It’s fucking heaven.
We move together and I’m lost in the moment until I hear a noise that has all my senses on alert. Lucy’s oblivious to what’s going on, but I hear the click of a lock and I’m just grateful it’s not the one on our door. I hear a door creak open, and it registers in my sex-hazed mind that someone—or, judging by the voices, several someones—have entered the room right next door. I didn’t bother looking in that one earlier, when this one suited my needs just fine, but I’d guess it’s the mirror image of this one.
Lucy grips my shoulders and sinks down on my dick once again. I love it, God, I love it, but my attention’s divided. I hear that low chuckle again, and it suddenly hits me where I’ve heard that voice before.
Lucy’s dad is right next door.
She notices I’m distracted and looks at me. “Caleb, is—”
“Come on in here. Let’s get away from the crowd for a while. Brian, you know Gary, right?”
“Gary Sheifler, Chief of Staff at St. Mark’s.”
“Yes, of course, good to see you again.”
We only hear a few more snippets of conversation, but it’s enough to discern that Lucy’s dad is on the other side of this wall, chatting with a couple of guys about joining their hospital staff.
Lucy’s face pales, but I’m not about to let our moment slip away, not when we barely see each other, not when she can only really look at me when we’re alone. Fuck, no. Her dad isn’t spoiling this.
In fact…
“Oh my God,” she whispers in a hiss. “Whit, that’s my dad!”
So, I’m back to being Whit. No worries. I can get us right back where we were.
I press a wet kiss to her breast while I thrust inside her, my cock granite-hard at the thought of doing dirty, delicious things to Lucy in secret.
“I know, beautiful. That’s why you need to be quiet when I do this,” I say, wrapping my hands around her hips and using the position to piston in and out of her. I spread my left hand wide so that my thumb aligns with her clit, circling it as I continue to fuck her like it’s a mission I was born f
“Caleb—oh God, don’t stop,” she pants, and I grin.
“Hush that pretty mouth, Lucy, or your daddy’s gonna hear you. He’s bound to hear all the wicked things you’re letting your stepbrother do to you.”
If anything, my words spur her on. She cups her breasts in her hands and throws her head back as her body grinds against mine.
“You don’t want that, do you, Lucy?You don’t want the guys next door to know all the filthy things we do to each other? The way you touch yourself, just for me? The way you tease that sweet pussy with your vibrator, moaning my name when you go over the edge. The way you come just for me?”
She cries out and I fill her mouth with my fist to keep her from making too much noise. She bites down on my hand and I swear to God, I feel a jolt in my dick. Lucy comes spectacularly, squeezing my cock like a vise. I come hard, spilling into the condom and shuddering beneath her.
In the room next door, the mundane conversation continues. I lean up and press a kiss to Lucy’s forehead. The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t utter them. Instead, I stay silent.
Eventually, we find the strength to clean up and put our clothes back on. She leans up and kisses my mouth before we exit the room. It’s not enough, not hardly, but I’ll take it.
Chapter 21
Whit
Back at our table,Lucy fishes a little designer backpack from underneath her chair. “It’s getting late, so I’m going to say goodbye to your mom and then call a car to take me to the airport.”
The unspoken directive here is that we should part ways before anyone notices that we’re more than passing acquaintances, that our bond is deeper than the one we share as newly minted stepsiblings.
But I’m determined to soak up every second of our stolen time together. “Lead the way, Lucy. I’ll drive you.”
Before she can protest—we are in public, after all—my mom waves over the crowd and makes a beeline for us.
“Caleb, Lucy, are you heading out?” She smiles at the two of us. It’s good to see her this happy.
“Yeah,” Lucy answers. “My flight leaves in a couple hours, so Whit’s going to drop me off.”
