“Yeah.” Only by ten minutes, but it feels like an hour.
“Did we scare her off?”
“Maybe.” I think she’s made of stronger stuff, but this is all happening pretty fast. One day, I’m fantasizing about her while jerking off with her stolen panties and thinking we could never actually be together. A few days later, I’m eating her sweet pussy while she swallows my cock.
And there’s a whole fucking lot more I want to do with her. With Tag and me working together, we can bring her even more pleasure. The possibilities on positions alone are infinite, and then there’s the other ways we can pamper her.
I want to give her everything.
“You love her, right?” Tag asks.
“I’ve loved her for months. Maybe longer.” I rub my hand over my face. “I didn’t act sooner because of a few reasons. Work, our age gap. Her friendship with my daughter. I didn’t think she could ever want me back.”
“I don’t know how you didn’t see it. At dinner that night, she wanted you. It pissed me the fuck off,” Tag says with a laugh, “but I could see it in her eyes.”
Headlights appear in the window.
I nudge Tag with my elbow and point. “There she is.”
But all too soon, my excitement and anticipation fizzle out, and cold dread fills my gut.
Because two cars are pulling into the drive. Janie’s, and another car I recognize.
My daughter’s.
10
JANIE
Oh shit. Oh, shit.
Ariel’s right behind me—I should’ve recognized her car when I turned onto her dad’s street, but I was too distracted thinking about fucking her dad.
I’m the worst best friend in the world. I’m going to best friend hell.
The temptation to remain in this driveway, locked in my car forever, is strong. But Ariel deserves not only an apology, but an explanation, if she’s willing to hear me out.
She’s already getting out of her car.
Compounding the problem, the front door to Mr. Capulet’s house opens. He steps outside.
I am smart and capable. I trust myself and the decade-plus-long friendship I have with Ariel.
I get out of my car and wave at Mr. Capulet. “Can you give us a few minutes?”
He nods, a look of concern on his face. As he goes back inside, I catch the silhouette of Tag in the doorway. They’re both worried, ready to step in.
I can do this on my own, though. And I should. I owe Ariel everything, starting with an apology. Turning to face her, I blurt, “I’m so sorry.”
She stares me down, her green eyes assessing me. Folding her arms across her chest, she says, “Sorry for what, exactly?”
“Yeah, um.” I clear my throat and try to gather my words. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you. I even lied at a couple of points. I should never have done that, Ariel, and I hope you can forgive me someday.”
“Look, I already guessed there was something going on between you and my dad. The signs were all there.” She grimaces. “But I’m hurt that you didn’t think you could talk to me about it.”
“I’m so freaking sorry.” I look down. “At first, it was an embarrassing crush, you know?”
She thinks for a minute. “I guess if I had a crush on your dad, I wouldn’t want to tell you, either.”
