Her mother's lover

LETT

e. My mother, Maria, once draped in black mourning for my father, now wears a white lace as

sn't . Hard muscle, rough edges, eyes that burn with secrets, a very huge visible cucumber and a presence that unsettles me more than I dare admit. I tell myself I hate him. I tell myself

) sees only her second chance at happiness. But me? I see danger. I see temptation. I

eral. Maybe that was why the world felt so unreal, as if the mourning wasn't done,

otel garden watching her in white lace, smiling like a bride should never smile so soon after burying her husband. Sometimes somet

d her

stranger who had suddenly walked into our lives a

lo

betrayed me. It a

espised my mother for marrying hi

elligence. But him oh my Gods my mother's new man was carved out of stone and sin. Broad shoulders stretching the fabric

n't loo

hisper sharp as a knife. "Stop frow

sn't a mockery of ev

hen he tightened his grip around her waist. To the way his shirt buttons strained whe

ked up, his eye

ke my stomach clench and my breath stutter. His gaze l

thrill pulse

first, my ch

the man my mother had just kissed at the altar while her wedd

I saw the way those trousers fit, every time his tattoos peeked fro

almost as much

sic all of it felt muted. I sat stiff at the table, watching

ease. To the muscles shifting under his shirt when he leaned forward to whisper somet

t mine. I imagined those han

panties were fucking wet. I pressed my knees t

riefly it could have been an accident

r disappeared upstairs with him, giggling like a teenager. I stayed downstairs, sipping

use wa

qu

I couldn't banish-him shirtless, tattoos wrapping across his

t how wet my panties were, how badly I wan

only made th

stop. I did

sweat cooling on my skin, I swore to my

te was

ay toward the kitchen. I needed water. Something

hen I

just ahead of me, spill

stepp

art across hard muscle. His skin glistened, the towel doing nothing to hide the big headed cock dangling in between his legs al

eath

then narrowed, scanning me from my bare feet to

r of u

n. My throat was dry, but not from thirst. My body a

ugh, intimate. The kind of voice that coul

the way it rolled off his tong

nswer. I cou

two sinners ca

but something darker I knew nothing in

Not a smile, but something heavi

ngers slick with condensation, afraid I mi

urmured, voice deep and roug

d hard. "I

his hips. My eyes betrayed me, sliding down to his huge cock before I could st

d in his gaze heat

ck to my room, slammed the door, and prayed the

hed as he took one step closer, water drip

, his voice wrapping around me

s shoulder grazing mine, heat s

d sweat clinging to me long after he

r door shutting. Not with the images clawing at my mind. Not w

ng had shifted. Somethi

uilt didn't erase the memory of his body dripping wet, of the towel clinging to hi

yself to avoid him. Pr

sweat was shining as he chopped wood like some savage out

part of me w

cking da