“Why?” I was a sucker for punishment clearly because I wanted him to ask. I wanted him to ask if I was fucking his father. Or better yet, if his father was fucking me. As much as it would be fun to try and control Rhett, I preferred it if he did the controlling. When he completely took over my pleasure and gave me everything I had ever wanted in a sexual experience, I couldn’t move away from that.
“Come on, Shane. You act like I haven’t known you for years. If something’s going on between you and my dad…” When his words trailed off, I realized then that maybe Brady wouldn’t be okay with it. Couldn’t say I blamed him. It was like dating your best friend’s sister. It wasn’t allowed. I should have gone to him first. I should have told him I was interested in his father and asked if he would be okay if I tried pursuing a relationship or something with him but now it was too late. I couldn’t go back to how things were.
“Nothing is going on.” I hated lying to him but the fact that whatever Rhett and I were doing was still so new, there was no point in telling Brady about it. Especially if thisthingwas only going to happen once. Sure, Rhett said that he wanted me again, but he could have just been talking out his ass and hadn’t actually meant those words.
“You sure? I’ve never seen you alone with my dad and–”
“Listen, Brady. Your dad and I are working together. That’s it.” For now, anyway. “I have to get back to work. Can you ask your dad to meet me in my office please?” I headed to my office instead of waiting for Brady to respond. I didn’t like this. Guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders over the fact that I had lied to my best friend a handful of times. If Rhett and I were just fucking for the sake of fucking, then I would end this.
When I was seated behind my desk in the small room, I dropped my head in my hands. What the hell was I doing? There were millions of other men in this world. Why did I have to go after my best friend’s father?
“Brady said you wanted me to meet you in here.”
My back stiffened. I didn’t even hear Rhett come into the room. “What are we doing?” I asked, lifting my head and meeting the hard stare of the man who had invaded my thoughts for years.
“Nothing at the moment.” Rhett tilted his head. “Why?”
“Because Brady is asking questions. He asked if there was something going on between you and me and I got a feeling that he wouldn’tbehappy if there was.”
“He’ll have to get over it now, won’t he?”
“He’s my best friend, Rhett. I can’t lose him if…I just…I can’t.”
Rhett came around the desk and knelt in front of me. That single action made my eyes widen.
“Trust me, Shane.” He grabbed my hands. “This will be the only time I get on my knees when we’re not fucking.”
I swallowed hard, nodding.
“I like you.” He brought my hands up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “I like the way you make me feel. Yes, there’s an age difference between us but not by much. Guess it helps that I had Brady so young. And his mom loves you.”
“Would she think it’s weird?” I forgot about Brady’s mom. Fucking hell. It wouldn’t just be Rhett and me affected by this.
“No, she wouldn’t. I remember talking to her a while ago about you and Brady and how neither of you were happy, but you were both too pigheaded to see it. And she agreed.”
“Okay.” I pulled my hands from his grip and sat back in the chair. “I just don’t want anyone knowing about this yet,” I confessed. There. That was it. That was the truth.
Something flashed in Rhett’s eyes, but it had been so damn quick, I thought maybe I had been seeing things.
I thought for a moment that maybe I had hurt him with my truth. It wasn’t intentional but this thing between us was new. I didn’t want to ruin it or have it ruin my friendship with his son.
“Do you miss him?” Rhett asked, sitting back on his ass and leaning against the door.
“I—” I sighed, staring at him. “Yes, I do,” I finally answered. “But it was different with him. I had an itch that needed scratching, and I thought I could use Brady to help that feeling go away but it only made it worse.” I paused. “I’ve always had a crush on you.”
“Seriously?” Rhett raised an eyebrow. “You’ve always had a crush on me and yet, you still fucked my son?” His words came out laced with contempt. The bite in his tone sent a wave of anxiety rushing through my stomach. Couldn’t say I blamed him.
“I’m sorry.” I dropped my hands on my lap, looking down at them. I suddenly felt so damn small and like I had been scolded for eating a cookie before supper.
No...this was worse. So much damn worse.
“I don’t believe you.”
My head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
“I believe that you’re sorry, but I don’t believe that you’re over my son.” Rhett stared at me waiting for a response, but what the hell could I say?
“Then help me get over him,” I insisted.
