Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 92

5: Aleksei.

It's time for Georgina's lunch.

When she doesn't eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don't miss meals.

She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and...restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling.

I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It's what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man's cock. Even if she doesn't realize it yet.

Soon.

There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not stupid enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I'll fuck her mid — tantrum —

frequently but I want her first time to be...

Romantic.

My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold-blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn't met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice.

A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it.

The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And

handle, unable to take her eyes off the

side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina's hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this time I don't step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting cock. I want to back her against the car, thrust my erection up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cock she'll ever know, damn the potential witnesses. But as always, when II take her out in public, heads begin turning almost

jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she

hand and lead her to

much faster, so I lean back in my

of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises

on the street, every male

cranes their neck to get

of what's mine. Until I

they don't fuck off. By the time Georgina finishes, we're the only ones left in the

walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. "I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It's going

my neck, much like guilt. "Only one hour in the

library. "Freshman orientation isn't until tomorrow night. We

what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity, and it doesn't include leaving her

appear in Georgina's eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with preciation over her reaction. There's a beam of sunlight streaming in

stained glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her

She presses

lips and turns in