Wild Thoughts Page 2

  Addison chokes on her water, my dad drops his fork, and Melinda’s mouth falls open.

  “Zeth,” Leonard says in warning.

  I shrug. “Don’t get mad at me for being honest. I don’t have the money to be replacing furniture.”

  “No sex under this roof, period,” he sternly clarifies.

  “We don’t believe in pre-marital sex in this house,” Melinda adds.

  “So when you say we, you mean everybody?” I ask, looking back at Addison, who’s now nervously playing with her napkin.

  “Yes, I mean everybody. My daughter doesn’t need to be exposed to your … indiscretions,” Melinda answers, like the word even makes her uncomfortable. “If you feel like you need to participate in that type of behavior, go somewhere else. Not in my home.”

  I grin. “I’ll be sure not to corrupt my virginal stepsister.”

  3

  Addison

  I’m so screwed.

  No, screwed is an understatement.

  I’m pretty much done for.

  I thought I was going to have a panic attack during dinner. I sat there, chugging glasses of water and silently praying it would mutate into something containing alcohol–lots of alcohol. I racked my brain for the best excuse to come up with for when Zeth decided to rat me out.

  I almost died from humiliation when my mom told him I’m saving myself for marriage. According to her, I have virtues. She assumes that, anyway. She’s the one who made that pact, not me. I’ve never once said I’m saving myself for marriage. I know if she finds out I broke her hopes and dreams, she’ll probably ship me away to do some soul searching this summer. I’m not about to do any of that eat, pray, love crap.

  But Zeth shockingly kept his mouth shut. Instead, he decided that I was going to be his enjoyment for dinner. I wanted to lean across the table and strangle him for the endless sexual innuendos and comments he made, trying his best to get me all riled up. He’s bad news. I know he’s going to use this as leverage, and if I make one wrong move, he’s going to tear me in two.

  I can’t have that happen. It’s time to make a deal.

  I hear his rugged voice when I stop in front of the guest room door.

  “Love you too, mom,” he says.

  I don’t knock until I hear silence, and I shuffle my bare feet back and forth against the carpet, waiting for a reply, but get nothing.

  I knock again. Silence.

  “It’s Addison,” I say softly, hoping he can hear me.

  I jump when the door clicks open, and his tall frame stands in front of me, way too close into my space. I gulp, suddenly becoming aware of my own breathing when I eye his bare chest.

  He’s ripped, insanely ripped. Tattoos decorate his arms. Adrenaline spreads through my body like a bullet, and I use every ounce of self-control I have not to reach out and touch him. I squeeze my thighs together when I notice he’s only wearing a towel that hangs low on his hips. A deep V cuts down his abdomen and dips underneath the blue cloth.

  The air grows thick. I should leave, but my feet are refusing to make that jump start because I want to continue eye-fucking him. I know I can’t touch … but looking isn’t bad, right?

  “If you get busted down here, it’s my ass, princess,” he says, harshly.

  He’s right. If I get caught, they’ll blame him and somehow twist it around like he forced me to do it. My mom thinks I do no wrong.

  I gasp when he snags my chin roughly in his hand and drags it up for me to look at his face.

  “Usually I’m the one to being told, “my eyes are up here,” but hey, my eyes are up here,” he says, arrogantly. “Unless you’re going to do something about it, quit eyeing my cock like you want to wrap your innocent lips around it. I don’t feel like jacking off tonight.”

  “Our parents are asleep,” I say, only answering his first comment because I sure as hell don’t know how to respond to the other.

  He arches a brow. “Is that an invite?”

  “What? No!”

  He shrugs. “Your loss.”

  He walks backward and falls down on the bed. His vibrant green eyes meet mine while I stand there awkwardly playing with my hands, trying to figure out where to start. I should’ve pre-planned my speech.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he finally asks, helping me out. His eyes travel down my body this time. “And FYI, I like this look on you.”

  My hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, and all I’m wearing is striped pajama shorts and a tank top.

  “I’d prefer you always come to my room naked, but this look works too.”

  I roll my eyes and walk into the room. I need to cut to the chase before I chicken out. “You’re not going to tell them, are you?”

  He kicks a leg up and rests his back against the headboard. If I bend down, I’ll get a view of his cock. I swallow hard. He’s messing with me. His goal is to make me uncomfortable.

  A smile forms on his thick lips, giving me a show of his straight, white teeth. “Ah, so that’s why you’re here. Not to shower me with welcome love, or jump in my bed, but to make sure I won’t rat on your pretty ass. My lips are sealed, virgin princess.”

  I scowl at him but choose to ignore his insult. “Thank you.”

  “It’s not my business to tell. And I expect the same from you.”

  “What?”

  “You won’t be opening up your mouth when I break the rules. You’ll turn around, walk your sassy ass up those stairs, and act like you didn’t see shit.”

  I close my eyes, and my face blushes when I think about him having sex in front of me. Goosebumps roll across my skin. It excites me more than I’ve ever been with Cam, and Zeth isn’t even touching me. I take a deep breath and shake my head. He can’t know he’s getting to me.

  “Oh really?” I say. “Because that’s what you did with me? You turned around and left?”

