“Maybe. Did you bring anything?” she asks, and my cock throbs painfully at her qualifier because I always carried it when I knew I was going to be with her. I loved being in her tight little ass, but more than I expected, she suggested it. She loves feeling like I’ve claimed every part of her on nights she’s feeling particularly needy. She slowly pulls off her earrings and the rest of her jewelry, setting them on the nightstand while her eyes slowly drag up and down my frame. “I want to shower first.” She leans against the wall, giving me the most deliciously sexy smirk. “You know…” she says as she makes her way toward me. “It’s been a while since… you’ve let me fuck you there.” She backs up slowly toward the bathroom, and I follow her because for the rest of the night, my dick is in control of every move I make.

  “I’m going to guess that you didn’t bring that,” I say, referring to the bright pink strap-on that we’ve experimented with a few times. It wasn’t something we did often, especially after the time Halle threw her back out after thrusting a little too aggressively.

  For the record, she pushed through the pain until I came.

  Which I did.

  All over her bed.

  “I didn’t, but… I could bring it next weekend when I come to see you?” She taps the zipper of her dress behind her, indicating she wants me to help her. I slowly move the zipper down as I plant wet kisses along her neck and shoulder.

  When her dress pools at her feet, I slide my hand down her bare torso toward her pussy. “You know I’ll always do whatever you want. That’s how you got me the first time,” I murmur in her ear. It was the standard argument you’d expect. We were in college, and we’d started talking about exploring anal sex for the first time. She told me it was only fair that I let her do it to me as well. And because I’d do anything in the world Halle St. John asked me, I agreed, so then one night after a lot of whiskey and with even more lube, I let my stepsister fuck my ass with a strap-on.

  I came a lot that night.

  So did she.

  I’ll never forget that look on her face while she was on top of me, rutting into me while she chased her orgasm, doing her best to help me climax as well with those soft hands wrapped firmly around my dick, jacking me off in time with her thrusts.

  Something was so sexy about her being on top while she was inside me, her sexy tits bouncing with every thrust and making me harder as I anticipated sucking them into my mouth.

  Fuck, just the memory of it makes me hard, and I almost wish she had it with her now.

  “Bring it next week,” I tell her as I follow her into the bathroom. She immediately turns on the shower and lowers her underwear to the ground before putting on a shower cap. She used to hate wearing them when she showered with me, deeming them very unsexy, but as she got older, she got over it, realizing that it didn’t matter what she was wearing or not wearing, she would always be the sexiest woman who ever walked the earth to me.

  “You joining me?”

  “Obviously.”

  “Well, you’re thoroughly overdressed for this party.” She giggles as she steps behind the glass wall. It’s one of those open-concept showers with just a clear half wall and no door. She steps under the water, letting the drops slide over her body, making it glisten. “Go slow,” she murmurs while I pull my shirt out of my pants.

  “You want a show?” She nods slowly. “Are you going to give me one in return?” I ask, and a grin stretches over her face before she slowly trails her fingers down her stomach to reach her pussy.

  My abs clench in anticipation of dragging my dick down that same trail and swiping it through that wet, juicy slit. I slide my pants down, leaving me in nothing but my briefs that are straining against my cock while I watch her fingers glide between those shiny lips coated in water. She grabs her body wash sitting in the corner and squirts some into her hand before rubbing them together. Her hands are now lathered up, and I watch in fascination as she glides her hands over those perfect tits, covering them in soapy bubbles.

  “Halle,” I croak, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Can I come in?”

  She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Not that either,” she says, shaking her head with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Remember the first time we did this?” she asks, and I immediately yank my briefs off because if we are taking that particular trip down memory lane, I need my hand wrapped around my dick, now.

  My hand finds it immediately, and I pull hard at the memory of watching Halle shower while I stood in the mirror and masturbated. At the time, her shower only had a curtain that she’d pushed back, allowing me to see all of her while she showered. It was one of the first erotic experiences of my life, and it was the inspiration for many of my solo sessions back then.

