Page 19 of Lowering His Guard

My shoulders fall. “Shit. Hadn’t thought of that. Stand in front of me. You’re a brick wall. No one can see me if you’re standing in front of me.”

He whirls around and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Go ahead. No one’s coming.”

“Bummer. I thought you’d be looking at me while I change.”

I’m joking but yet I’m not. I wouldn’t mind doing a striptease for Brock. The idea has my nipples tingling. I notice Brock adjust his dick in his pants. Someone’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be.

“Finished,” I announced once my top is on.

Brock glances over his shoulder. His eyes widen when he notices I’m wearing a bikini top without a t-shirt. I admit. It’s a tiny bikini top I wouldn’t usually wear in front of my students but today’s laundry day.

Heat flares in his blue eyes. I wait for him to make a move. Please make a move.

“Dad! Dad!” Jace yells. “Where are you?”

“Later.” Brock marches off without a backward glance. How disappointing.

Chapter 7

Rule #2: Never waste a mistake.

Brock

“Jace!” I holler. “Let’s go.”

“Dad,” he whines.

I blow out a breath. I know teenagers tend to whine. I know teenagers are full of hormones and disregard for their parents. But it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it when my son whines at me. The same son who just two years ago was my little buddy.

“Get a move on, buddy. I don’t want to be late.”

He drags his ass out of his bedroom while rubbing his eyes. At least he’s dressed.

“You aren’t going to be late. It’s my surfing class.”

“I want to make sure you get there on time.”

“I’m not a child. I can get to class on time by myself. Unless you want to take me because you want to see May.” He waggles his eyebrows. “She’s sexy.”

I growl. May is beyond sexy. I’ve imagined her breasts entirely too many times since discovering her braless at the Mermaid Lagoon Races. What do her nipples look like? How sensitive are they? Will she melt for me if I lick them?

My cock twitches. It wants in on the action.

My phone beeps and I force thoughts of May’s naked body out of my head. I glance down at it. Shit. I’m running late.

“You’ll have to get to class on your own. I’m running late.”

Jace chuckles. “Running late? As in you’re going to be five minutes early instead of fifteen?”

I glare at him. Despite being secretly happy he’s making fun of me instead of whining.

“Can you get to surfing class on your own?”

“Dad.” And we’re back to whining.

I grunt. “Do you mind walking to surfing class on your own?”

“Nah. I’m good.”