“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jude’s dad, Keith, demanded. While I had grown up with him as a father as well, right then, I felt like a little girl who had gotten caught for having her hand in the cookie jar before supper. “Does Jude know about this?” Keith shook his head. “No, he couldn’t know. This isn’t right.”
Jude took that moment to join us in the back yard. “What’s going on?” He looked our way, something flashing behind his eyes. “Dad, we should talk.”
“Talk.” Keith’s head whipped around. “Your wife is fucking your sister.”
“Stepsister,” I mumbled.
Mia fixed her bathing suit top before kissing my cheek. “We’ll make this right.”
Her words didn’t make me feel better. This had been what I worried about. But my lust for my sister-in-law took over. I had always felt like the black sheep of the family ever since my mother died. I wasn’t their blood, but they still welcomed me in when they could have kicked me out when I was never technically related to them. Well now, it was surely going to backfire.
“Dad, let’s go inside and grab a drink.” Jude clapped his dad’s shoulder. “There are some things I should tell you.”
Jude finally convinced his father to go inside with him, but I could still hear him mumble about his daughter-in-law and stepdaughter having sex.
I left the pool and wrapped a towel around myself before slipping my bikini bottoms up my legs under the towel.
“Tiffany.”
I ignored Mia and gathered up my things.
“Hey.” Mia grabbed my hand and turned me toward her. “Talk to me.”
My chin wobbled.
“Oh, baby girl. You have nothing to worry about.” She cupped my nape, leaning her forehead against mine. “We love you. Hell, I’min lovewith you, Tiffany.”
“What?” I gasped, pushing out of her hold. “No. You can’t. That’s not…I just…”
“What’s going on?” Jude took that moment to join us.
“I told her that I’m in love with her,” Mia said, walking up to her husband.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “It’s about fucking time. Now I don’t have to listen to you bitch and moan about whether you should tell her or not.”
“Ass.” Mia laughed, punching him in the stomach lightly.
I stared at them. “How can you be joking around like this when dad is probably losing his shit?”
Both Jude and Mia looked my way.
“We love you,” Jude finally said. “We’re in love with you, Tiffany. Have been for as long as I can remember.”
My knees buckled. I lowered myself to the nearby lounger and dropped my head in my hands. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
Jude moved behind me and sat. He pulled me back between his legs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “When I met Mia, she asked me if you were single and you weren’t. You were dating Emma who broke your heart.”
My chest ached at the reminder.
Mia sat on the lounger in front of me, cupping my cheek. “I wanted to dateyou, Tiffany,” she said softly. “But you weren’t single. So Jude and I got talking. He wasn’t sure at the time if he should ask me out but I’m glad that he did. We eventually started dating and you know the rest. I’ve told him time and time again that I wanted to have a threesome. We didn’t want just anyone though. We wanted you. I wasn’t sure how you would take it though and then when we started messing around before I had to go see my parents, I knew that we could explore it more.”
“What about dad?” I asked Jude.
He cupped my knee, sliding his hand under the towel until he reached my inner thigh. “He didn’t want to listen. You know how dad is. I told him that I was already aware that you and my wife were fucking. I think a lot of it with him is that he’s jealous.”
My eyes widened, my head whipping around. “What? He is?”