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?

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

bright red from being manhandled, but he's not listening to his friend's advice about not provoking me. "Making the Forbes list gets you the best pussy, I

breaking his nose and dropping him to the

roar.

"No, Hemsworth."

was out of

even know

not attending college with all of her friends. Forget what

Me.

the club, across an expanse of green field, sitting in a gazebo, arms wrapped around her middle. Alone. This section of the country club is mainly

there is no activity to be seen, except for me striding across the lawn toward

has completely wrecked

gazebo, bringing her head up. "I'm

her eyes, but doesn't say

spoken to you like that. You've

front of me, her supple tits barely covered 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

she whispers, eyelashes fluttering. Teeth sinking into her

used to signal

drawn in. I'm not going to be a fool

for me. It was

didn't you tell me

she shoots to

me, so she won't fall, swallowing a groan over the perfect contact, the smoothness of her skin, the

did you find

worry one more day. I'm going to take care of everything." With determination, refusal to force her any more into touching

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

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

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

sleep with you. I wanted so

bringing me back to life. I can't allow it. Can't allow her to feel obligated. "You can

her arms around my neck. I'm not expecting the kiss, it shocks me to my core, but my reaction to it is no surprise. I'm a fiend for this girl. My dick is in launch position like the space shuttle, my tongue eagerly tasting

She doesn't let me.

mouth

it as leverage to squirm up the

waist,

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