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?"

jean skirt, probably finding it too short

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 years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything

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

— 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, heavy trunk of flesh between his

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

You beg

Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between

he could crave that crave

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 mention, the

let him

bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocative as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. "You won't miss me

"Do

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 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 to throw a punch I won't have to see him