Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

17: Tristan.

My hand balls into a shaking fist as I look around and realize every man in the place is staring at her. Ogling that hot little tush and adjusting themselves.

"Damn, is that really Amarie's kid?" one of them says to his friend, smacking his lips. "She grew up nice."

"Jesus, you're not kidding. Too bad she isn't poor or I'd be shelling out six figures for a ride of that."

"Hell yeah, man. Twice on Sunday."

They dissolve into laughter and the rage in my blood boils over. I push back from my table, upsetting my scotch and grip the closest asshole by his collar.

"Watch your fucking mouths," I growl, yanking the offender to his feet, watching the color drain from his face when he sees who was within earshot.

A family friend of the Amaries, yes, but also the man who could buy and sell the entire club without blinking an eye. "Don't look at her. Don't ever speak about her again or I'll end you."

The man starts to apologize, but changes his mind when he realizes several men are witnessing his humiliation, forcing him to double down. "Right. Like you wouldn't pay to hit that, Hemsworth."

It burns worse, because he's right.

Not only would I pay, but I did. Eagerly. Anything she wanted.

All so she would give me her perfect touch. Her time and attention.

And God, I would do it all over again, wouldn't I?

Still, there's no way I'm letting this pissant get away with talking about Lia in public like she's an object. That's not happening. But just as I rear back with a fist, intending to plow it into his smug face, I hear Lia's voice behind me.

"Tristan!" I glance back over my shoulder to find her visibly alarmed, standing among the patio lechers, pool water dripping down her young body. "S-stop.

What are you doing?"

"Go back to the pool," I growl through my teeth.

"No." She pads closer, barefoot, attempting to pry me and the man apart, no idea that she's being gawked at in her sorry excuse for a bathing suit. "Stop this, Tristan. No fighting." Her breath hitches, tears turning her eyes to twin blue pools. "Y-you promised you were managing your stress-"

"Don't do that," I snap. "Don't pretend like you give a shit. That ship has sailed." Lia flinches and drops her hands, bottom lip trembling as she backs away.

What the hell? Is she playing mind games with me? This girl made me believe she cared, then ripped the rug out from under my feet. And she has the nerve to appear hurt by my harshness?

clubhouse, my pounding heart gives me no choice but to follow. I don't care that she broke me in half, I

bright red from being manhandled, but he's not listening to

nose and

roar.

"No, Hemsworth."

out of line,

don't even know him

of not attending college with all of her friends. Forget what that would have done to her reputation. How can I blame her for finding a way to

Me.

gazebo, arms wrapped around her middle. Alone. This section of the country club is mainly used for weddings.

is no activity to be seen, except for

has

into the gazebo,

at her eyes, but

you like

by two little triangles, her pussy cupped lovingly by wet bottoms. Her mouth is on level with my cock and I can only replay the dozen or so times she greeted me at the hotel suite by unbuckling my belt and sucking me off. The memories make me hard and I have no means of hiding it, my stiffening shaft drawing her blue eyes, making her mouth

fluttering. Teeth sinking into

used to signal she was

in. I'm not

have genuine desire for me. It was always about

tell me your father was

shoots to her

groan over the perfect contact, the smoothness of

you find

have to worry one more day. I'm going to take care of everything."

She makes a hiccupping sound and clutches the front of my shirt, pulling me back. Confusing the hell

sleep with me anymore. You never had to in the first place. I would have taken care of

forehead knitting together. "No. Tristan, no. You have the wrong idea." Her hands run

with you. I wanted so much

even though her touch is bringing me back to life. I can't allow it. Can't allow her to feel obligated. "You can thank me with words. You don't have to sacrifice your body. I'm sorry you felt like you had

for this girl. My dick is in launch position like the space shuttle, my tongue eagerly tasting her mouth, my

She doesn't let me.

taking her mouth off

a knee on my hip and uses it as leverage to squirm up the front of my body,

waist, our

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