I knew this because Dante wasn’t the first guy to hit on me. He wasn’t even the most aggressive in his pursuit. No, that had been reserved for one of my instructors in the Police Academy. It had taken a restraining order, the loss of his job and a not-so-subtle threat by yours truly to get the fucker to back the hell off.
But somewhere along the way, Dante’s harmless jabs and flirting had changed and he’d started to look at me differently. Not all the time…no, it was only now and again that he’d send me these intense, heated stares that seemed to be more than the sexual invitations he’d been tossing at me and that he often sent to whatever man or woman caught his roving eye. And I’d feel those looks like a physical touch…like his fingers were running down my spine causing a shiver of excitement to spread out beneath my skin.
And head directly to my cock.
The idea that I might be attracted to Dante was ludicrous to me, but I was having trouble explaining why my cock twitched with excitement when he was near. And why my heart rate ticked up and I always seemed to have trouble catching my breath.
I’d only felt that way once in my life and it had ended up in anunplanned pregnancy, hasty marriage and bitter divorce. Not to mention a shitload of ugliness in between. But at least the only cock in that relationship had been mine.
Not once had I ever looked at another guy with anything that even remotely resembled desire. And there’d been nothing but disinterest when the occasional guy hit on me. Earlier in the summer when I’d been introduced to my grandson’s adoptive fathers, I’d been surrounded by several same-sex couples and hadn’t felt even a stirring of interest in pursuing such a relationship, despite envying how natural and impactful the love the men had for each other was. I saw Hawke and Tate and the other couples and threesomes as I did any traditional relationship…people committed to each other and wanting to spend their lives together, but that was the extent of it. It wasn’t something I’d ever been fortunate enough to experience firsthand, but I was happy for those lucky enough to find it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in love…I just didn’t believe in it for me.
I’d been down that road before and it had turned out to be a dirt-covered, pot-hole infested path to nowhere.
No thanks.
The music in the other room switched again, this time to something slower, but still with a heavy beat. The pounding in my head increased with each pulse of the bass, so I got up to search out my migraine medicine. Even though I wasn’t feeling the regular symptoms of a pending attack, I didn’t want to mess around with even the possibility. Migraines were something I’d suffered from since I was a teenager, but I’d learned to manage them, especially once it had been determined they were often brought on by stress. The first few years of my marriage had been hell on my health in terms of the migraines, but I’d eventually learned to control my mind and body enough that I could recognize the symptoms early on. I’d actually gotten to a point where I hadn’t had migraines for almost a decade, but then things had gone to hell with my daughter. This past year had been especially tough after learning my child was indeed dead as I’d suspected and realizing that I might also lose my only grandchild to cancer.
The events of today hadn’t helped. Dante and I hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other after Memphis had dropped us off at the airport, but I’d gotten an earful as I’d listened to - and watched - him flirt with one of the First Class flight attendants. He’d been sitting in the aisle seat in the sold-out First Class cabin and had manipulated the young woman’s time whenever she hadn’t been assisting other customers. Near the end of the flight, she’d become a permanent fixture at our seats and I’d finally resorted to using the cheap airline headphones to escape the sound of Dante’s smooth voice as he’d shamelessly hit on her. But no amount of music had been able to keep me from seeing Dante’s hand constantly touching the woman’s arm, hip and thigh as they spoke. I’d wanted to shout with joy when the captain had finally announced that we were landing and ordered the flight attendants to take their seats. There’d been more flirting with the rental car attendant as well as the young man who’d checked us into our hotel room and by the time I’d thrown open the door to our suite, I’d been done and I hadn’t said a word to Dante even after he’d asked me what I wanted to do for dinner. I’d merely escaped into one of the bedrooms and had begun checking emails and texts before nodding off. I’d ended up sleeping for nearly two hours and had only managed to wake up in time to call Hawke in the hopes I could chat with Matty before he went to bed.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to search for my bag so I could dig out my medicine, but frustration went through me when I realized I’d left the bag out in the main living space. I wasn’t a coward by any means, but I was just so fucking tired that I didn’t want to deal with Dante and his bullshit. Not to mention the pounding in my head was getting worse.
