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“Me?”
“Yes, can you handle being so close to me after last night?”
“Can you?”
“Of course,” she answers. “I’ve hidden my feelings for you for years.”
“This is different.”
“True, but I’ll be fine. I wanted to make sure it was okay with you before I said yes. He’s already coming to dinner with my family tonight so I don’t reallyneedto go to brunch with you guys.”
I can’t stop the curious look that finds my face and I briefly remember her talking to her father this morning and her saying“I’ll ask him.”Lucas going to dinner with her family or Avery coming to dinner with us is not anything new, but it’s the first time I feel a spike of jealousy at the ease with which Lucas fits into her life.
“You know you’re welcome to come,” she tells me, probably reading my face.
I shake my head.“No. And of course, come to brunch. It’ll be fine.”
It was absolutely not fucking fine.
Avery is wearing a very short and flowy sundress that highlights her tits and her waist and her toned legs that even while in flat sandals has me picturing them wrapped around my waist. Her dark hair, held back by a pair of sunglasses falls around her in waves that make her look like she’s just been fucked, causing very vivid memories of last night to start playing through my mind on a loop. She’s sitting in the back behind Lucas because of course I’m fucking driving all of us because I’m a masochist and I can’t avoid being around her even when I should. Her perfume is overwhelming my senses, transporting me back to last night when she was writhing beneath me and begging me to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. I roll my window down, desperate for a break from the pheromones that are currently playing with my dick.
“Thanks for letting me tag along,” she says leaning forward between us. “Where’s Rae?” She asks, as there is usually a fourth person in tow whenever we go out for brunch.
“She’s not feeling well,” I tell her. I finally got her on the phone where she told me she really does believe she has the flu. Despite my discomfort over her boyfriend’s age, I know he cares about her, so I’m sure he’s taking care of her, but a part of me still wants to go over there and make sure she’s fine.
“She said she hasn’t been able to keep anything down. Hopefully she’s not pregnant,” Lucas jokes and I jerk my head to look at him.
“What!?”
“I mean… isn’t that like sex 101? Girl feels like shit in the morning because she’s knocked up?”
“No more talking,” I say, holding up a finger towards Lucas.
“I mean it’s not like she’s a teenager. She’s twenty-three, if she were pregnant, would it be the end of the world?” Avery leans forward between our seats and looks up at me.
“No more talking for you either,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes before sitting back in her seat.I rub my forehead trying to will the headache away that just that one sentence caused.
No one says anything for a minute, and I wonder if they’re heeding my warnings or if they really just don’t want to poke the bear. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” I say. “It would just catch me off guard and she hasn’t been with this guy all that long. I hardly know him and…” I trail off because I don’t know what to say. In the last few years, as he’s grown into adulthood, Lucas has become the one person I trusted more than anyone in the world, so I know he knows what I’m saying. But, Avery being in the backseat has my thoughts jumbled and confused and I worry I’m coming off like an asshole.
“I get it, Dad,” Lucas says.
“Yeah, same,” Avery chirps from the back and when I turn my head over my shoulder, she gives me a small smile.
We’ve been seated at a table for twenty minutes, long enough for Lucas and Avery to order Bloody Marys and for me to order a coffee while we engage in mindless small talk as we decide what to eat. After deciding—and it’s no shock to anyone that Lucas is getting the chicken and waffles—he excuses himself to go to the bathroom leaving me alone with Avery and the overwhelming need to lower the tiny straps off her shoulders to reveal her perky breasts.
On instinct, my eyes immediately drop to her chest, ogling all of the flesh on display that I’d been trying to avoid while in my son’s company.I’m seated directly across from her, while Lucas sat to her right, so I have the perfect view of her.
“Are you looking at my tits?” She asks with a cheeky smirk. Her eyes float to where Lucas disappeared before darting her eyes back to mine.
“Yes,” I tell her as I hold the coffee cup over my mouth and take a healthy sip. “Did you wear that dress just to torment me?”
“No.” She shakes her head as she swirls her straw around her drink before pulling it to her mouth. “But I thought you’d like it.”
Watching those full lips wrapped around something has me picturing them wrapped around my dick and I clear my throat as I do my best to discreetly adjust myself. I lean back in my chair and stare her down as I run the tip of my index finger around the rim of my mug. “I do. I’d like it even better on the floor next to my bed.”
Her mouth drops open and her eyes dance mischievously. “I don’t want to wait a week to touch you again.”
My nostrils flare, becausefuckI don’t either, but someone had to remain level-headed and sneaking around is one thing, but sneaking around while sharing a house with Lucas is crazy. My eyes dart toward the restroom before I can reply and I’m glad I did because Lucas is only a few yards from the table.
