Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

I laugh. “And what does that say about me? The fact that I’m the one eating the milkshake without any reservation?”

“Nothing at all,” he says, and makes a face. “You enjoy it. To be honest, I’m just not really a milkshake person. Put some brownies in front of me. Cookies. Any kind of baked good, and then we’d have a deal.”

I file it away. “Noted. But you didn’t answer the question—what kind of music are we going to listen to when we get back into the car?”

“I listen to a lot of different things,” he says. “But given the choice, I probably wouldn’t change the station. I really like music from this era.”

“Really?”

He chuckles. “Yes, really. Is that so strange?”

“No,” I say. “I suppose not.”

Bryce takes a sip of his water. “All types of music have their place, and it depends on my mood. But this type of music has a lot of nostalgia for me. It’s what my parents used to listen to when I was a kid. I have a lot of happy memories associated with some of the songs.”

I smile and squeeze his hand. “I hope that this is a good memory that will go in that file,” I say.

“Without a doubt,” he says. “But you have to answer the question as well,” he says. “What kind of music do you prefer?”

“Like you, I like a lot of things. I really like movie scores and soundtracks, because they’re so evocative. I also listen to a fair amount of ambient music. Anything with a really good melody is what gets me,” I say. “Is that what you would have picked me for?”

Bryce shakes his head, leaning forward again to take my hand in both of his. I like the small movements of his skin on mine. It’s the kind of intimate moment that I live for. “No,” he says. “Not that specifically. But I do think I would have guessed that you listened widely. I can’t imagine you being pinned down by just one genre.”

I’m staring at his hands now, and his forearms that are revealed by rolled up sleeves. I don’t know why the fuck forearms are so sexy, but they are. The image flashes in my mind of last night when I watched his forearm flex, over and over again as he used the vibrators on me. I know what kind of pleasure those forearms can bring me, and it’s linked into my brain now. I can’t escape it.

“I don’t know,” I say “I’m really into this new genre right now. Exclusively British guys who can sing.”

Bryce leans closer, watching me intently. “What do they sing about?”

“Fucking sexy songs,” I say. “All the lyrics are really hot and about people who can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“That sounds like a song that I would be very interested in,” he says. “Where would I hear a song like this?”

I take a long sip my milkshake out of the straw, making sure he sees the detail with which I take it into my mouth. I let him see just a peek of my tongue. Suddenly feeling bold and wanting more than a burger for lunch, I say, “For whatever weird reason, I hear they have excellent speakers in the restrooms. A very clear listening experience. Something about the acoustics.”

Bryce raises an eyebrow but says nothing as I get up from the table and walk away from him toward the diner bathroom. He’s not an idiot, he’ll get the hint. Not that it was much of a hint—it was more like a blow to the head. Nobody could misconstrue that. Or at least I hope not.

The women’s bathroom is just one room, which is good so I don’t have to make sure that I’m alone. I’m the only one in here. It’s only a minute later that Bryce comes through the door, and his mouth is on mine in a second. “You’re too fucking tempting, you know that?”

“I tried,” I gasp.

“Even when you don’t try, Katti. Always.”

I wore a dress today, and Bryce’s hand is under my skirt in a second, pushing aside my panties and dipping his fingers deep in my pussy. I moan into his mouth, and he laughs darkly. “I love how you’re always wet for me. But I’m not going to fuck you in a public restroom.”

“Don’t tease me,” I beg.

“I didn’t say you wouldn’t get off, baby girl. I said I wasn’t going to fuck you.” He chuckles again. “At least with my cock.”

There’s already two fingers inside me, and he adds a third, curling them and thrusting directly into my G-spot. He’s spent a fair amount of time this past week learning exactly where it is, and what it does to me when he plays with it. Mostly that it takes my breath away and makes me come quickly and a lot.