“Fuck it,” I muttered as I climbed to my feet.
My goal was just to ignore the man when I opened the door and made the short walk to where my bag was sitting on a side table, but my plans were shot to hell when I saw what was going on in the living room.
Two women, one dressed in just a bra and a short, skin-tight red skirt and the other in a slinky black dress, were dancing together infront of the TV in a sinewy twist of bare skin and long limbs, while Dante sat in the oversized armchair just a half a dozen feet away watching.
A king on his throne.
It took me a moment to realize one of the women – the still fully dressed one – was the flight attendant from our flight.
What the fuck?
My eyes connected with Dante who was watching me lazily from where he was sitting.
“Come join us, Pop-pop,” he drawled, his perfect white teeth pulling into an amused grin. “Since you don’t like dick,” – he motioned to the women – “I got you something youwouldlike.”
The two women took their attention off each other long enough to rearrange their bodies so they were both facing me. The flight attendant – Shelly, that was her name – was in front of the other woman who was just a bit taller. Shelly reached behind her to rest her hands on the other woman’s thighs as the other woman tugged Shelly’s dress down enough to expose her naked breasts. The sight was literally most guys’ fantasy come to life, but I felt nothing. Yeah, my dick was responding to the writhing, naked bodies, but my insides were rolling with anger.
“We don’t even have to share,” Dante murmured, reminding me of his presence. He sat forward a little bit, his sharp eyes narrowing just a little. “Or we could make this an interesting little party,” he added. The hunger burning in his gaze as his eyes traveled up and down my body belied his words though. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized he hadn’t been looking at the two women the way he was looking at me right now.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room as Dante’s dark eyes held mine and I lost all awareness of everything around us. There were no women, there was no music…hell, even the blood that had been causing my head to pound unbearably seemed to have traveled south in the few seconds I’d been caught in Dante’s snare of seduction.
I clenched my fists as the need to move forward towards himwashed over me. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pound on him…orintohim.
The moment was interrupted when Shelly suddenly appeared at Dante’s side, her girlfriend in tow. “Come dance with us, Dante,” she purred as her elegant fingers sought out Dante’s hand. The move broke the spell Dante had somehow managed to weave between us and I tore my eyes away. I looked back just long enough to see his grin change into a frown.
“Sure sweetheart,” he said softly and then he was getting up. He settled his hands on Shelly’s outer thighs as she pressed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
I wanted nothing more than to go over to the TV, which I now realized was where the music was coming from, and yank its plug from the wall before kicking both girls out and letting Dante know just what I thought about his little trick, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. So, I did what I did best when it came to the irritating young man and turned my back on him after grabbing my bag. I even managed to not slam the bedroom door behind me.
As bad as my head hurt, my body hurt more and I paused only long enough to snag my medicine before heading for the bathroom. I swallowed down two pills before reaching into the shower to get the hot water going. By the time I’d stripped off my clothes – carefully, because my cock was hard as a rock – the hot water was steaming up the bathroom. The second I stepped into the shower and the water sluiced over me, I wrapped my hand around my dick and began stroking. My head hurt like a son of a bitch as my orgasm began to build and I knew it would feel like my head was exploding when I finally came, but that didn’t slow me down as I desperately fisted my dick. I closed my eyes and gasped for breath as my balls drew up tight against my body signaling the end after just a half a dozen strokes.
The orgasm was violent and hit me so hard all over that I actually felt my knees buckle and I barely caught myself before I crashed to the floor. I managed to carefully lower myself to my ass so that my back was pressed against the side of the shower stall and the water was raining down on my head and chest, washing away thelong, thick ropes of cum spread across my skin. My head did hurt even worse now, so I tried to focus on the pleasurable aftershocks of my orgasm instead.
