In Love With My Step-Father

Ch. 8

"You're grounded for a month?"

"Yes," she grumbled, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "She freaked the f**k out on me, which isn't fair. The whole reason I was doing that is because her husband has been kissing me whenever he sees me—"

"I don't think you should say that out loud," he whispered, noticing a few eyes turning.

Nya rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I'm not going to speak to him ever again."

"He is your step-father—"

"Soon-to-be, right now he's just a random fiancé. Can you believe I don't even have a phone?"

"She took your phone?"

"Yea, and I can't have you over until she tells me otherwise."

Suddenly, Nya felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and when she glanced upwards, she frowned when it was one of her peers in her Algebra class. She had spoken to him a few times, but he was apart of the football team and had a large group of athletic jocks that she always avoided conversations with him.

Blake sat down beside her, "Would you happen to have the homework done?"

Nya chuckled, "Yea, you can copy it."

"Or you could start doing your own homework for a change?" Harry said nastily. When Blake met his gaze challengingly, Harry did not turn away either.

"I wasn't even talking to you," Blake snarled dismissively, beginning to copy the rest of the homework Nya had done.

Before Harry could respond, Nya intervened, "Cut it out, it's not a big deal."

"I know it's not, your friend here—alright I'm done talking."

When Blake eventually stood, thanked her and left, Harry scoffed, "Why do you keep letting him do this, he's just using you."

Nya shrugged her shoulders, growing flustered as she mumbled, "I don't know—"

"You like him."

"Can you keep your voice down?"

"How could you like a dude like that, he's lazy, doesn't work for anything, has everything handed to him, as witnessed—"

"You're making a big deal from nothing." The bell rang right after, and she stood to her feet, "Ready?"

"Yes, this whole conversation has me cringing." She threw the rest of her sandwich in the garbage and Harry followed behind her.

After school, she was not excited to return home and be refrained from human contact until said otherwise. However, she depressively said goodbye to her best friend, who laughed as he hugged her back and was on her way home. She entered her house quietly, and closed the door behind her, throwing her keys to the side and dropping her bag.

She headed to the kitchen and grabbed a banana, munching on a few snacks before she heard noises upstairs.

"Mom?"

There was no response, and that caused her skin to become pale. As she slowly walked towards the staircase, she called again, "Mom?"

There was again no reply, and although she was reluctant, she began making her way up the stairs. She heard more noises from the bathroom, and when she peeked inside, she realized it was Luke, humming to himself as he fixed something under the cabinet.

He noticed her as well, and immediately pulled the headphone from his ear, "Nya, you're home earlier—Nya wait."

She had started walking away from him, and headed for her bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it before he could say anything more. He dropped his tools and rushed after her, but reached her door right when it closed.

"Nya, come on, at least hear me out."

"Can you leave please?"

"I'm sorry," Lucas sounded hurt, and his sighs were long and shaky. "I didn't mean for it to go that way, I just...I'll admit, I was jealous and I overreacted."

Nya raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Yes, I told you I have a tiny crush on you, and I thought you were starting to open up to the idea of being with me, and finding you with someone else in your room made me angry." He scratched the side of his face, squeezing his eyes shut since he thought he was making everything worse, "Look, you didn't deserve that, and I'll talk to your mom, try to reason with her. I messed up, and I feel really bad about it. I really am sorry Nya."

It was the first time someone had ever sincerely apologized to Nya with such pain in their tone, and although she wanted to remain angry, her breath fell short in her throat. There was only silence for a moment, then he heard the door unlock, and she pulled it open, only enough for her face to show.

"I'm not dating Harry."

Luke furrowed his brows, "What do you—"

"We were fake dating." She exhaled a long sigh, "What were doing to my mom is really bad Lucas, and I thought that would make you avoid me. Obviously it didn't, and now I'm spilling the truth so..."

"I can't keep pretending that I don't feel anything for you though—"

"Regardless, my mother doesn't deserve this. And it's worse because having your...attention really does make me feel...good."

Lucas paused for a moment, observing Nya shyly twirl her thumbs and avoid his gaze, and he did what his instincts told him to do. He pushed inside the room and gripped her jaw, lowering his lips to meet hers, to which she lifted herself on his tippy-toes to shorten the distance.

He made certain to close the door behind him and lock it before grabbing her by the waist and shoving her against the wall. Surprisingly, Nya, her entire body filled with ecstasy that rushed across her body, did not resist, rather returned the same aggression by biting his bottom lip dominantly.

Lucas chuckled, and his fingers began playing with the end of her shirt to which she consented, raising her hands and letting him pull her shirt above his head. As he gripped her from her lower back to lift her and walk her towards the bed, she whispered in his ear, "I don't think...mother will like this—"

"Shh," Luke cooed, biting her neck and hearing her moan, "she doesn't have to know. It'll be our little secret."

Before she could even answer, she felt his fingers at her belt and she allowed him to pull her pants down. Then, without her knowing, his lips began lowering from her neck to each breast, where she moaned from his tongue and nibbling, toying with her, before he reached her rib, then her abs and soon enough, he reached her part.

And when she felt his tongue, her entire body fell into such a shock. It was almost as if she could not only feel the sensation, but taste it, touch it, hear it, and smell it. It had invaded all of her five senses to the point that her vision was blurring from every time his finger dove once at a time, hitting the perfect spot.

His tongue was quick, in spasm, and before she knew it, her entire body twitched and she tightened her legs together, around his head. Although she was panting, he continued and her entire body tensed, her fingers reaching for his head and trying to pull him away, but he pinned down her wrists.

"L-Luca—" and she orgasmed a second time.

That was when he finished, and he lifted himself, his lips reached for hers and he gently placed a short kiss on them. It was warm, endearing, and irresistible that she had completely forgotten about her mother.

She found it strange when Lucas merely tumbled over and laid beside her, staring at the ceiling as she did. "Y-You...don't want anything?"

"No," he replied coolly with a smirk, "not today."