“Happy birthday, Dad,” she says with a smile.
“You forgot,” I state more than asking her, but keep my eyes pinned on her best friend.
My new best friend, Abby.
“It kinda slipped my mind,” Tasha confesses sheepishly, making a face that sees us all laugh a little.
Breaking the ice.
“It’s from both of us,” Tasha says, tapping the top of the wrapped gift, making Abby blush a little harder.
“You got something for me?” I ask Abby, another low sound escaping me.
A satisfied, needy sound.
“We both did,” Tasha retorts, punching my arm gently before she breezes past through to the house.
“Are they all here?” she asks loudly and is quickly swept up in a reunion of her own with all the guys she invited.
Abby moves to follow Tasha inside but I shift to block her, making her jump back.
I can feel my hardness pressing against the towel, an outline of my engorged cock only inches from Abby’s hands.
“I can’t wait to unwrap what you’ve brought me,” I growl, clenching my jaw as I fight the urge to touch her.
Needing to feel more than just this space between us.
“It was Tasha’s gift,” she confesses, looking pained but trembling as her eyes fight her curiosity.
My dick is as hard as iron, bigger and fatter than I’ve ever felt it in years and it's close enough for her to touch.
“We should go in,” she whispers, but by now her eyes are fixed on my towel, the bulge hidden behind it, and mine are on her.
All of her.
Part of me wants to dare to ask for a birthday kiss, but I can see Abby’s as nervous as she is curious right now.
Don’t wanna ruin my chances.
Hell, that’s if I even do stand a chance.
“C’mon you guys,” Tasha calls from the porch, making Abby jump again.
“Ladies first,” I say, a smile twitching at the corners of my lips as I watch Abby move past me towards the house.
The perfect heart shaped ass of hers moving from side to side with each step has me gripping my helm through my shorts and squeezing my cock hard. I can picture it sliding in between those bountiful ass cheeks as I pound her from behind. Fuck her like I know she wants it until she begs me to stop because she can’t stop creaming on my hot, fat dick.
“Dad, you okay?” Tasha calls out again, looking puzzled.
“I’m alright,” I rasp. “Just old,” I kid her, forcing a laugh, but what’s just been stirred up in the past few moments is no laughing matter.
This Abby thing is about as serious as it gets.
I think a shower and a change of clothes are in order after all.
I wanna show Abby I’m not a complete animal, even though I smell like one, and feel like one who’s just spotted its mate.
CHAPTER THREE
Abby
I nearly faint as Tasha pulls up, her dad standing out front.
Okay… So this is the second time I’ve seen him with no shirt.
Fuck.
Did he like get twice as big as I remember?
And in short shorts too…
“What’s that?” Tasha asks, craning her neck as she focuses, making sure not to scrape the car on the tight entrance to her dad’s driveway.
She gives the horn a blast to announce our arrival, too focused to notice her dad standing out front.
He can scrape my tight entrance anytime.
“Nothing,” I wheeze, unaware of all the little sounds I’ve probably been making as I take in the sight, the majesty that is her dad’s body.
Not a dad bod though. Oh no, Slade is built like something classical carved from granite or marble.
I’m guessing from the sheen on his chiseled frame, plus the shorts he has on that he’s just been working out.
His ripped torso shines with sweat and sunlight, one hand holding a towel making every fiber of his muscles stand out with no effort.
For a tattoo artist, Slade has surprisingly fewer tattoos than you’d think.
The man has like zero body fat too, but I spy a hefty bulge at the front of his shorts, dispelling the muscle guy myth.
The one that says all massively ripped guys have small dicks?
Uh, I don’t think that applies here.
I’m so aroused I could finger fuck myself right here in the front seat, yet the more I see of his perfect form the more I feel like a pale lump clay of compared to Slade’s body.
I file every detail away for later.
Straight into my Slade fantasy file.
Once she knows she won’t scratch her car, Tasha honks the horn again and in seconds I’m face to face with her dad while she busies herself in the trunk.
I continue to busy myself with scoping out her dad, but he’s not just huge in size. His potent aura, his manly post-workout scent, plus his commanding presence has me making more of a fool of myself than I thought was possible.