  “I’ve… never seen one before.” She swallows. “In real life… or anywhere,” she says.

  “You’ve never watched porn?” I ask, remembering how shocked I was to hear that she’d never watched pornography.

  She shakes her head slowly. “Is that… weird?”

  “No, baby. My sweet innocent girl.” I look down as I continue to rub myself while she massages the soap into her skin. She hasn’t touched her pussy again, and I’m somewhat grateful because I’ll probably blow the second I’m granted the gorgeous visual of those pretty fingers buried in her wet cunt covered in suds. “Do you… like the way it looks?” I ask her, before meeting her wide eyes.

  She nods vigorously. “It’s beautiful,” she says, repeating those innocent words that fell from her lips the first time she saw me.

  I pull harder. “It’s yours. If you want it.”

  “I do.”

  “God, Halle, let me in, baby.” I move my hand up and down faster on my dick.

  Those dainty fingers finally make their way into her pussy, and I grab the ledge of the sink because my knees briefly buckle when the sexiest moan leaves her lips.

  “Come first,” she begs. “I want to see what it looks like when you come.”

  “I’m going to make a mess.”

  “I’ll clean it up with my tongue,” she responds, and I realize we’re no longer referring to that night.

  I spit in my hand so it glides easier over my cock, and I don’t miss the whimper that leaves her in response. I begin moving it faster, rubbing in the slickness over every inch to match the speed of her fingers rubbing her clit. I pull my eyes off her pussy to move up her body to her face, wanting to see her eyes, but they’re trained on my cock with her lip trapped between her teeth.

  “Eyes on me, Halle.” I think this is the most I’ve probably ever used her name since I’ve known her, and a part of me wonders what that means. A floating thought moves through me that maybe we were preparing to be more than just Saint and Wild.

  Maybe this step meant that we were ready to become Halle and Sebastian.

  “Wild,” she moans.

  “Sebastian,” I correct her, wanting maybe for the first time to hear my name leave her lips when she comes. I take a step closer to the shower and put my arm out against the glass. I use it to lean on while I move my hand faster. “You’re so perfect, baby. So fucking mine.”

  “I need you,” she trembles, and I know her orgasm is looming. “Oh my God.”

  “Let me see,” I tell her. “Spread that gorgeous cunt open for me.” I move closer, so I’m not quite in the shower but close enough that I can see her clit pulsing with every swipe of her finger. “I’m coming in,” I declare, and she takes a step so her back is against the tile. I drop to my knees instantly, wanting an up close and personal look at her orgasm, and my mouth waters for a taste. She’s rubbed most of the soap in, but there are still a few suds clinging to her slick skin as she works her precious cunt that I’ve been obsessed with for so fucking long. I move faster, and when I look up, I catch her staring at me through hooded slits, that lip still fucking trapped between her teeth.

  “I know it wasn’t the original plan, but you need my dick, gorgeous?” Her eyes flutter shut before she nods her head slowly.

  “Please,” she begs, and I can hear the desperation in her voice.

  “Please… what?” I probe, and her eyes fly open because she knows what I want to hear. We didn’t do it often. But there was something about her calling me that fucking D word that made me untamed and fucking savage. So she knows she’s in for a hard fucking if I want to hear that word fall from her lips. I stand, towering over her, my dick pressing against her as I continue to rub it while using the silky skin of her stomach to help get me there. “Be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Please… Daddy.”

  “Fuck,” I mouth as my eyes slam shut. My orgasm moves through me and shoots out all over my hand and her stomach and the floor. I box her against the shower wall and tilt her chin up to meet mine. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”

  “Not usually the response to calling you Daddy.” She giggles, but I don’t join her. My mind is moving years into the future, where we’re doing this while there’s a ring on her finger and I’ve replaced the word stepsister with the word wife.

