Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:
Odsłuch ebooka (TTS) dostępny w abonamencie „ebooki+audiobooki bez limitu” w aplikacji Legimi na:
My Wildest Fantasy 4
Copyright © 2016 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced in any form or by any means, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.
All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
The look she gave me was identical to the ones Callie kept tossing my way—hot and hungry like she was ready to eat me alive.
Olivia is getting bolder by the day. She’s making it crystal clear that she wants to pick up where we left off twenty years ago. I still don’t trust this sudden one-eighty in her attitude after her long vendetta against me, and if she ever finds out what I’m doing to her sweet, innocent daughter I’ll be a dead man. A castrated dead man. Callie won’t let up, though.
“Danger just adds spice. Besides, I’m worth a little risk, right?”
To Hell with Olivia. No other woman has ever gotten under my skin the way that Callie does, never made me obsess like this. She’s all I want. All I can think about. I can’t get enough, even while her mother is trying to stake her own claim on me in front of her friends. But Callie is mine, now, and I intend to keep her. I just have to figure out a way to manage it without Olivia killing me. Or worse.
* * *
To receive updates on new book releases and sales, sign up for my newsletter.
Like romance? My new romance pen name is Olivia Blake, and my first novel, With One Word, is now available.
My Wildest Fantasy 4
You Might Also Like…
Pink Parts Press Catalog
About the Author
My body was still buzzing with feel-good hormones from fucking Callie when Olivia sank gracefully into the bubbling water of the hot tub across from me. For a moment my heart stopped, but Callie was safely gone and I had escaped being caught—this time.
“So have you gotten a chance to relax since you’ve been back?” Olivia asked me, her eyes half-lidded and hidden in shadow.
Up until Olivia had shown up I’d been feeling more relaxed than I could remember. Nonstop wild sex with a hot, eager eighteen year old will do that to you. Now the tension coiled up again as all my instincts urged me to flee. It was bad enough that I was screwing Olivia’s only daughter. I didn’t dare let her get close enough to try to restart what had almost happened twenty years ago.
“Some,” I admitted as I shifted my seat to edge further away from her. “It’s been hard to adjust to living at a slower pace after so long, though.”
It was also hard to get used to Callie throwing herself at me and keeping my cock standing rigidly at attention all day every day. I hadn’t been this perpetually horny since I was a teenager. Maybe not even then.
“You should take the boat out. Do some fishing. All work and no play, you know.”
She smiled and her foot brushed against mine under the water, a soft, deliberate caress that sent tingles up my leg straight to my groin. What was it with these women? Olivia sank a little lower in the water and regarded me hungrily.
“Yeah. Some time out on the water would be good,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level.
“I could come along if you want company. Be your first mate. I’d love to serve under you.”
Her foot moved again, toes curling around to slide up my calf. Just then my eyes caught movement, a flicker of silver. Past the edge of the pool house, moonlight gleamed on Callie’s ice blonde hair as she watched us from the shadows. The little exhibitionist hadn’t bothered to put her bikini back on, and if Olivia turned her head that way there’d be no missing her. I fought to swallow as my heart lurched and began hammering against my breastbone.
“Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow,” I said. “I’m starting to feel like a prune from sitting in here so long.”
Laughter danced in her dark blue eyes. “I wouldn’t have believed you to be so shy, Blake. You’re not still scared of me, are you?”
“No, of course not,” I lied as I heaved myself out of the tub and snatched up a towel to hide the erection in my trunks. I still didn’t trust this sudden one-eighty in her attitude after her long vendetta against me, and if she ever found out what I was doing to Callie I would be a dead man. A castrated dead man. “It’s just been a long day and I’m ready to call it a night.”
“Want me to tuck you in?” she purred.
“Thanks, but that’s really not necessary. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble falling asleep tonight.”
Another lie. The sight of Callie’s naked body as she stood watching us made me doubt whether I’d get any sleep at all. It was insane—I’d just come in her ass ten minutes ago, but I already wanted her again. The girl made me burn like a horny fifteen year old. Was she spiking my coffee with Viagra or something?
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had something else going on,” she said thoughtfully.
I gulped. “Don’t be silly.”
“I know.” She waved a hand. “You spend most of your time here, and you never have any visitors. Callie says you live like a monk.”