Chapter 5

Kylie

Reaching behind me, I lay my hands on his thighs and lean back in a long line, rolling my hips and watching his cock slip in and out of me, wishing it was someone else’s. I stutter at that, at Xavier’s face, so I close my eyes and turn my head slightly and get back to my fantasy.

I’m back to moaning in no time with Xavier groaning beneath me as he fucks me desperately. I can tell he’s already close, so I race to keep up, my finger rubbing fiercely at my clit.

A noise has my eyes opening. It wasn’t particularly loud, but for some reason it caught my attention. Xavier is too lost to notice, but I do. There’s a shadow in the hallway. I freeze for a second, knowing who it is. The big outline moves, shifting slightly, and the floorboard creaks again—that was the sound I heard.

I should be disgusted, I should stop.

But I don’t. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, knowing he’s watching me, so I roll my hips harder and rub my clit. I keep my eyes on Xavier’s dad’s shadow, and with a whimper, I come. My pussy clamps around Xavier’s cock as he grunts and stills below me. But I still don’t look away, my eyes on the shadow.

Xavier reaches up and cups my head, turning me to him before sitting up slightly and kissing me. “That was great, go clean up,” he murmurs, as he slaps my hip to get me moving.

Swallowing, I climb off him, my eyes going to the door, but it’s empty now. Did I imagine it…or was he really there?

* * *

I freeze. Did I pick this short skirt for Xavier…or his dad? Shit. Xavier is already downstairs, and I can hear them talking.

We promised to eat breakfast before we left. I’ve showered, done my hair and makeup, and now I’m staring at myself in the mirror.

I wear sluttier stuff than this, but after last night, I’m questioning it. It’s a short pleated yellow skirt paired with a white crop top. But I have no other clothes, plus it’s hot as hell outside, so I tug it down and head downstairs.

They are both quiet when I come in. Xavier grins while his dad stands—Jesse, I need to stop referring to him as Dad, or worse, Daddy.

Or maybe not.

Jesse heads to the machine in the corner. “Coffee?” he rumbles, his dark voice making me shiver.

“Please.” I nod and smile at Xavier as I slip into the chair next to him.

Jesse leans over my shoulder, his arm brushing mine, making me gasp quietly as he places the mug before me. His chest vibrates behind me. “There you go,” he offers quietly.

“Thank you, Jesse.” I swallow as he moves away, almost slumping.

He just carries such a power that it’s crazy.

He sits down, his dark eyes on me as Xavier eats, oblivious to the tension. “Sugar and milk are on the counter if you want any.”

Nodding gratefully, I stand and then hesitate. Instead of heading around the corner, I do something daring. Xavier isn’t looking, and Jesse’s chair is facing me, not Xavier’s…

I can’t help but tease him. I lean over the counter to grab my sugar and milk, causing my skirt to lift up my thighs and flash my white panties. When I turn around, I meet his dark gaze, but he quickly looks away and I frown. Why do I want a reaction? Why do I care?

Sitting back down, I make my coffee and then cup it warming my hands. “So, Kylie, you’re a singer, correct?” Jesse asks, leaning back in his chair, his thick thighs parted.

I nod with a smile. “I am, and a dancer. I studied criminology at university, but honestly, I love singing.” I shrug. “I sang at a bar to pay for my accommodation and courses, and then just decided to stay on after.”

“She’s really good,” Xavier mumbles, his mouth filled with food. Jesse’s lips quirk down at that as he stares at Xavier in disgust for a moment before looking back at me.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you perform one day. I bet you’re quite the performer,” he comments, those dark eyes dropping to my lips.

I shift in my chair and try to ignore the pulsing of my pussy. There’s no missing his double meaning—he’s talking about the pool…and last night.

“Babe, will you grab me a water?” Xavier requests as he wipes his mouth. “Fridge.”

Nodding, I place my mug down and slip from my chair, heading to the fridge. I open it and spot the water at the bottom, so I bend to grab one and freeze, realising I’m flashing the whole room, and I can feel eyes on me.

Dark, thrilling eyes.

Forbidden.

Straightening, I turn as I shut the fridge with my hip, but Jesse is gone. I watch his back as he retreats down the corridor while I stand there with the cool bottle of water.

Why do I care?

I shouldn’t, but I do.