KAIA
“Yes! Harder, Kane…”
My mother’s voice cracked through the hallway. The sound of skin slapping skin under water…
I froze instantly.
“You like the way I fuck this pussy?” A very familiar rough growl answered her.
I should have been finishing my packing...
My suitcase still sat open on my bed. In less than twelve hours, my stepdaddy, my mom, and I would be on the road to the resort for our family vacation...
Instead, I walked in to the sound of my stepfather fucking my mother in the shower.
The bathroom door at the end of the hall was cracked open just enough. Steam spilled out in soft white curls.
I should have turned around. Gone straight to my room and pretended I heard nothing. Instead my feet moved on their own.
I stopped three steps from the door and looked through the gap.
My Stepfather, Kane, had my mother pinned against the tiled wall, one of her legs hooked high around his waist. The shower spray hit his broad back and ran down the deep line of his spine.
Water turned his dark hair almost black and made every muscle stand out under his skin. He was built like someone who had spent years living in a pool…wide shoulders, thick arms, a hard stomach that flexed every time he drove forward.
And he was driving so fucking hard.
“Arghhhh—fuck!”
The scream ripped out of my mother, so loud and sudden that I flinched hard.
My fingers slipped.
Clatter.
The metal keys hit the floorboard with a deafening crash. My heart plummeted into my stomach. I instantly slapped both hands over my mouth and threw myself flat against the wall, shrinking away from the crack in the door.
Inside the room, the heavy, rhythmic thuds immediately ceased. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by their ragged breathing.
Oh no…
"Kaia?" my mother called out, her voice laced with sudden paranoia.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't dare to breathe, my chest aching with the effort of staying perfectly still.
Then, I felt a soft brush against my ankle. I opened one eye to see Ollie staring up at me from the shadows of the hallway blind spot.
"Meow."
Ollie’s innocent chirp echoed in the dead air.
A heavy sigh of relief came from my mother. "God, it's just Ollie," she murmured, her voice dropping back into a desperate, breathless register. "He must've knocked something over. Ignore it... come back here."
There was a beat of heavy silence. Then, Kane let out a dark, velvety chuckle that seemed to pierce right through the wooden door.
"Looks like we have a curious little kitten who likes to watch," he drawled.
My breath caught. A shiver raced straight down my spine.
Why did his tone sound so loaded?
God. Was this what guilt felt like?
But before I could process the terror—and the twisted thrill—racing through my veins, my mother pulled him back in.
"Arghhhh!!!"
The brutal rhythm started again, faster this time. Each thrust was so deep and hard I could hear the way her body gave under it, the sharp, choked cry she made every time he bottomed out.
Mother sounded out of breath, like she was hyperventilating. "Kane... too deep. Too deep.."
Another vicious thrust. The sound of her foot slipping on the wet tile. A startled, high “arghhhh...” that cracked in the middle as he drove her up the wall and held her there, fucking into her like he was trying to break her open.
Oh fucking hell!
Heat punched straight between my legs at the same time my stomach flipped. I stumbled back one step, hand flying up to clamp over my mouth so hard my teeth pressed into my palm, eyes wide, heart slamming against my ribs.
His cock was thick, longer than I had ever let myself imagine, and it disappeared into her again and again with wet, heavy sounds that mixed with the water.
Every thrust lifted her a little higher against the wall.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head was thrown back, mouth open.
Then he groaned, low and rough, “Kaia…”
I froze.
Mom slapped his chest harder, enough that the sound cut through the water. “Kane. For God’s sake. That’s the third time this month. Stop calling me by my daughter’s name when you’re inside me. If you can’t even tell my name apart from someone else’s, fuck off!”
My brows pulled together hard. Did he just…? Did he just moan my name while he was inside my mother?
But my stepfather’s face remained unapologetic.
“Relax,” he said lightly. “It’s just a little hard to shake off after you called her name just now.”
And a faint smile played across his face.
He didn’t even look embarrassed.
He only slowed for half a second, eyes half-lidded, and drove back into her even deeper, like the scolding had done nothing but turn him on more.
A low, almost satisfied sound left his throat as he kept moving, hips rolling hard, as if the name had been deliberate all along.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small bathroom. Water poured over both of them, sliding down his ass, over the backs of his thighs, dripping from the place where their bodies joined.
I watched the way his hips rolled, the way the thick base of his cock stretched her every time he bottomed out.
I watched the veins on his forearm stand out as he held her up.
He buried his face in her neck and drove into her so hard her body jerked up the wall. The scream that tore out of her mouth was sharp and loud enough to swallow almost every other sound.
But under it, much quieter, I still heard my name,
“Kaia…”