  He laughs. “It was too good not to interrupt. You two looked like you were giving a tutorial on the worst attempt of fucking. Was it your first time? Please tell me it was your first time, and that sex isn’t really that dreadful for some people.”

  I pretend his insult doesn’t cut straight through me. “For that comment, I won’t be turning around and running. I think it’s only fair I interrupt you and make a scene in front of whatever hooker you paid to sleep with you.”

  “Interrupt, partake in the fun, watch. I don’t mind if you do any of those. But you won’t be opening up your mouth. We both fuck freely, and no one else will know.”

  “Fine, deal.” I won’t be going downstairs unless absolutely necessary.

  “Doesn’t it suck, though?” he asks, stopping me when I turn around to leave.

  I look back at him. “Doesn’t what suck?”

  “Sneaking around. Hiding what you’re doing because they have a giant holy stick up their asses.”

  “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to tell my parents I’m having sex.”

  He raises a brow.

  “Oh shove it, I’m sure you didn’t go around telling your mom you were banging girls in your room.”

  A sly smile beams across his face. “Oh babe, my mom knew I was fucking girls in my bed. They couldn’t hold back their screams. And trust me, they never had to be told to open their legs wider. I made sure to give it to them right. The deeper, the better.”

  I feel an aching numbness in my nipples. I wrap my arms around my chest, so he won't notice how much his words are turning me on.

  “I highly doubt that,” I snap, mad at myself. I’ve never felt this turned on before, not even with my boyfriend, and he’s doing nothing but insulting me.

  “How old are you?”

  I lean back against the wall. “Eighteen.”

  “You’re an adult, and you’re still here? Move out and fuck freely in your own place.”

  “It’s more complicated than just moving out and having my own place.” I wish I could pack my bags and leave, but I can’t risk my future for temporary happiness
. “I don’t have the money to do that.”

  “Get a job.”

  I shake my head. “I’m leaving for school soon. I’m sticking it out until then, playing by their rules, and then I’m out of here.”

  He crosses his arms behind him and rests his head back against them. “Not exactly playing by their rules if you’re getting railed by your boyfriend down here.”

  “Very funny,” I say, and my phone starts vibrating. I look down to see Cam’s name flashing on the screen. “I have to go. Thanks for not saying anything. I’ll do the same for you.”

  “No problem, pleasure doing business. See you around, sis.”

  My phone stops ringing, and I turn around to look at him. “Don’t call me that.”

  “Would you like me to call you something else? Because if we do decide to break the rules together, screw each other a few times, that might be a little weird calling you sis.”

  I give him the finger and leave the room.

  4

  Zeth

  Good morning, Zeth,” Sally greets when I walk into the kitchen and fall down on a stool. “I hope pancakes are okay.”

  A full plate of food is dropped in front of me.

  I met Sally last night. She’s their housekeeper, cook, and whatever the fuck else she does. She’s an older lady, most likely in her sixties given the wrinkles lying underneath her eyes, but she seems cool so far.

  I pick up my fork. “My breakfasts usually consists of leftover pizza or Captain Crunch, so this is definitely okay.” I grab the syrup. “Is everyone else gone?”

  “Your father left for work a few hours ago. Melinda is attending a charity brunch, and Addison is out for her morning run.”

  She hands me a glass of orange juice. I’m not sure how I like this having someone serve me shit.

  “If everyone is out, grab a plate and have a seat. It will be our little secret,” I say.

  She gives me an amused smile. “I’ve already eaten my breakfast, but thank you for the offer. I’m allowed to take breaks. This isn’t a sweatshop.”

  I chuckle. “Got it. Will you answer a question for me, though?”

  She nods in response.

  “What’s the deal with the daughter, Addison?”

  I pride myself on quickly figuring people out. I know if they’re going to try to fuck me over, or if they’re decent, but I’m having a hard time with her. She puts off this whole I’m a virgin front, but I know deep inside there’s a rebellious fire burning.

  “She’s a lovely girl. I’ve been working for this family since she was eleven, and I have no complaints.”

  I raise a brow. “That’s it? That’s all you got for me?”

  “I think you need to figure out who she is on your own, but I will tell you one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “There’s more to her than what you see.”

  She grabs a handful of dirty dishes and starts washing them. I spin around in my seat when I hear the door open, and my eyes widen when I find Addison walking in.

  She’s wearing a pink sports bra that shows off her flat stomach and gives me a glimpse of her endless curves. Sweat is dripping from the bottom of the bra and falling down her smooth skin. Shorts so tight they’re like a fucking second skin stop at the top of her thighs. They look more like panties than they do shorts.

  Fuck, the un-virginal girl trying to pull off the virginal act has a hot as fuck body.

  If she were a virgin or didn’t have a boyfriend, if I knew she’d never had the feeling of a cock inside her, I’d be dragging her to my room right now and making it my fucking mission to break her in. A body that sweet deserves to be fucked and fucked right.

  “Addison,” Sally says, breaking my attention. “I have your breakfast.”

  “Mmmm… thanks,” she moans out.

  I turn around and look away, telling my dick not to get excited when she sits down next to me.

