip over his head and licking away the drop. It tastes salty, but so damn good.
A hiss of air rushes past Spencer’s lips and one of his hands palms the back of my head, his fingers curling in the strands.