My Stepdaddy Wants Me Novel – “Gia, get in the car!” My mother bellowed. “We have to leave now!” “Mom, our car is too small! Where the heck am I supposed to sit with all this stuff in the back!” It was our yearly summer road trip to Alan’s family beach house. Like always, my hoarder of a mother liked to over-prepare for things by bringing more than what was needed. In the back of our small sedan were cases and cases of clothes, water, food, snacks, and especially toilet paper. “Hmm, it is true that we have too much stuff,” a stern voice calls from behind.
“Maybe Gia’s right. Let’s leave some things at the house and―” “Absolutely not!” Mom shot back. “If we’re going out on an eight-hour ride, I want us to have every commodity possible. What if we get stranded in the woods somewhere with no phone signal or internet?” That was my mother being paranoid again. I turned around to greet the sound of the voice. It was Alan, my mother’s ridiculously hot boyfriend. With his lean, muscular build and bright brown hair, it was hard to believe that this man was nearly twice my age. Mom must have won the lottery in secret to have seduced such an impressive male specimen.
I often found myself blushing in public because people often mistook him as my boyfriend, considering how hunky and young the tall man looked. “How about you two just go without me,” I suggested. “I mean, I’m 18- years-old and I’m more than capable of taking care of the house on my own.” “There’s no way you aren’t coming with us, Gia,” Mom answered. “This is your last year before you’re off to college. Who knows if we’ll ever be able to do this again!” I heaved out a long sigh. I’ve lived with her for long enough to know that she won’t change her opinion no matter what I say or do.
“If you don’t get rid of the stuff in the back, Gia will barely have enough room to sit,” Alan added. “I don’t want my baby girl uncomfortable for eight straight hours, ya know?” His words are enough to make Mom pause. That’s the thing about the right man in the house. When he says something, good girls do it. Mom is no exception. “Here’s an idea then,” Mom said. “How about Gia sits in the back with you? Problem solved.” “Sit in the back with me?” Alan frowned. “Are you kidding? Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve said?” “No, dear, you’re not understanding what I mean.
All we have to do is move some things to the passenger seat so that you have enough room to sit. Then Gia can sit on your lap and everything will be nice and settled.” “Hold on, you want her to sit on my lap!? Why can’t she sit on yours!?” “Because I’ll be the one driving.” “The hell should you drive for? It’s my family’s beach house we’re traveling to.” “And? Alan, whenever you’re on the road, I don’t feel safe. Who knows if you’ll drive like a maniac like last time.” “THAT HAPPENED ONE TIME!” I remembered that day. It was last year during our road trip. Alan was on the wheel in an empty road and thought it would be a fun idea to put his foot down on the gas pedal.
The sudden burst of speed was enough to jolt my mother and I awake. It lasted only a few seconds but my mother made sure that he remembered it for the rest of his life. “Fine then,” Alan said, giving in to my mother’s demands. “I’ll sit in the back with ya Gia. But don’t make this any more uncomfortable than it needs to be, ya hear?” “Um, excuse me,” I added. “Shouldn’t I have a say in the matter?” The two of them looked at me as if they had little to no interest in what I had to say. I decided then it would be best to continue on with the trip with no further interruptions.
But even though my mother had her way, I found it odd that Alan was so quick to agree with her. Usually, they would banter for far longer than this. Chapter 2 Whatever the case, I took my seat over Alan’s thighs and closed the car door behind me. Mom started the car and I wiggled my bum over Alan’s lap. As comfortable as my summer dress was, I still found it difficult to find a good position to sit on. “Gia, you moving too much,” Alan said to me. “Stay still already, will you?” “I’m sorry. It’s just so uncomfortable sitting on your lap.” “That’s odd. You didn’t say so when you were younger.
I remembered you used to enjoy sitting on my lap.” “T-That was a long time ago!” I blushed. “I-I’m eighteen now and I deserve to be treated as such!” “Not going to happen,” Alan chuckled. “You’ll always be my baby girl whether you like it or not.” His large arms wrap around my waist to hold me steady. I found my cheeks reddening as the big man held me tightly like a boy did his stuffed animal. Sure, it was embarrassing that I was sitting on his lap like an infant. But thinking about it now, Alan’s warm body didn’t just feel comfortable. It felt right. It was difficult to explain but I somehow felt safe and protected with his hot body over me.
For the next hour or so, I sat comfortably while listening to Mom and Alan argue back and forth with one another. It was such a shame. Mom didn’t deserve a man like him. How and wh