  She glances my way. “Good morning, Zeth.”

  “Morning, princess.” I point to her plate. “What the fuck is that shit?”

  “Eggs, hummus, and peanut butter toast topped with flax and pumpkin seeds.”

  “It’s what? The only thing I got from that was eggs and those aren’t eggs. Your plate looks like breakfast for birds.”

  “They’re egg whites, they’re healthier.” She scoops up a bite. “Want to try?”

  I curl up my lip and swat her hand away. “Fuck no.”

  “More for me then.” She shoves the fork in her mouth.

  I shake my head at her. “Hey Sally, is there an extra car to use? I need to go job hunting.”

  “There isn’t.” Sally pauses like she’s trying to figure something out. “I can ask your father if it’s okay to lend you mine. I don’t mind.”

  “I can take you,” Addison rushes out.

  “Appreciate it, but that’s not necessary,” I answer. “I’ll take Sally’s car or call a cab.”

  “You’re going to be paying a butt load of cab fare around here. I don’t have anything to do. Getting out of the house sounds like a good idea today.”

  “Cool, thanks.”

  This is a bad fucking idea.

  Addison finishes off her food. “Let me shower real quick, and then we can head out.”

  Sally waits until Addison leaves the kitchen before resting her elbows on the counter and giving me a serious look. “I told you she’s a good girl. Don’t go breaking her heart. You hear me?”

  “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not planning on being here long.”

  She wouldn’t want me. She likes boys who wear cargo shorts and fucking flip-flops.

  My cock pulsates when Addison comes skipping down the stairs twenty minutes later.

  Her tits bounce with each step, and I lick my lips with hunger. The yellow sundress hugging her curves shows off her toned legs. Her hair is wrapped up in some type of braid that’s running along the back of her ear, exposing her long neck.

  “You ready to go?” she asks.

  I take a step closer, noticing the hint of mascara on her lashes. Her plump lips are painted a pale pink. Even though she has the whole minimal, sweet girl look going on, she’s sure as hell working it.

  The snap of her fingers in my face startles me. “You ready to go?” she repeats, whipping around and walking toward the garage.

  I fix my eyes on her perfect little ass on my way out and whistle when I notice the white Mercedes sedan beep. “Damn, nice car. You buy this yourself?”

  She climbs into the driver’s side. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

  I slide into the leather seat. “Right …”

  “I did pay for it myself,” she fires back, defensively.

  “With what? Your sweet ass?”

  “No, asshole. I paid for it with my trust fund money.”

  I can’t help but burst out in laughter. “That’s not you paying for it. That’s mommy and daddy forking out their hard earned money to some spoiled rich girl. I bet you’ve never even had a job.”

  I have a piece of shit Beretta at home that barely runs, but I worked hard for it. I was proud of myself when I got the keys after working all summer. The fucker has broken down on me a few times, but it’s still a trooper.

  “Whatever,” she grumbles.

  She slams her foot down on the gas pedal, and we go speeding down the driveway.

  Damn, looks like I hit a sensitive spot.

  “So tell me, why are you doing this?” I ask.

  “I told you I have nothing else to do. I need some fresh air.”

  “Fresh air? You could’ve gotten that anywhere.”

  “Fine, I think you’re interesting. Plus, you’re like family now. I figured we should get to know each other.”

  I point to myself. “Please tell me what makes me so intriguing to you, princess. That I don’t give a fuck? That I look different than your prim and proper family? Because I’ve been arrested?”

  “You don’t care about authority or w
hat people think about you. You say what’s on your mind. I wish I could be like that.”

  “Trust me, you don’t want my shit. Keep walking down your goodie two-shoes trail, and you’ll find yourself a nice little life complete with a white picket fence.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Forget it. Where do you want to look for a job?”

  I scratch my head. “I’m not sure. You got any ideas? I’ll take anything right now.”

  I spent almost all my money on legal fees and my plane ticket out here. I need to make money, and I need to make it fast, so I can get my own place for the next six months. I looked up jobs on Craigslist last night, but there wasn’t shit.

  “You can try the country club. I know they’re hiring for the summer,” she suggests.

  I snort, choking out a laugh. “I highly doubt they’ll hire me at a country club. Those places are filled with snotty assholes.”

  “Not everyone there is a snotty asshole. We’re members, use your dad and me as references.”

  I don’t want to work for guys who could qualify as Leonard’s twin. I’ll probably end up laying one of them out with my fist.

  She catches onto my hesitation. “If you don’t want to, we can try other places, but you’ll make good money there. Members tip well when they’re drinking, which is almost always. They think the higher the tip they give, the richer they look.”

  “They got any tattoo shops around here?”

  That’s where I worked back in California, and I was finally starting to build up a decent client list before everything went down.

  She keeps her eyes on the road. “Um … not that I know of.”

  “Of course, you wouldn’t know.” My body jerks forward when she breaks hard at a red light.

  “Quit being a dick to me, okay? I haven’t done anything to you. I’m trying to help you, and you’re doing nothing but acting like some raging douchebag.”

  “You’re helping me in exchange of keeping my mouth shut about walking in on your boyfriend pounding into your pussy.”