“Yeah, I’m not sure she’s gonna need them now. I think she’s decided to move out,” I tell him, hoping that does turn out to be the case.
If I have anything to do with it, she will only come back here to hand over her key.
“Oh,” Is all my dad says, sounding wounded. “It’s just been so quiet lately,” he confides to me and I feel the same old frustration I always do with him sooner or later.
“First your brother left us and then you went off to do your own thing,” he starts to sigh.
It used to make me feel bad to hear it, but the tune is so old now I just try to switch off from it.
“Don’t let me keep you though,” my old man says. “Sounds like you’re about to hop in the shower.”
He never misses a thing.
“Uh, no. It’s uh. I’m just at a friend’s place,” I hear myself telling him, wincing.
Instantly changing his mood from sad and worried straight to his new favorite, matchmaking grandfather to be.
“A friend eh?” he murmurs with delight. “How many friends does my son have that would take a shower with him in the next room at this time of day?” he muses loudly, making me laugh out loud.
“Maybe you could bring your friend over some time, Max. You’re not the only one who could benefit from a little company ya know?” he says. The sadness returning to his voice.
He’s not wrong though. Since I decided the locksmith business wasn’t for me, and after so many years without my older brother to take over either, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for my dad.
He’s done everything he could to build a family business. But his adopted family just wasn’t ever cut out to follow in his footsteps.
“Have you heard from Shane?” I ask him, knowing he wouldn’t tell me unless I ask especially. My adopted brother and I didn’t exactly part on good terms.
“Not for a while,” Dad replies vaguely, knowing it’s a tender spot for both of us.
Two adopted boys, neither wanting to be locksmiths and both leaving him to follow their own dreams.
I’ve tried to include dad in everything I do, offered to buy him out, or at least have someone else manage things for him so he doesn’t have to work and worry so much, but he won’t accept a dime from me.
Wants to do everything under his own steam, come success or failure.
Sounds like someone I know, because it’s where I learned to be the man I am today.
“I will come to see you pop,” I promise him. “Just not right now.”
His dry laugh tells me he’s more than happy with his own interpretation of events.
“Don’t rush on my account, son. You look after your friend first, then worry about your old man,” he chuckles.
“I will dad, you take care okay?” I make sure and tell him before hanging up.
Looking up I see Phoebe standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips with her towel covering her, unfortunately.
I still like what I see though, and my naked arousal is soon at full attention again as she creases the side of her mouth.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that girl has fallen in love with you,” she says, sounding serious.
I remember Trixie, sleeping on my chest and notice my hand over her, been holding her there the whole time without even realizing it.
“She has her momma’s good taste in men,” I tease her, clearing my throat when Phoebe moves away to dry off and get dressed.
“You can do that right here,” I tell her, letting my eyes wander over her curves again, my dick twitching in anticipation at the thought of seeing her naked all over again.
She blushes but then shrugs a little. “Whatever floats your boat,” she tells me, trying not to look nervous.
“Bathroom’s all steamy anyway so I usually do get dressed out here,” she admits. Her voice far away as I hear the blood pounding in my ears, my heart thumping against my ribs as I watch each tiny movement of her perfect body as she slips out of her towel to dry off.
“Bend over,” I command, making her laugh a little.
“Easy tiger. I’m no athlete. You’re seeing plenty of me,” she counters.
“And you’re seeing all of me,” I remind her, gripping myself with my free hand to show her what I have when she’s ready for it.
She lets out a longing sound, pressing her thighs together as she gnaws at her lip again, a shiver passing over her.
“I thought you said you wanted to go someplace else?” she asks, finally managing to tear her eyes away from me long enough to get dressed.
“I do,” I remind us both, waking Trixie up without meaning to and even she looks like she’s been waiting for us all to go on the next adventure together.