Sure, I know that, and I’m okay with it. It’s just… visually, I only want to picture Ember in her bra, not my daughter.
I clear my throat. “What’s all this?”
“This is dinner.”
I look beyond her to the stove. “This is for us? All of us?”
“Sure is.”
“You didn’t have to do that. I don’t pay you to cook. All you—”
“Ryder, stop. I like to cook, and I really wanted to try this recipe.” She shrugs. “It’s a win-win.”
“It’s just…”
She rests her hand on my chest. “You pay me and let me live here for free. I am more than happy to cook dinner for us. Anytime.”
I cover her hand with mine as I lose myself in her eyes. Crystal clear blue eyes that are so vibrant and full of life.
The timer dings interrupting whatever this “moment” is, pulling Ember’s attention back to the stove.
“Go change. It’ll be done in five minutes.”
My hands want to reach out to her, begging me for just another touch. I tug them back and head to my room. My fist pounds against the closed door before I rest my head against it.
Too close, Ryder. You’re getting too close.
And too hard.
Tearing off my clothes, I leave them in a trail as I make my way to the bathroom. A cold shower, that’s what I need. Only, when I step into the water, it doesn’t sate the burning desire I have for the woman downstairs. Turning the dial, the water temperature rises enough to match the heat inside me. If a cold shower won’t work, there’s only one option left.
I grab my dick and stroke it. Visions of Ember bent over the counter of the kitchen fill my mind. I can picture her perfect ass on display to me, begging me to fill it, to fill all of her—pussy, ass, mouth. The muscles in my forearm tighten as I jerk harder. The rapid speed, the pressure building inside, visuals of her on my bed, legs spread, pussy begging send me right over the fucking edge.
My hand presses against the wall as I empty my load against the tile of the shower. Feeling better—relieved—I quickly wash, dress, and return to the kitchen at the most inopportune time. Ember’s bent over, taking something out of the stove.
Immediate, visceral reaction. I’m hard again.
“That was quick,” she comments when she sees me.
No shit.
“Everything okay?” She takes the pan out and sets it on the counter.
I’ve been standing in the doorway this entire time.
“Yeah, great. Fine.”
Ember and Amelia stare at me as though I’ve lost my mind. Trying to play it off, I walk toward the counter and grab the dishes.
“Amelia, want to help me set the table?”
“Sure, Daddy.”
The dinner is delicious. On top of everything else, Ember’s an amazing cook. With my eyes on my plate, I focus on dinner… the food. It was a smart idea at first but it meant I finished before everyone else. Left with nothing else to do but stare at the two ladies I’m dining with, my eyes drift to Ember. I watch as she slowly pulls the fork from her mouth, and my dick twitches in my jeans. A moment later, her tongue darts out to clean some sauce from the corner of her mouth.
I shift in my chair.
“Are you sure everything’s okay? You seem a little on edge?” Ember says.