Page 25 of Heavy
When his face is a mere inch from mine, he whispers, “Someone is here.”
The moment those words slip from his thick lips, framed by his five o’clock shadow, I feel like I’ve been punched.
“Sweetheart?”
Oh, FUCK!
The devilish smile that spreads across his face transforms the pit forming in my sternum into a black hole, consuming every organ that keeps me functioning. I left the front door open, and I can hear her footsteps on the wooden patio.
“Hide, hide, please!” I raise my hand to move him, but his eyes widen. Right,don’t touch. “R—”
“Nah-uh…” he whispers.
I feel every bit of me shake. “D-Daddy, please hide. Hide quick.”
His teeth bear with his grin. The way he purrs through “Good girl” has my pussy weeping.
He has no time to sprint back into the garage. Instead, he drops to his knees in front of me, the cloth draped over the bench concealing him from view. Just as my mother steps through the threshold and into the cabin.
“Oh wow, you were not joking around. You really are gutting the place.”
I swallow and force a smile. “Mom… W-what are you doing here?”
She sighs before giving me a somber smile. “Security called, but I also wanted to see my daughter. Is that alright?”
Damn, I meant to call her but I’ve been too distracted.“Oh, right. I meant to call you about that.”
“It’s fine; everything’s cleared up,” she says as she walks deeper into the house, my eyes fixed on her like a hawk. When she turns and leans against the far side of the table, I feel warm fingers gently caressing the back of my calf.
Oh no…
Oh no, no, no!
“Did you have a guy over? They mentioned you had someone with you.”
I lean against the table, my hands gripping the edge as Ronan’s fingers slowly caress my bare leg. It’s getting hotter, and I’m perpetually in shorts. By ignoring his comment about them being too small, I was essentially flipping him off, and now I feel like it’s about to bite me in the ass. Literally.
“Yeah, is that a problem? I’m an adult, Mom.”
She shakes her head, her smile unwavering. “Right, I’m just surprised you’d have one out here with all of this.” As she gestures around, I take a moment to look away from her and glance briefly down at Ronan.
He’s got one leg propped up, elbow resting on the elevated knee, while his other hand reaches around to the back of my thigh, exploring upward.
My gaze returns to my mom. “You could have called…” I pause, because the moment he finds the hem of my shorts, my clit pulses. The warmth in my lower stomach is brutal, and thoughts of him touching me in places I know he can’t has my heart hammering in my throat.
It’s as if he can sense my hope for him to do something forbidden because just as I release a breath, he moves his hand back down.
“It’s dangerous to be here, that’s all I’m getting at.” I’m surprised I can keep up this conversation while feeling so flustered, but my mom seems completely oblivious. “You should’ve let me know so I could have cleaned up.”
She waves her hand. “Pfft, I don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
Yes… that’s the understatement of a lifetime.
“Mind if I stay for a bit?” We don’t usually do this—our relationship is primarily text-based, with the occasional coffee date. I actually don’t hate her, even though I have every right to, and probably should.
The real problem here is Ronan won’t stay hidden for long. If he shows himself or if my mom catches a glimpse of him, I’m finished. Sure, I’m an adult, but the moment she discovers that I’ve been hiding living with my step-uncle here, all hell will break loose. My carefully arranged dominoes will start to topple, and I can’t afford that. I’ve already suffered too much to get to this point.
“Did you have something to talk to me about?” I deflect. “I hate to say that I’m busy, but I kind of am.”
