Say Yes (Second Generation 1)

Although he didn’t seem turned off by it. My mind immediately goes to the image of him down between my legs, making me scream as he licks me. I remember his promise to do just that. The way that he groaned as he sucked off my stickiness from my fingers, sent desire straight to my core. I needed him and he understood it.

The feel of his fingers gripping my thighs, holding them apart and leaving imprints to mark me as his plays through my head. “What else will he do to me?” I moan all alone in the room as I get dressed, pressing the palm of my hand against my sex, attempting to alleviate some of this feeling, but it only amplifies my need for him.

I don’t know how to get off on my own. Is it my subconscious or something? My head is never in the game although it’s been close when I think about Dean. It’s probably because I’m never sure that I’m alone. This isn’t my house and at home at least one of my parents always seemed to be around. Dean let me use his body and it worked. I came so hard on him that I didn’t want to walk away, but I could tell he was disappointed in himself for giving in. I should be ashamed that I didn’t just leave him alone, but I’m not. It’s a year of unsatisfied masturbation attempts.

My body’s begging for Dean to the point of insanity. Right now he’s not home. I’m not sure where he’s off to, but if Becks is correct, it’s to avoid temptation and keep himself busy.

I don’t know if he’s going to wait or if he’s gonna maul me. Fuck, I’m hoping for the latter. I meet Becks in the hall, and we hop in her new car she got for her birthday. It’s pretty sweet just like Becks. She’s the youngest and the most reserved. I see her reading most days, keeping to herself. She can be a lot of fun when she’s out with us.

“Girl, you look incredible. It’s almost as if you aren’t just going to a movie tonight,” she barely gets the last word out before giggling.

“Shut up. Let’s go before we miss the movie.”

Every minute that ticks closer to midnight makes my heart pound. I’m out with Becks, seeing a movie, a romantic one of course and all I can picture is Dean and I as the main couple. There’s a semi-nude scene and my thoughts go right back to Dean’s room. I’m so hot and bothered in the chair that I don’t even realize that Benji and James are sitting in front of us.

“Of course,” Becks mutters, pointing to those overprotective assholes. I love them both. The Evans clan is one hell of a family. I’m grateful to just be a part of it now.

After the movie, we head out to get a bite to eat. We include the guys because they’re gonna follow anyway.

“Why didn’t you just take us to the movies?”

“Because Dean sent us. The guy’s a little paranoid tonight. I can’t imagine why,” James says with a smirk on his devilishly handsome face. They all know what’s going to happen the second Dean gets a hold of me. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m only horny as hell.

After the food, Benji takes Becks’ car and drives us back to the house. It’s almost midnight and I don’t see Dean’s car outside, so I sigh and explain that I’m tired. “Happy Birthday, girlie,” Becks cheers. Then strangely they walk back out the front door.

I don’t see anyone else in the house which makes my heart flutter instead of fearful. I take a deep breath and step into Dean’s room. The lights are off, but there’s a candled path leading to the bed where Dean is sitting, staring straight at me.

“Dean,” I whisper, seeing him in just a plain white button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows with a pair of black slacks.

“59…58…57…” He counts down. I stare at my man, knowing that’s how long I have until I’m eighteen and he pounces on me. My body heats up, desire building with every single number he says. “It’s the time to say you don’t want this. Tick, tock, Greta.” I slip off my sandals, moving closer to the bed. “Fifteen…fourteen…”

My body quakes with need as his voice deepens. I lick my lips, growing ever impatient. "One. Greta, your time's up. I've given you enough time to decide what you wanted. Now, you're going to be a very good girl and take what I give you.”

Chapter Seven

Dean Jr.

"I've been a very good girl, Dean,” she whispers.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I growl, sliding my arms around her waist and lifting her onto my lap.

“Do I get to unwrap my present?” she asks, tugging at my shirt, pulling it from my pants. I groan when her hands touch my bare stomach.