Camping with Stepdaddy — Delilah Fawkes

Ever since I came home, the man I grew up with seemed somehow… different to me. Sure, I was older now, a woman who'd had been with more than one boy, but I shouldn't notice how sexy the head of the household looked in his jeans, or how ruggedly handsome he was when he smiled… should I? I shouldn't think about the glimpses I caught of him coming out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel around his waist, his broad, muscular chest, looking good enough to run my hands over, not to mention his sexy abs.

A girl shouldn't think about such things.

But all day long, I couldn't help but notice how good his ass looked when he climbed the trail ahead of me, and how strong his arms felt when he helped me jump over a fallen log, or even the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt when he was setting up this massive tent, insisting I take a load off while he worked.

Now, wearing just a tank top, braless, and pajama bottoms, I felt strangely vulnerable in his arms… and even more strangely aroused. He smelled so good -- like campfire, pine, and a warm scent that was entirely his own. For one wild moment, I wanted to lean in and kiss his neck, taste his skin, but I bit my lip instead, tamping down the desire...

But how long could I keep my feelings to myself, when he was here in our tent, holding me close?

*This 3200 word short story contains characters 18+ years old in taboo, explicit, erotic situations. For adult readers only. Happy reading!