Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 89

2: Georgina.

This is it. I'm finally free.

I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei's black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I've just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.

Watching me through broody, slate - gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.

What is his deal today?

Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action.

"Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?" I saunter closer and prop my hip against one of the rear car doors. "Is that why you're so quiet?"

down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent.

of me, but I don't let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was

I'm going so far away from home for school, isn't it? The confusing way

-- speckled glass, I saw his naked, six foot eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of

none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I'm pretty sure girls aren't supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they're not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams

who are you kidding? You

to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping

could crave that crave

I think I imagined it. Well, I've had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turning me into a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to

I'd let him know

movements provocative as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk

he catches my wrist. "Do not play

tells me I'm crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught