Step Stalker

With a hard pinch in my chest, I get to my feet unsteadily. “You’re right, Mother. They’re going to be here early and I haven’t even packed.” Briefly, I meet Vale’s glittering eyes. “Good night.”

I go upstairs to my room and close the door, listening for Vale to follow—and he does, a few minutes later. His footsteps move in a pattern on the other side of our adjoined bathroom, giving me the impression that he’s pacing.

If he’s worried about my holding him to his promises, he doesn’t have to. I won’t.

A lump slides up and down in my throat when I swallow.

I’ll go camping in the morning and give him some space, maybe a chance to…go out. See other people besides me. After all, I’m the only woman he’s had any contact with.

You’re convenient.

Right before I go to bed, I turn the lock on my main bedroom door, as well as the bathroom bolt. I’m not sure why I do it. Maybe as a way to maintain the little pride I have if Vale, in fact, feels he made a mistake. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but I do eventually, intense blue eyes haunting my dreams.

Chapter Five

Vale

I’m in the driver’s side of a car, the seat reclined all the way back so I can’t be seen from the road. I watch Lula exit the house across the street carrying a pillow and sleeping bag, a backpack slung over one shoulder. A low, animal growl leaves my mouth at the sight of my delicious stepsister, her soft skin glowing in the morning light. It takes every ounce of self-control not to throw open the door of this car—which I broke into with ease—and storm across the street to demand to know why she locked me out last night.

Yeah right. If I do that, I’ll end up buried in her pussy in broad daylight.

Right there on the sidewalk. However I can get it. Get her.

Aware that I’m sucking in ratting breaths, I drag a hand down my face and order myself to rein in the hunger. The obsession that has grown into something uncontrollable literally overnight. I returned to my bedroom last night after the movie and forced myself to take some time and get my possessiveness under control. After damn near fucking her on the couch, I was almost unhinged with purpose.

I’m not leaving this house without her. Not going to Coronado unless she’s at my side.

I’m going to be what she needs at all times. Going to take care of her. I wanted to hold her down last night and demand promises. I wanted inside of her so I can start working on getting her pregnant and locked down before someone steals her from me.

What man worth a damn wouldn’t try?

She’s a fucking light in the darkness, so sweet and compassionate and understanding. She’s got an adorable sense of humor. She’s astute. Smart. Knows what she wants out of her future. And Christ, that body. My dick is standing straight up already just watching those titties shake inside her tank top. The palms of my hands itch like crazy to grip those wide hips, hold her steady while I rock deep, my stomach slapping up against the perfection of her ass. Goddamn, I’m going to make myself come thinking about being inside of her for the first time. Going to get my sperm so deep, it’ll take a week for a single drop to escape.

A car pulls up at the curb near Lula and I reach for the gun at my hip, adrenaline firing on all cylinders, making every hair on my body stand up. I relax slightly when my stepsister smiles and waves at whoever is in the vehicle. They park and get out. Robotically, I register their facial features like I was trained, noting that one of them is blonde, tall, fair-skinned while the other has dark hair in a bun, a sepia complexion and two eyebrow piercings. That’s all it takes.

Two seconds with my eyes off Lula and I’m starved for the sight of her.

The friends are forgotten as I zero in on her, watching with rapt attention as she loads her things into the back of her friend’s car, chatting happily about how great the weather is for camping. Once she’s finished putting her things in the trunk, she glances back at the house. Hesitates. It’s wishful thinking that she’s hoping to see me before leaving, right? Obviously I scared the living hell out of her last night. I went way too far too soon. For godsakes, she only met me in person for the first time yesterday and there I was, humping her like a beast and explaining that I’ll be her Daddy going forward. No wonder she locked the doors.

I need to be more artful. More patient with her. She’s a virgin. Inexperienced.