Free Stepdaddy Savage by Charleigh Rose

aggressive group hug, and all I can feel is other people’s hands and arms on my back and ass when something, don’t ask me what, makes me raise my head up to Graham’s office window that’s overlooking the front yard. The minute my eyes land on his window, my eyes click with his. He’s standing by the glass, his chin up, his expression proud and dangerous, staring at me like a hawk ready to dive down and destroy his prey. I shiver from the intensity. Unlocking myself from my girlfriends’ hug, I smile apologetically at them.
    “Who’s here?” I ask Jade.
    “Who isn’t?” She snorts out a laugh. “Stepdaddy Hottest was kind enough to shell out 2k for this party. Word got out.” She opens her arms, as if to say “well what can you do?” “Long story short? Half the school’s here. You better run upstairs and wear something nice.”
    I do just that. I shoulder my way through the crowd of very drunk high school kids, all seniors like me, though, pushing and laughing and dancing in my living room. Graham is a private person, so I bet giving Jade the green light to do this was a sacrifice for him. It makes me want to give him my virginity even more. Not because I care about this stupid party, but because he cares about me. And in my world…in my world it’s everything and more. I’ve never had this before.
    I open the door to my bedroom and find my sexy handsome lover lying on my bed, his shoulders pressed against my pink headboard, his legs stretched out, one over the other. I gulp, closing the door after me and taking a step deeper into the room. I can merely see the shadow of him since the lights are out, but I see his brooding expression, tailored suit and his fingers entwined over his lap. There’s nothing I want more than to kick everybody out of this goddamned house and ride him rodeo-style until my whole body is aching and bruised.
    “Thank you for the party,” I say. He doesn’t answer, just reaches one hand toward me. I stand still, staring at his hand confused. Should I take it? It doesn’t look like an invitation.
    “The keys,” he commands simply after a beat of silence, and I release the breath I’ve been holding inside me since I walked into this room. I hand him the brown paper bag and switch on the light.
    “What’s in the bag?” He raises an eyebrow at my question.
    “Keys. Like I told you.”
    “If It’s just keys, then why couldn’t I open it?” He holds out the bag for me to take.
    “Go ahead, open it.” He smirks. Why is he being so weird? Why did I have to pick up the keys? Don’t locksmiths usually come to you for this sort of thing? My hesitance to open it is beat out by my nosiness. I rip the top open, and spill the contents out onto the bed. What the fuck?
    They’re keys, all right. Plastic, baby keys, in every color of the freaking rainbow. At least Carter’s baby comment makes sense now.
    “Baby toys, Graham? Really? You sent me to the Bronx for this shit?” He chuckles at my perplexed face, explaining that he had to get me out of the house to let Jade set up the surprise somehow. “You guys are ridiculous. But thank you.” It’s totally over-the-top and unnecessary, but it does feel good to have people in my life who care about me enough to celebrate my birthday.
    His expression turns serious. “What’s the matter?” I ask.
    He ignores me. “You know what happens when you turn eighteen?”
    I lick my lips top to bottom, staring at his hands, wishing he’d move them so I can take a better look at his groin. Seeing his erection, his cock saluting for me, is the hottest thing in the world. I’ll never get enough of it.
    “You’re going to finally make love to me.” I bat my eyelashes.
    “Wrong,” he sing-songs in his Irish accent. “Try again.”
    “You’re going to screw me?” I joke, cocking one eyebrow, but he obviously cannot see this in the dark. He scoots closer to the edge, sitting down now, and his huge tall frame covers half my