Irresistible

Warning: This story is about an affair with your soon-to-be stepfather.

This is a fully revised and improved version of the story. I previously published 12 chapters, but decided it needed a few changes and a little extra polish.

I hope you enjoy this new version!

I’m on the phone with my friend Shelly while I unpack a few things in Mom’s guest room.

“So how long are you staying there?” she asks.

“Around six weeks. The renovations on my apartment are taking forever, and knowing my luck they’ll probably drag on even longer.”

“At least your mom has a nice place though.”

“Yeah…true. And she has a pool and a hot tub.”

“Don’t forget she’s a good cook too, so you’ll be well fed.”

“You’re right. I guess it won’t be so bad…as long as we don’t get into any arguments.”

My phone pings with a message.

“Oh, I forgot Sam wanted to go out tonight. I better go.”

“Okay, but we gotta hang out soon, too!”

“How about breakfast tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay. Meet you at our usual at nine-thirty?”

“Sure. See you then!”

I hang up and check Sam’s message.

Sam: I’m just getting ready. Pick you up in about an hour?

Me: Yep! See you soon.

Just as I hit send, the doorbell rings.

“Sachi? Are you here?” Mom calls from downstairs.

“Yeah! Just a sec!”

I head downstairs to greet her.

“There you are!” she says excitedly.

“Hi, Mom.”

I give her an awkward hug and notice a man standing behind her. She hugs me back just as awkwardly, then turns towards him.

“Sachi…I want you to meet Logan. Logan, this is my daughter, Sachiko.”

Logan steps out from behind her.

Wow.

Tall, dark and handsome to a T.

He has slightly wavy brown hair, warm eyes and a dimple in his left cheek that appears when he smiles.

“Hi, Logan.”

“Hello, Sachiko.” His voice is rich and deep as he says my name softly.

He seems a little shy, or maybe just quiet. There’s something charming about it.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” He smiles warmly.

“Logan is my fiancé!” Mom blurts out.

I stare at her. “Your…fiancé?”

Excuse me? I didn’t even know she was dating!

It’s only been a year and a half since the divorce. Isn’t this a little fast? Or am I being a prude?

“Uh…congratulations, I guess?”

She smiles. “Thanks, sweetie. I know it seems sudden…but we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”

“That’s great. Um…does Dad know?”

At the mention of Dad, an uncomfortable silence falls over the room.

Mom sighs. “We don’t exactly speak that often, but he knows I’ve been seeing someone.”

My phone pings again.

“Oh! Sam’s almost here. I have to get ready.” I start backing towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you!”

I hurry upstairs.

Back in the guest bedroom, I quickly throw on an outfit and finish applying some lip gloss.

The doorbell rings again.

Sam.

I grab my bag and rush downstairs. I’m about to open the door when Logan’s voice comes from behind me.

“Where are you going?”

I turn around.

What the hell? Why does he care?

He moves closer.

I can smell his cologne.

In fact, he’s standing so close, I can feel his breath against my face.

“Especially dressed like that.”

“Like what?”

He doesn’t elaborate. But that dimple appears, like it’s in on a joke.

“I take it that’s Sam at the door?”

He says Sam like the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

His eyes stay fixed on mine until the doorbell rings again.

I step away and brush past him to open the door.

Sam’s standing there looking slightly annoyed.

“What took you so long?”

“Sorry. Lost track of time.”

Sam’s expression softens as his gaze travels over me.

“You look gorgeous, babe.”

He grabs me around the waist and kisses me on the cheek.

Behind me, Logan clears his throat. I glance back to find one brow arched, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Uh, this is Sam. Sam, this is Logan…Mom’s fiancé.”

Sam looks surprised.

“Fiancé? No shit!”

Logan seems less than impressed. “Where are you two going?”

“We’re going to Club Mix tonight. Time to let loose!”

Sam does a little hip shimmy.

“Don’t have too much fun now,” Logan says with a smile.

“No promises!” I laugh.

“Come on, let’s get outta here.” Sam grabs my hand and leads me away. “See ya, Logan!”

Logan’s leaning against the doorway, his eyes fixed on me as I climb into the passenger seat.

At the club, Sam leads me onto the dance floor.

“C’mere, babe.”

His hands settle on my hips and I loop my arms around his neck, letting the music take over.

For a few moments, I finally relax.

Then, without warning, I imagine it’s Logan behind me instead.

Before I can even question how messed up that is, the fantasy takes over.

I turn in his arms, pressing back against him.

“Mmm…”

One hand slides over my breast while the other grips my hip and pulls me tighter against him.

I grind against his erection.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers in my ear.

I press my hand over his on my breast, making him squeeze harder.

“You’re making me lose control.” His voice is hoarse.

“I want you to lose control.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

I run my hand over his straining cock and squeeze gently.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

I picture him taking me right there on the dance floor.

My breathing grows heavier. I’m actually panting now-

“Damn, you are on fire tonight!”

Sam’s voice snaps me back to reality.

My eyes fly open.

Oh my God. What the hell…

Sam wipes the sweat from his brow.

“Come on, let’s get a drink.”

“Good idea.”

I need to sit down after that.

I follow him to a nearby table, while he heads to the bar.

A few moments later, he returns with a cocktail for me and a beer for himself. I take a large gulp.

“Whoa, slow down.”

I really hope he’s not there when I get back.

“Sachi?”

I blink, realising Sam’s been talking to me.

“Huh? What was that?”

“I said it’s getting late and I should take you home. I’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

“Oh. Right. Sure.”

I’ve been so distracted thinking about Logan that I haven’t heard a word Sam’s said.

Well, if he’s there…maybe they’re asleep. Or maybe they’re…ew, no.

We’re parked outside Mom’s house. Only the porch light is on.

Well, that’s something.

Sam leans across the console and takes my chin in his hand, drawing me closer.

He kisses me sweetly at first, but the kiss soon deepens.

Finally, he pulls back.

“I wish you could stay over at my place and I didn’t have to get up so early tomorrow.” He smiles wryly. “Although, you know we wouldn’t get much sleeping done if you did.”

I smile and reach for the door handle. “It’s okay. Another time.”

I wave goodbye and watch Sam drive away.

When I reach the front door, I barely get my key near the lock before it swings open.

Logan is standing there.

“Oh!” I almost drop my keys.

“You scared me. Were you watching this whole time?”

“Get in before you catch a cold.”

I step inside and he closes the door behind me.

“What do you even see in that kid?”

I stare at him.

What’s it to him?

“If you were my girlfriend, I would’ve opened the car door for you. Walked you to the house. That jerk didn’t even wait to see if you got safely inside before he drove off.”

I’m not really sure what to say. Sam’s always been like that.

It’s never bothered me before.

I wonder if Logan’s this sweet and protective with Mom?

“It’s no big deal.”

I shrug and make my way towards the stairs.

Logan steps in front of me and braces one arm across the railing, blocking my path. I look up at him, surprised.

He holds my gaze. “You didn’t say goodnight.” His voice is low and steady.

I raise an eyebrow.

Really?

“Goodnight, Logan.”

“Goodnight, Sachiko,” he says softly.

“You can call me Sachi.”

He reaches out and brushes my hair away from my face.

My breath catches.

Then he leans in and kisses me softly on the cheek.

His lips hover near my ear.

“Goodnight, Sachi.”