Inked By My Best Friend's Dad

Before I can stop it from happening, my eyes shoot down again. Eyeballing his crotch for what must be the hundredth time in as many seconds.

I feel my face heat with embarrassment.

Being this close to Slade there’s no hiding the fact I’m checking him out.

But he seems a little past all that too.

Or is he?

He cocks a brow and smiles wider. His eyes shining with a combination of mischief and something I can’t quite place.

It’s a look no one has ever given me before but I sure know how it makes me feel inside and out.

“You gonna be alright on your own for a bit?” he asks, noting that we’ve most likely lost Tasha altogether now that Brad’s on the phone.

“I guess. I just hope Tasha doesn’t take off without me though. She’s my ride home.”

Slade frowns, twisting his mouth. As though he’s fighting hard not to say something.

“You just got here,” he finally says, relaxing again.

“I can run you home anyway,” he adds with a tone of defiance.

Command.

“You’re right,” I apologize. “I did just walk through the door and here I am talking about going home…” I trail off, trying not to look down again.

Trying not to look into his eyes either, which I’m quickly reminded are his most lethal weapons.

A long silence follows, and I feel like the kitchen, the house, disappears. Leaving just Slade and me, alone, in our own bubble. Somewhere I’ve never been before but it feels like somewhere I could stay forever.

“Well. I should grab that shower,” he says, breaking the moment.

“Is there something I can help with?” I blurt out.

My eyes widen as I quickly register just what came out of my mouth and instantly feel my cheeks flame.

Idiot.

But Slade only smiles again.

“I-I meant… With the party…” I stutter, wondering where that magic place went and if I can hide there forever.

I just want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

“I think I got it, and I won’t be too long,” Slade says reassuringly. But there’s a sly grin on his face he can’t hide.

“And don’t be shy,” he calls over his shoulder. “They’re not so bad once they’ve had something to eat, once you get to know ‘em.”

But I think it’s pretty clear so far that I’m only here for one thing.

One man.

Can I even try to focus on anything else, knowing that he’s only feet away?

Completely naked and lathering himself with suds…

This fantasy is getting fuller than my mind, more than my body can take. And I’m beginning to wonder if coming here, getting closer to Slade is a good idea after all?

Good idea?

It’s a great freaking idea.

CHAPTER FOUR

Slade

I’m never usually one for cold showers, but I’m not totally surprised when I crank the faucet to near freezing.

The icy water doing little to squelch the heat that’s burning inside my body somehow.

Not to mention the ache of a hard on I’m still sporting courtesy of Abby.

Abby.

Her name reverberates in my mind, in my ears in time with the pounding of my heart against my ribs.

Every throb of my heart and my dick is for her, and it’s been all of ten minutes since she got here.

I try to tell myself I must be coming down with something.

Maybe it was something I ate?

Or maybe it’s something I need to eat, and a double fucking helping.

I grunt, fighting the urge to relieve the pressure in my groin.

My seed rises, making my cock twitch just at the thought of her in that blouse. And then of her out of that blouse. Around and around the image goes in my mind.

It’s not long before I can’t even feel the water anymore, and try as I might I can’t help but grip my thick arousal by the helm. Pumping it firm and slow, knowing just how tight her little cunt must be.

Trying to imitate what I can imagine she feels like. Hot and tight and wet.

A loud moan escapes my lips but it’s useless.

Pleasuring myself won’t achieve anything. And more than anything else, it’s a waste. A waste of what I know is only for her.

She is what I’ve waited for for so long. No point in wasting any of my seed or any more time.

But how, or even why would Tasha’s friend be interested in an old fart like me?

I rinse the suds from my hair and catch a glimpse of myself in the huge mirror opposite the shower.

I have to smile. I’m not too shabby.

A couple of gray hairs here and there, but I know for a fact I could lift someone half my age and toss them like a rag doll.

Just… take it easy, Slade. You’ve got all day and every other day after this one, so just…

Take it easy?

Try telling that to my steel hard dic—

An urgent thumping on the bathroom door diverts my attention.