His Father

Dev looks at me and asks, “Are you joining us today?”

“I’m going job hunting.” I look at Maddox who winks at me. “He’s dropping me in town on his way to work.”

“I’d be glad to escort you,” Devon tries again, looking at Sargent and grinning when he glares at him.

“It’ll be boring,” I laugh nervously, hoping they don’t make me put them out. “I’m just handing in my CV to anywhere that will take it.”

Sargent

I watch one of my oldest friends flirt unabashedly with the girl who I now know to be called, Tempest. Even going as far as to offer her a job at his surfing business doing admin work.

Oh he wants to fuck her and he isn’t ashamed to show it. He’s always been a dog and until now it never bothered me.

“Well then it’s settled, you’ll start Monday, I’ll even throw in some surfing lessons.”

“She can already surf,” Maddox states. “She’s pretty good actually. We learned in Thailand.”

“It was incredible,” she adds and the way she breathes the words has my cock twitching again. I wonder if she’ll say that exact statement about me when I finish inside of her, buried deep in her tight little… Well, my thoughts just went elsewhere that’s for sure. “But I can’t just accept a job.”

“Sure you can, Maddox is family and you’re his guest, which means we’ve got to take care of you too,” Devon replies, suave and easy.

I’ve never hated him until the moment she blushes and starts giggling. It’s definitely hate I feel toward him now. Complete loathing.

“Excuse me while I vomit.” I stand and leave the room, unable to watch this anymore.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact Maddox and she aren’t together. I don’t recall a single time they’ve kissed or really touched in a way that could be deemed romantic. I’ve never seen them go to bed together. It seems so obvious now, especially with how he reacted in the early hours to the fact she got naked in my presence.

Why didn’t I read the fucking emails?

That still doesn’t mean he’s not going to fall in love with her and leave me forever, alone in this place. I’d have to follow him across the globe just to see my grandkids grow up.

I’m not old enough to be thinking of grandkids yet but with us having only my ex-wife’s mother and father left over in LA, family is important to me. My son is important to me. He’s all I have really. His family is my future.

Now that I don’t have a relationship to break up, I know there’s going to be no convincing him to stay.

Suddenly it’s not about destroying what they have, now it’s about convincing her to stay behind. If she falls in love with it here, will my son stay where she is? The only reason he planned to go to England is because of her. Isn’t it?

I’ve been tackling this from the wrong angle. I’m supposed to be smarter than this.

“Dad?” Maddox snaps, coming after me.

I stop in the hall and watch his blue eyes blaze with fury.

“Yes, Son?”

“Lay off,” he snaps. “Stop being a dick, stop speaking to her like shit. Lay off her or we’re leaving, I’m not kidding.”

Yep. I’ve definitely been doing this all wrong.

“Why do you hate her so much? What has she done to you? She’s followed your rules, she has been respectful and kind…”

“I’ll make more of an effort,” I reply softly, taking him off guard. “I’ve been a dick, but I’ll extend an olive branch. Happy?”

“Yes,” he grunts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thank you.” Then he adds, “And don’t let Devon touch her, she’s not like him, she puts her fucking heart into everything and if he hurts her, it’ll cause problems between me and him. Okay? Watch him with her.”

Well… shit. “Fine. Anything else?”

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on her today.”

“I promise.” I mean it too. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting them do anything. He’s twice her age. It’s wrong.

So why is it whenever I close my eyes at night it’s all I can think about, her riding my cock, scratching her nails across my chest…

I’m hard again.

Fuck. I really need to get laid.

Maddox rushes to his room to get changed for work and I rush to mine to wait for my dick to sit the hell down and shut up.

When I return to the kitchen it’s empty, so I follow the sounds of Devon and her voices to outside where they’re both stretching out on the sun loungers surrounding the firepit by the windows to the gym.

Devon is trying to pretend he isn’t watching her as she rubs lotion on her legs and feet. I have to think about old lady vaginas to stop myself from getting hard again. Especially when she straddles the fabric lounger and rubs the white, creamy substance into her chest. She’s wearing shorts but I can see the apex of her thighs beyond the denim. All she’d have to do is shift the wrong way…