  Remembering what she said, I put those thoughts on hold to stay in the moment. “You did such a good job making Daddy come, Princess. But you know I don’t like coming before you.”

  I move her hand away, replacing it with my own and capturing her lips with mine. I rub her gently as I make love to her mouth, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into her through my lips and fingers. “Come for Daddy, sweetheart.”

  “Can I have your mouth?” she asks timidly while she drags her fingers over her initials tattooed across my heart.

  “Such a good girl for asking so nicely,” I murmur against her ear. “But you know you can have whatever you want. I can never say no to you.” I get on my knees in front of her and press my lips to her mound, remembering that this is the second time I’ve been in this position today. I eat her almost savagely, my tongue diving inside her and exploring every inch of her that I can reach.

  “Daddy!” she cries out as both hands fly to my hair, alerting me that she’s very close, and I know the exact way to get what I want. I move a hand up and slide it across her ass cheek inward to her asshole. “Do it,” she whines. “Touch me there.” I’ve barely pushed my finger an inch inside her before she’s coming around me. “Oh my God, fuck me.” I continue to lick her through her orgasm and even through the aftershocks. “Too sensitive,” she whimpers while trying to push my face away from her sex, but I keep my tongue against her, alternating between light, gentle licks and hard, long ones. “Sebastian,” she squeals, and then a giggle leaves her lips, which only happens when she’s feeling overly sensitive. I don’t stop, but I replace my tongue with my lips to give her clit and pussy lips gentle kisses like I would her face.

  I continue this for a while before I’m off my knees and staring down at her.

  “Sebastian,” she whispers. Water droplets are gathering on her eyelashes, and her mascara has started to run. But, I can tell that her eyes are starting to get teary. “I love you too, by the way,” she says in reference to me saying it earlier in the midst of our Daddy play.

  I nod, words briefly failing me because I’m overcome with lust and love and the thought that I was really going to spend the rest of my life with the woman in front of me. “Nothing could ever make me give you up. It’s been you and me for twenty years now. I need another twenty and then another and another until we take our last breaths, Halle.”

  The sense that I’m alone in bed is what pulls me out of the last few moments of sleep. I can’t always feel him, but sometimes, even subconsciously, my body is highly aware that Sebastian’s not close by. I immediately reach for him, but my hands find nothing. I open one eye slowly and then the other before sitting up in bed, and I realize I’m alone in the room. The hotel room wasn’t big by any means, an average-sized guest room with just enough space to fit a bed, two nightstands, a couch, and a desk, so it’s easy to see that I’m alone.

  The television mounted on the wall in front of the bed is still on from the night before, now playing reruns of The Big Bang Theory. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and note a few school emails, a couple of Instagram notifications, and a couple of messages in my group thread with Dex, Bryce, Addison, and Jase, making me wonder if maybe Jase hadn’t told anyone what happened between us at the bar the other night.

  The bathroom door is closed, and when I sit up farther, I see light shining out from under it, so I figure Wild is in there. I go back to my phone when I hear the distinct sound of a low voice. Like when someone is talking in hushed tones so as not to alert anyone to what they’re saying. I get off the bed and grab a shirt and sweatpants from my suitcase on the way to the door before tapping on it gently. I have a brief thought that I should have listened at the door first because is he hiding something from me?

  No. He’s never hidden anything from me ever.

  The door swings open, and I can immediately tell he’s agitated. “One sec,” he barks into the phone, and then his hand is on my face. “Did I wake you?” he asks, concerned.

  “No… well, maybe when you got out of bed.” I look at the phone in his hand. “Is everything okay?”

  His shoulders sag while he expels a breath before he puts his phone back to his ear. “Let me call you back.” I can’t hear what the other person says, but I hear Wild’s agitated reply. “I said I’d call you back.” He doesn’t wait for their answer before hanging up, and then he guides me to the bed.

