Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 89

2: Georgina.

This is it. I'm finally free.

I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.

Watching me through broody, slate — gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.

What is his deal today?

Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action.

“Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you're so quiet?”

His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.”

Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea.

Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn't it? The confusing way Aleksei makes me feel?

My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water —- speckled glass, I saw his naked, six — foot — eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn't have. Or he wouldn't have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian.

Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I'm pretty sure girls aren't supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they're not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl's will.

Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams.