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

swamps my belly knowing he's eager to get rid 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 killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He's stayed that way for five

far away from home for school, isn't

in the shower. Through the water -- 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 ruthless muscle. He didn't see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn't have. Or he wouldn't have continued stroking that huge,

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 are

who are you kidding? You beg your

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 my hair

been crazy thinking he could crave

down so fast 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

that I'd let

I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of

he catches my wrist. "Do not play games

breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if imagined the pull between us? I'm going to college today. Even if he tells me