Too Hard (Too 1)

“Why does that sound like a question?” She laughs. “I want to see this guy.”

“Well, he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“God, is your place so bad that he has to come back?” She starts laughing again. “It’s so bad you need two contractors to fix it.”

I snort because that sounds about right for me.

“Now tell me why you think he gave you his number,” Nellie says.

“He gave me his business card.” I turn the card over and take all of it in. I’ve already memorized the thing.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Maybe it meant more than I thought and a spark of hope dies inside of me.

“God, I don’t know. That can go either way. We’ll have to feel him out tomorrow.”

I want to feel him out, but in the dirtiest ways possible. I could tell under his simple black shirt he was hard all over. He might not really be a Navy SEAL, but it was clear the man did manual labor.

“I think he’s twice my age.” I throw that out there, too. If she’s going to show up here tomorrow, she’ll likely see him anyway.

“You like older men? Maybe that’s where I’ve gone wrong when I’ve tried to hook you up.”

I swear I can hear her going through her catalogue of people to set me up with, but I think she’s only half right. I have a thing for one older man and that’s Butch. I just don’t think he has a thing for younger women.

Chapter Four

Butch

“You keep staying up so late I’m going to give you a bedtime again,” I say to Owen, who yawns for the third time while eating his breakfast.

“I was playing with BlackoutBomb last night until like three in the morning.” He yawns again and wipes a hand down his face. “She’s incredible.”

“Who?” I ask, only half listening to him as I scramble some eggs for Elijah. I hear his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and he’s always starving first thing.

“Oh sorry, Harlow.”

At the sound of her name I turn around. “You were doing what with her?”

“Playing a video game,” Elijah answers for him as he comes into the kitchen, takes the plate I just made him and grabs some juice from the fridge. “Should have been jerking off like I was because that was not time wasted.”

I put the pan in the sink a little too hard and water splashes out onto the floor. “You guys need to get a better sleep schedule.” It’s the only thing I can think of to come back with. I can’t tell them not to play video games or jerk off. I might as well tell them to stop breathing.

“Dad, I saw your light on when I got up at two. Don’t you think maybe you should listen to your own advice?”

I grumble something about basketball practice after school and how they need to remember their gym bags. It’s true, I was up late last night as well, but that was because I got a text from Harlow asking to me to come over this morning and I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about being alone with her and what might happen.

My hand was rough on my cock last night as I stroked it thinking about her and those goddamn shorts. When I came it was so fucking good, but it was immediately followed with guilt. I shouldn’t be having thoughts about someone so young. It’s not right for an old man like me to be thinking about how puffy and soft her pussy is and how sweet it tastes. I got hard all over again and kept rubbing my cock. It had been so long since I’d taken care of myself that I must have been backed up. I came four times last night and still woke up with wood so hard I could’ve used it to build a house.

“We’ll be late tonight,” Owen says as he puts his dishes away. “Coach is having us scrimmage with South Side at eight.”

“I should be finished up with work by then,” I say, thinking about how I can move my day around so I can be there.

“It’s not a big deal if you don’t,” Elijah says, grabbing his bag. “We should be back around ten. We’re going to grab dinner after.”

“Okay, but I want you both in bed by midnight.” I give them my dad stare that used to scare them, but now they just shake their heads and smile. “Love you boys, be careful.”

I make them both give me a hug every morning even though they fight it. Every now and then I can wrestle them still long enough to kiss them on the head, but I hear complaints about it the whole time. One day they’ll miss it, and I will too. But I’ve only got them for another three months and then it’s off to college. Thankfully they’ve both been accepted at the same college in-state, so it’s not like I’ll never see them. But it’s been the three of us since they were two and I don’t know that I’m ready for an empty nest.