Lexi
“What if he doesn’t like me?” I murmur, nervously nibbling on my lip. Justin reaches over and smiles at me softly. I wonder, not for the first time, why it does nothing for me. It just feels…safe and comfortable. Which isn’t such a bad thing for me. I need to stop dating the wrong men, and Justin is kind and nice and…boring, but shit, that’s not bad, right?
Boring is good. Boring won’t hurt me.
He grips my hand in my lap and squeezes before tugging my dress down, making me shift uncomfortably. Should I have worn something else? I’ve never met a boyfriend’s parents before. I’m not exactly the type you take home to the folks, plus the idiots I usually date don’t last that long. I mean, we have only been dating a couple of months, but he wanted me to tag along to his dad’s birthday party, and I felt awkward saying no.
So here we are, and when we pull into a long driveway leading to a very normal-looking, huge house, I swallow. Fuck, what am I doing? But I don’t have time to think. Justin is out of the car and waiting for me. Sucking in a steadying breath, I scold myself as I get out of the truck. You’ve got this, Lexi. Fake it till you make it, it’s just like being on the stage.
I take his arm, and he tugs me to the front door. He doesn’t even knock, just yanks the black door open and slips inside. With a grin, he greets the first person he sees and wanders away, leaving me there. Awkwardly shifting, I slip from my jacket and fold it over my arm as I hold the present in front of my stomach.
I meander forward in the hallway, ignoring the stairs to the right, and follow the music from the party to the left. It’s bustling with people, and I tug nervously at my lip. Normally I wouldn’t be so bothered, I would go in and introduce myself and have fun, but this is different. This is my boyfriend’s dad’s house, the guy I like, so I stand there until a man breaks from the crowd and heads my way.
The air whooshes from my lungs as I stare at him helplessly. Holy fucking vaginas. He’s perfection. A silver fox for sure. He has a trimmed, well-kept, dark brown beard, and his short, styled brown hair is peppered at the sides. There are a few laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, but they only add to his beauty, not subtract. His eyes are dark and consuming as they lock on mine, freezing me to the spot with no escape from them or him. Others would glance away, but not him. He’s intense and heading straight for me.
His huge, built body is encased in grey slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms to showcase thick, veiny forearms and big hands. He’s probably in his mid-forties, but Christ, it’s obvious he takes care of his body more than most guys my age. And dancing around those dangerous lips is an arrogant smile like he knows it.
From one look, my panties melt and my pussy turns slick. I’m wetter than I’ve been for months with Justin. I’m no doubt blushing hard and breathing a little too heavily, but this man…he seems to take up the whole room. His personality fills it so completely, his power, his dominance…and it’s all aimed at me right now.
And then he’s before me.
“Hello,” he greets with a slightly confused smile, his eyes running down me in an undeniably sexy way. The burn of it makes me tremble before him.
Suddenly, Justin is there at my elbow. He wraps an arm around me almost possessively, acting more covetous with me than he ever has before. “Hey, Dad, this is Lexi, the girl I’m dating.”
Dad?
This is his fucking dad?
My jaw almost drops. Justin is blond with green eyes, and this guy is all dark and brooding, built where Justin is lean. Please tell me he’s a stepdad, because fuck.
The man jerks back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they run across me in anything but a fatherly sexless way, and it has me almost panting again. No, stop, shit.
“Nice to meet you,” I force out, my voice tight. “Happy birthday, Mr. Phillips.”
He frowns at that as I thrust out my hand. “Call me Tyler. It’s nice to meet you, Lexi.”
I freeze, my heart flapping wildly like a caged bird caught in my chest. My stomach clenches and my breath catches as I awkwardly hold out my hand. He captures it gently, like I’m precious, his callused fingers stroking alongside my hand as he leans down and, dark eyes on me, presses his soft lips to the back of my hand. The whiskers of his short beard catch and make me swallow hard. He straightens and gently lets go as I gawk at him.
Fuck.
Am I attracted to my boyfriend’s dad?
No, no fucking way. This can’t be happening, but as those dark eyes stay locked on me, I know the truth. I’m screwed, and not in the good way, because after just one second around my boyfriend’s father, I’m more turned on than I have ever been.
And he’s off limits.
Tyler
My dipshit of a son’s new girlfriend is way too fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes from her as she laughs and leans into his side. I’ve been trying to stop watching her all night, but I can’t. He doesn’t even look away from his phone, the stupid prick. Where the hell did I go wrong with him?
Look at her.
She glances up and seems to deflate when she realises he doesn’t care—what an idiot. She’s breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I’ve ever been in.
Her long, blonde, wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her blue eyes are captivating and melt anyone they settle on. She’s so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips are full, and her face is all angles and enchanting. Her body…
Fuck.
She looks like a wet dream.
Shit.
I want my son’s girlfriend. Badly.
Turning away, I toss back my drink and head to the kitchen, rearranging my hard cock in my slacks, and lean against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She’s young enough to be your goddamn daughter!
But fuck…
“Mr. Phillips?” The soft, sweet, seductive voice comes from behind me, and I have to curl my fingers into the sink to stop myself from grabbing her. I can’t even bear to look into those blue eyes again.
“Tyler,” I remind her harshly.
She goes quiet for a moment, probably at my abrupt, rude response, so I sigh and turn, hiding my erection behind the kitchen chair. “Anything you need?” Like my cock? I want to ask, but I don’t.
She smiles a small, nervous smile. Those red painted lips curl up, and all I can imagine is having them wrapped around my cock, and that blonde hair bound in my fist as I take her sweet little young mouth.
“I was looking for the toilet…” She trails off and shifts awkwardly, drawing my gaze to the high heels she’s wearing. I run my eyes up her long, lean, tanned legs to her thick thighs that are on display in the short, floaty dress she’s in. I wonder…if I pulled it up, would I find lace?
I bet I would.
Shit.
I jerk my eyes up to hers to see her lip caught in her teeth, her eyes wide and confused, but also…a flare of something else, something that flitters by too fast for me to catch. “Down the hall, first door,” I tell her roughly.
She nods and turns away, her hips swaying as she heads into the hall, and my eyes catch on that perky plump ass. I imagine it filling my hands as she rides my dick.