Papa cleared his throat, but he still seemed way too fucking amused.
“Come on. We’ll get my car guy, Vince, out here.” He patted my shoulder. “Is he a good boy? Where did you meet him?” His sincere smile twisted some guilt into my gut. I should let him know right now what to expect because I would eventually be introducing Flynn to him. There was no way I was letting him go now.
“School,” I said, keeping it vague.
Papa beamed. “Oh, how sweet. Your dad and I met at school.”
“I know.”
Papa grinned as we headed inside together, and I let out a sigh of relief while he told me the story of meeting my dad again for the five thousandth time. I knew the family friendly version of Papa and Dad’s romantic details by heart, but the fact that he was telling stories I knew inside and out—instead of screaming over his phone at the New Gothenburg police—was a minor miracle. I would take it.
7
FLYNN
River likedto tell me I had no boundaries, and maybe he was right. I hated hurting people’s feelings, and I’d been the idiot to invite Corey on a date in the first place. All I would’ve had to do was tell him I didn’t think we meshed and leave, yet I couldn’t gather the courage. I didn’t know why; it was obvious he only wanted to fuck me. Corey wasn’t the type to want a relationship.
Judge, on the other hand, was a completely different story. We’d only just met, and I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he had my cock hard and my blood pumping in ways I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was certainly lust at first sight.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him even as I got into the shower and stroked myself. I closed my eyes, leaning against the white tiles as I brushed my thumb over my slit. Hissing, I thought about his hard body and the way his hips had rocked as he fucked into me. His cock had split me open, driving into my prostate with every thrust. It was as though he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild.
At my age erections didn’t come as easily as they once had, but I felt like a young man around Judge. My body responded as though I was a fiddle and he was the one playing me.
I stroked myself harder, shuddering under the hot spray that slid down my muscles. My abs strained. I groaned and rocked into my fist, the head of my dick flushed. It didn’t take long before I was blasting off, a small spurt of cum spitting out of my slit and circling the drain with the water. I grunted but had nothing left in my balls—he’d emptied my nuts in the best way possible.
“Fuck.” I ran my hand over my head and stared up at the ceiling, cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to throw Judge into my life. I could make a hefty list of all the issues with this relationship, and age was just the first item to be checked off.
I left the shower shakily and grabbed a towel, drying myself off, and then I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, rubbing the fluffy blue towel over my damp hair. It was too dark in the room because my favorite floor lamp was missing. Chris had taken most of his belongings when he’d slunk off, but he’d also taken some of mine, too. He hadn’t left me with much, but I wasn’t the type of guy to want a lot, either. As long as I had the bare necessities I was happy. The only thing I despised was the Corolla because I had no idea when it would finally break down for good, and now that he’d screwed me over, I didn’t have the money to repair it or get a new one.
The thought of how dangerously close my bank account was to zero had my good mood disappearing as I dropped the towel on the floor and grabbed a pair of boxers out of my underwear drawer. I chose the white pair with blue hearts and slipped them on before heading to the bed. I crashed onto the thin mattress Chris had left me with and winced when a spring dug into my back. Maybe it was good that Judge hadn’t come into my house because I didn’t want him to see the destitution I lived in—all because of my ex. He’d taken the nice mattress and I’d had to haul this one in from the garage, where we’d stuffed it a year ago to take it to the curb and never bothered.
I groaned and rubbed my face. Once upon a time, I’d been an ambitious man. I’d run through my competition at law school, Chris included, and made it to the top of my class. I’d had plans to work as a civil rights activist and fight for those less fortunate, but I fell in love instead. I’d let my heart decide my next move, and I’d thought it was the right choice for so long. How could I have been so wrong?
I picked up my phone, which I’d dropped on the mattress before my shower, and checked my messages, smiling when Judge’s name flashed across the screen.
Judge:How horny are you right now?
I laughed and covered my mouth, shaking my head. I’d given in to him too quickly. He was a student and a Daughtler, yet there was something incredibly hot about how he’d handled me. Like the Dom I wanted and needed.
Flynn:Not horny. Jerked off in the shower.
I cocked my head at the screen. I didn’t have to wait long for him to answer.
Judge:Where are my pics?
Flynn:I was in the shower. Hard to take pics.
The phone’s shrill ringtone blasted throughout the room and I shook my head as I answered. “Yes?”
“You can’t tell me you’ve never taken pics of yourself in the shower.” Judge’s voice dripped with disbelief.
“I haven’t,” I argued, pulling my legs up so my knees were bent and my feet pressed on the mattress. I stared at the ceiling where the paint was chipping and closed my eyes after a second. If I couldn’t see my surroundings, I could pretend I was somewhere nicer. “Believe it or not, they didn’t have phones when I was a teen. No, that is a lie, they did, but not the kind they have now.”
“Yeah, I know. My parents have told me about it.”
Wham!Wasn’t that a slap of reality?His parents are probably the same age as I am.Fuck.What would they think of me dating their son? The last thing I wanted to do was piss off the Daughtlers and have our school funds withdrawn. I wouldn’t have a job, and then I’d be on the streets.
“Uh-oh, you’re quiet. Don’t do that. Don’t think about them. That’s an order.” His voice deepened and there was a sharp authoritative tone to it that had my dickattemptingto fill again, though it didn’t work. I had nothing left to give tonight.
