Chapter 3

ERIK

I tell myself to drop her hand, but my body isn’t listening to me and instead just grips her tighter. It had taken all my restraint to not kiss her back there. The sight of her tongue wetting her lips had nearly done me in, but then to feel the heat of it against my neck. God, just the memory of it has my already painfully hard cock giving another lurch.

This is insane and completely wrong, and there’s no way I’m acting on it. So what if I’ve been obsessed with Gemma since she turned 18 and she’s all I can think about? She’s still my best friend’s daughter and totally off limits.

I look down at her and can’t help but return the sweet smile she gives me. This would be a lot easier if she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous. Every time she looks at me, her blue eyes shine with two things: love and lust. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore.

When we get back to the cabin, I can’t say I’m completely surprised to see that her parents aren’t here yet. This whole trip was suspicious from the very beginning. First, it was Gemma who asked me here and not her dad, and then when I talked to her parents yesterday, neither one of them said anything about a trip to the cabin this weekend. I’d ask myself why in the hell I hadn’t said anything and still come up here, but I already know the answer. Just the idea that I might be up here alone with her was enough for me to keep quiet.

I play dumb though and say, “Your parents still aren’t here. I wonder what’s keeping them.”

Her cheeks immediately heat up at my words, and she quickly looks away from me unable to meet my eyes. I know she’s feeling guilty about lying, but it’s not stopping her from doing whatever it takes to get what she wants. I always did like a determined woman.

She brushes off my comments about her parents with a shrug of her small shoulders and follows me inside the cabin. I try not to stare as she takes off her bulky jacket, revealing the tight little body that was hidden beneath it. Her jeans hug her ass in a way that makes me jealous and when my eyes slide up her body to the sweater that’s clinging to her tits, I have to force my eyes away before I reach over and rip the damn shirt off.

I go over and throw another log on the fire while she starts digging around in the kitchen. When the fire’s good and strong again, I sit at the counter and watch her start to prepare supper. I lift an eyebrow at her when she takes out two steaks from the fridge that she apparently had marinating.

“I can make my parents something later. I didn’t want to waste the steaks in case they were delayed for some reason.” She tries to hide her smile by looking down, but I see it.

“That’s probably for the best,” I say with a grin of my own.

Everything Gemma does is sexy, but there’s something about watching her fix our supper that has my dick so hard I can barely move. Maybe because it’s so domestic. Maybe it’s because I’ve envisioned this scene a million times while jacking off—the two of us married, her belly swollen with my child, and me fucking her against the counter or on the table or wherever the hell I damn well please.

It takes me a second to realize she’s staring at me, and I wonder what all she can read on my face. The counter is at least hiding my hard-on. Talk about scaring the hell out of the poor girl!

There’s an amused sparkle in her eyes. “I said I hope you’re hungry. I may have made too much food.”

“I’m ravenous,” I say, earning me a big smile and a blush that creeps up her cheeks.

Thankfully, she hands me a plate and sits at the counter next to me. I’m not sure what I would have done if I’d had to get up. I’ve never been this uncomfortably hard before, and I know I’m going to have to do something about it soon. The thought of jerking off yet again is depressing as fuck, especially when Gemma’s willing young body is just inches from mine.

I take a bite of steak and let out an appreciate groan. “Holy shit, that’s good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she says with a big grin. “I’ve been practicing my cooking skills.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s kind of odd for an 18-year-old, right?”

She looks at me like I’m a bit dense and gives me a sweet smile. “I learned for you.”

I’m too surprised to say anything for a second. Did she really learn how to do all this just so she could cook for me? The idea of that turns me on more than I can say. No one’s ever gone through that kind of trouble for me before.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she finally says when I’m still tripping over my own damn tongue. “I know you think I’m too young or that I’m off limits because your friends with my dad, but you’re wrong.”

Her face is suddenly very serious. Gone is the sweet smile and virginal blush. This look is pure determination with a large dose of need, and I feel my heart rate pick up when she leans in even closer.

“I want you, Erik. I’ve always wanted you.”

“Gemma—” I start to say, but she holds up her fork cutting me off.

“We can talk about it later,” she says with a smile. “You need to eat.

You’re going to need your strength.”