Tempting Her Guardian (Forbidden Fantasies #70) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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After it’s over, I tuck myself into my pants in a rush. But my mind reels because I know that we’ve turned a corner. Maybe what I feel for Piper is wrong, but the truth can no longer be denied: I need to claim the curvy girl, and the sooner the better.

5

Piper

Stan was behaving so weirdly during dinner today that I don’t really know what to make of it. After all, he slept through Romy and George’s sex session last night, so he’s blissfully unaware of what’s been happening in our cabin. Of course, I did see a wet spot on his side of the mattress this morning, but I figured that’s normal for a virile guy like Stan. He probably gets morning wood on the regular, and I wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leaks onto the sheets because there’s so much.

But at dinner, the alpha male was downright weird. He wouldn’t meet my eyes for one, and was careful to sit a good three feet away from me at the table. It felt like there were miles between us, although of course, we probably looked totally normal to an outside observer. Good thing Romy and George are talking and laughing like nothing’s wrong because to them, nothing is. They’re totally comfortable around one another, and to be honest, I wonder if any of the other attendees at the camp are beginning to notice the heat between those two.

At the moment, Romy’s twirling her hair around one finger as she bats her eyelashes at her stepdad.

“So do you want to see my moves, big boy?” she coos. “We learned a new routine today.”

George’s blue eyes glimmer as they trail down the beautiful blonde’s curvy figure, currently encased in a tight baby tee and short shorts.

“You bet I do,” he rasps. “You’ll have to show me tonight, hon.”

I try not to look scandalized because one, their banter is ridiculous. I mean, “my moves” and “big boy”? Where is Romy getting this dialogue? Out of a bad B-rated movie?

But clearly, it works because the heat between my friend and her stepdad is about a thousand degrees, and for the umpteenth time, I look around the cafeteria surreptitiously, wondering if other people are beginning to pick up on the vibe.

But when I slide a sideways look at Stan, he’s eating while staring at his plate. In fact, eating would be an understatement. The man is shoving forkfuls of meatloaf into his mouth like a starving bear before taking a big gulp of Coke and then attacking his mashed potatoes.

“Is everything okay, Stan?” I ask in a low tone.

My handsome guardian’s head jerks up, those blue eyes boring into mine.

“Why?” he barks.

I jerk back, surprised at his harsh tone, but he doesn’t apologize.

“It’s just that you seem very hungry,” I say in a meek voice. “You’re like a starving man who’s just seen manna after a week of fasting.”

Stan lets out a harsh grunt, dark streaks of color slashing across those high cheekbones. But he doesn’t answer and merely turns back to his food, shoveling it in again like there’s no tomorrow.

I turn back to my own dinner without any appetite because I don’t understand what I did to deserve this treatment. I’ve been nothing but polite and appropriate, so why is he treating me like a leper? Again, what did I do?

Of course, there’s the fact that I enjoyed a steamy session in the shower today while dreaming all about him. Unbeknownst to anyone, I snuck in my favorite toy with my luggage, and when I got back from practice, the cabin was empty so I used the opportunity to attach Mr. Pink to the shower stall wall. Then, I began backing myself up on that huge cock until I came with a loud scream. Did Stan hear? I hope not, although images of the gorgeous alpha male were running through my mind during the entire session. It’s so wrong, but with each slam of the toy into my cunt, I was dreaming of my handsome guardian, and I came three times as hard imagining it was the alpha male’s giant member cramming me full.

But there was no sign of Stan when I got out. The cabin was totally empty, despite the fact that a portion of the wooden floor right outside the bathroom looked like it’d just been wiped clean. But maybe it was my imagination. Maybe that shiny spot on the wood had been there the entire time, and I just didn’t notice. So I shrugged it off, and came to the mess hall for dinner.

But now it seems that Stan hates me for some reason, and tears spring to my eyes as I stare at my meatloaf. Damnit. Cheer camp is supposed to be motivational, but instead, all I feel is a sense of despair pervading my form. My shoulders sag as I swallow hard, staring at the wooden table in front of me.



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