“The whole point of being single is that you get to have sex with whoever youwant.”
“I don’t want to hook up,” I tellTy.
“Come on. It’ll be like our Georgia Techdays.”
“Even back then, I wasn’t having sex like you were. I was going on dates. You remember what those are? Like actually getting to know girls? The whole pickup scene isn’t mything.”
“You are too hot forthat.”
“It’s called making a connection. Actually giving a shit about aperson.”
“Whatever. Sounds boring to me.” Although, I can tell by the expression on his face that he’s just giving me a hard time. “But promise me you’ll get some action while you’re here. I don’t want to believe you wasted AMEX points and came all the way here from Atlanta just so you can get skin cancer and maybe a bacterial infection from drinking thewater.”
I laugh. “Shut the fuckup.”
When we get back to his dad’s condo, as we walk through the front door, I’m blown away by the designer furnishings, decor, and artwork. Every time we step in, I’m reminded suddenly I’m in a rich person’splace.
On the other side of the living area, two sliding glass doors lead onto a balcony overlooking the bay. It’s the sort of place I would never be able to have access to if it wasn’t for Ty and his bougie life because of hisfamily.
Not that I do badly with my job, but that’s not how I grew up—I was bouncing around from foster family to foster family, none of whom had a place even comparable to this. And it’s definitely not like my apartment now, so it’s a stark change from what I’ve always been usedto.
“That’s weird,” Ty says. “I thought we hit the lights before weleft.”
I’m not sure if he’s right, but as we look around, I hear a sound coming from inside one of the guestbedrooms.
“Eric, that you?” Tyasks.
We approach the bedroom, and I hear the sound of running water, which stops abruptly. A moment passes before someone comes around the corner from thebathroom.
I’ve never met Ty’s dad before. They didn’t even meet until Ty was sixteen, and from what Ty’s told me, their relationship isn’t the best. In fact, I think the only reason his dad lets him hang here is to make up for how he wasn’t there for him when he was akid.
The guy looks like he’s in his early forties. He has a cut body, decorated with a dark, navy-colored sleeve tat that runs up his arm and across his left pec. The design is elaborate, though I can’t make out what it’s of. Jet-black hair, a stark contrast to Ty’s sandy-blond locks, falls across his forehead as it drips with water, which runs down his face, through a half an inch or so of neatly-groomed scruff that covers his sharpjawline.
He wraps a towel around his waist as he heads toward us, and for a moment—too brief a moment—I get a glimpse of his massivecock.
Holyfuck.
I can’t deny the stiffening erection in my jeans. He’s a hot man. It’s rare that I meet a guy I get the hots for, but he’s definitely one who gets me going, and I feel guilty as fuck that it’s with my best friend’sfather.
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“What are you doing here?”Ty asks, a curious expression twisting across his face. I’m a little surprised by how annoyed Tysounds.
“Sorry,” I say. “I thought you were coming down here nextweek.”
“Vanessa must’ve put it in your calendarwrong.”
It’s an obvious dig, like he thinks I would’ve asked my assistant to put it down rather than doing it myself. I did put it in my phone, but I must’ve fucking inputted it on the wrong week. My fucking fat fingers on the iPhone. And hell, I’m not used to him actually taking me up on my offers to stay downhere.
“I didn’t realize you would be here, and when I got here, I saw your stuff in the master bedroom. I figured I’d take a shower and wait until you got back to see if you had any other friends coming. If you do, I can get a hotel.” He and his friend keep quiet. “Or I can leave so you two can have the place to yourselves. I know what it’s like to be a kid and want to have a good time. I don’t want to be in yourway.”
“No. That’s ridiculous,” Ty insists. “You surprised me. That’s all. This place has three perfectly goodbedrooms.”
Despite trying to focus on this conversation with my son, my gaze keeps drifting to hisbuddy.
God, he’s fuckingcute.
