Don’t Let Your Mind Go There

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TATE

The food was incredible, and my stomach was full after finishing my plate. Still, that didn’t stop me from ordering a strawberry milkshake for dessert. Ronan ordered one as well. They came almost immediately after ordering them, and they were gone just as fast.

Everything I had eaten was perfect, and I wasn’t sure I’d be satisfied with Mom and Dad’s cooking for the rest of the trip. Luckily, I could just sneak over here and buy something if I ever need to.

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” Mom asked with a pleased grin on her lips.

“Very. We should eat here every night,” Ronan teased.

Dad chuckled and shook his head. “That would cost us more than this trip.”

As they continued to talk, I got lost in my thoughts again. I needed to find a way to spend more time with Dad. Alone. I wanted to get closer too.

Sitting next to him wasn’t giving me the satisfaction I thought it would, but I had the chance to get just a tiny bit closer without anyone noticing.

I looked at his face, then dropped my gaze to his lap. His elbows were resting on the edge of the table, and he was leaning forward as he kept talking to Mom and Ronan.

Slowly, I reached out my hand and placed it on his thigh. I kept it there without moving for a moment, then I started to caress his leg with my fingertips.

He seemed to like it, but the longer my hand was on his thigh, the more I felt him tense.

He cleared his throat and shot me a quick glance, then his hand covered mine, and my heart skipped a beat.

But my excitement didn’t last long.

He took my hand and placed it on my thigh, patting it gently before moving away. He got up from the booth and cleared his throat one more time before saying. “I’ll be right back. We can leave when I get back.”

I followed him with my eyes and watched him disappear in the back. His touch had left a strange feeling inside of me. There was something pulling me toward him, and without thinking about it too much, I got up and excused myself to head to the restroom myself.

Something deep inside of me was telling me not to follow him. To just let this need of being close to him go, and to not think about it too much. But that was hard, and truthfully, I didn’t want to ignore the way I felt.

I didn’t have to use the toilet, so I waited in the narrow hallway for Dad to come out of the men’s bathroom. I leaned against the wall and watched the door, and when it finally opened, Dad appeared and let out a heavy sigh when he saw me.

“Tate.” His voice was hard, and he looked way too serious for this not being a serious situation.

“What?”

“You know what. You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” I frowned.

I wasn’t stupid.

I knew what I was doing, but I hated how he was pushing me away.

“You know what I mean. You can’t touch me like that. And you can’t follow me.”

I furrowed my brows further. “I don’t think they noticed.”

“That’s not the issue, Tate. You simply can’t do that again.”

“But I thought we—”

“Don’t.” He looked at me with a warning glare. “Don’t go there.”

“But, Dad—”

“Stop, Tate.

He was upsetting me. What was his problem? I thought he wanted this too. Hell, I knew he wanted this. Why was he being like this now?

I crossed my arms and looked at his feet. “Sorry.”

I heard him sigh again, and when he took a step forward, I lifted my head to meet his eyes. He looked defeated, but he was trying to keep it together. His hands came up to cup my face, and with his thumbs, he caressed my cheeks gently while keeping his eyes on mine.

“I don’t mean to push you away, Tate. But we can’t go there. You can’t let your mind go there. Not just yet.” His voice was low, and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too early.”

He expected me to simply accept and understand what he said, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to wait.

“But…we can be careful,” I suggested.

“No, Tate. You know that won’t work.”

“We’re not back home.”

“I know we’re not.” He studied me, letting his eyes wander all over my face, with his gaze lingering a little too long on my lips. “But you know how dangerous it was back home. I don’t want to risk things.”

“We’ll be careful. I know we can be,” I assured him, placing both my hands on his stomach.

Dad shook his head, and before I could protest, he moved away from me. “Stop thinking about it.”

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he left me standing there in the hallway. My heart felt heavy, and there were too many thoughts running through my mind to understand them all.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe here wasn’t the right place to get closer.

Maybe the time for us to be together hadn’t come yet.

But even with him denying his feelings and pushing me away, I could see it in his eyes that it was hard for him to push me away.

He loved me.

I knew it.

I felt it.

And I wasn’t going to give up on us.

***

After getting back to the cabin, Mom and Dad said goodnight to us and headed straight to their bedroom. I heard the shower and laughter through the walls, and I wondered how I’d be able to sleep when I had Ronan kicking me in his sleep, and our parents enjoying time together in the other room.

I sighed and went to my suitcase to find my headphones, but they were nowhere to be found. “I probably forgot them in the car,” I muttered.

“What?”

“My headphones. I think I left them in the car.” I turned to look at Ronan. He was already in bed.

“You can use mine,” he told me, reaching for the headphones on the nightstand to his right. “Ah, shit…I drained the battery on the drive here. I have to charge them over night.”

I pursed my lips, slowly coming to terms that I would have to try really hard not to care about the noises around me.

“Do you want me to go get yours out of the car?” he then asked.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just get them tomorrow when it’s light out.”

“Are you scared?” Ronan smirked at me.

“No.”

He raised his hands and chuckled before turning his attention back to the book he had in his lap. I had brought a book too, but I wasn’t in the mood to read. I was too tired for that.

I turned off the big light and walked over to the bed to get in on my side. The bed was fairly big, but I knew all the space I had on my side of the bed wouldn’t be enough with Ronan next to me.

I’d have to deal with this for the next three weeks.

It didn’t take long before Ronan fell asleep, and as expected, he had already spread his arms and legs. With a sigh, I turned toward him and took the book from his chest, and reaching over him, I placed it on the bedside table and turned off the lamp.

I had tried to fall asleep before, but with Mom and Dad still up in their room, talking, I wasn’t able to. To be fair, they weren’t just talking. They were laughing and giggling and making all kinds of noises. They were having sex, and I was amazed at Ronan’s ignorance. How could he sleep so easily while our parents were clearly fucking like teenagers in the next room?

I stared up at the ceiling in the dark, trying my hardest not to see them in my mind. I didn’t want to think about them having sex but how could I not when they were doing it right next door?

When their moans got louder, not even covering my ears helped. And while I continued to try and ignore them, I felt my clit throb. I pressed my thighs together, but it didn’t help. I had the urge to touch myself, but how sick was that?

I couldn’t do it.

I swallowed and closed my eyes tightly, but the urge just kept growing. My fingers were twitching, needing to touch myself down there. Their moans were all I heard now, but I couldn’t stand it.

Throwing the covers aside, I got off the bed and headed out the door. I needed water, and apparently, also a big slap across the face because getting wet from hearing my parents fuck was insane.

I didn’t make it to the kitchen though. I barely took a step in the hallway before stopping right by their bedroom door. It was slightly open, and when I stood in the right angle, I could see them on the bed.

They had one of the lights on, and though at first I didn’t want to let my eyes wander, I couldn’t help myself and just started staring.

Mom was on all four, and her ass was sticking up in the air. Dad was behind her, and he was fucking her while gripping her hips tightly. That wasn’t something I ever imagined seeing, but now that I was standing there, I couldn’t look away.

I let my eyes wander along Mom’s body. She was beautiful. Not surprising that Dad was still into her. Every time he thrusted into her, their skin made a clapping sound. He didn’t pull out fully, but every time he did, I could see his hardness glisten from Mom’s wetness covering it.

My fingers twitched again, and I reached between my thighs to stop the throbbing between my thighs. I cupped my pussy at first, then I used two fingers to rub my clit. My eyes were glued on Mom and Dad, and as he fucked her faster, my fingers moved quicker too.

I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to.

But I knew what I was doing was wrong.

Still, I was enjoying every second of it, and as long as I didn’t get caught…what harm was there in it?