  “Evidently, Dylan is pressing charges,” he says. My mouth falls open, and my heart starts to accelerate.

  “Shut up. Are you serious?”

  “Yep.” His jaw is tight, and I reach up to rub it gently because I can tell he’s gritting his teeth. It softens with my touch, but I can still feel his distress radiating from him.

  “How do you know?”

  “Mom called. I certainly loved that conversation at seven o’clock in the morning.” He rolls his eyes. “She says she’s trying to get Mike to talk him out of it, but…”

  “But what? Did you tell them what happened? What he said?”

  “Yes, but it’s not the story he told, and evidently, I’m an unreliable narrator when it comes to you.” I tense slightly because I mean, I suppose there is some truth to that.

  “What did he say?”

  “Just that he was trying to make small talk, and I went off because he was talking to you.”

  “That’s bullshit. He was absolutely instigating.”

  “Yes, we know that. But it’s our word against his.” He sighs. “I called my lawyer. Even if he drops the charges and nothing comes of it, I just wanted to bring him in the loop. Obviously, he’s based in Seattle, so he reached out to one of his colleagues based in North Carolina. I’ll have to fly back if I can’t get this all taken care of in the next twenty-four hours.” He falls back onto the bed and stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck, this is not what I need right now.”

  “This is ridiculous. I’m sorry. What can we do?”

  “I’m not sorry. That asshole deserved it. But nothing. Just hope Mike can get him to drop the charges, I guess.”

  “Who were you talking to?” I ask, remembering that he was on the phone.

  “The head of my press team, who is currently having a fucking fit. He’s still on fire about Quinn trying to go public about my relationship with you.”

  “You have a press team?” I ask with wide eyes. I knew he was in the spotlight quite a bit, from interviews to events and community outreach, but I didn’t realize it was that intense that he had a whole team.

  He nods. “Most companies do with how accessible everyone is thanks to social media.” He sits up and rubs his eyes. “My board is also not happy. They were already throwing around words like misconduct and ethical violations. And this is not going to help.”

  “Because of… me?”

  “Us,” he corrects. “We’re in this together, Halle.”

  “Of course, we are, but this affects your whole livelihood. Something you’ve built, and it could all go up in smoke. All because you’re in a relationship with me?”

  “I am going to talk to them. Explain how different we are and how we got here. It’s going to be a hard sell, but maybe I can make them understand.”

  “What… just pray that they’re hopeless romantics?”

  “What other choice do I have?” I give him a sad look, referring to the other option we might have, and he shakes his head. “No.”

  “It just might help until all of this dies down.”

  “No. I’d consider it if you and I weren’t the endgame. But we are, so we’re going to have to deal with this at some point. Dating some girl for show would just delay the inevitable, and I’m not doing that. I am not delaying anything, and I refuse to let anyone believe that I’m in a relationship with anyone other than you.”

  God, this man loves me too much. The thought that I could end up being his downfall when I love him just as much weighs on me. “I just don’t want you to wake up one day and resent me for costing you so much. Your relationship with your mom and some of your family is strained. You just punched someone in the face over me, and now you could potentially be in legal trouble. Your job isn’t on board with us,” I explain. “It just seems like you’re the only one affected by all of this.”

  “First of all”—he sits up and grabs my hands, pulling them to his mouth—“I could never resent you. Do you hear me?” he asks. “Never. And I’d walk away from my entire company before I walk away from you.” My heart flutters, and warmth spreads across my chest as his words wash over me. “I have a great lawyer, and at most, it’ll be a misdemeanor, and I’ll have to pay a fine. He’s just trying to stick it to me anyway he can for God knows what reason. And my mom…” He shakes his head. “Either she’ll get on board with all of this eventually or she won’t. The ball is in her court. But I’m not going to give you up just because she doesn’t like us together.” My hands are still in his when he grabs my left ring finger and rubs it gently. “Do I need to put something here for you to realize how serious I am?”