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I drive through the city, mentally rehearsing the conversation I’m going to have with my son. He’s going to need a new car, or he’s going to have to let me pay to have his current one refurbished.
I admire his pride, but there’s a limit. I can’t have him driving around in a deathtrap.
I play some soft jazz as I guide the car toward the outskirts of the city. It’s the music my coach used to play in the locker room before a big fight, meant to calm my nerves, or any rage boiling up inside of me. I play it now to try and calm these annoyingly persistent thoughts, the ones that tell me I don’t want to waste the rest of my life being alone.
It's not like I don’t have options. A couple of years ago, Jaime encouraged me to join a dating site. I did it to placate him, and I got lots of requests from women… These were the sort of women I could imagine other men being thrilled to meet, with billboard model looks, some of them sending me messages that made it clear they’d be willing to do a hell of a lot more than kiss on the first date.
I deleted the app after a day.
Something felt off about it, as though something deep inside of me knew that was not the place where I was going to find the one for me.
Jaime is just around the corner from Lorena’s house, right where he said his car quit on him.
He’s tapping his foot as he leans against the car, arms folded, listening to music through his earphones. He takes them out when he sees me approaching.
“Thanks for doing this.”
“No problem. It’s good to see you.”
He smiles. “And you, dad.”
“So where’s this diner?”
“Just around the corner. I’ll show you—”
“Jaime?”
We both turn at the sound of Lorena’s voice.
I stare.
Hard.
I remember her as a dorky little kid in braces, a book always in her hand. She was never anything more to me than my son’s friend, a shy girl who found it difficult to say hello when I picked them both up from one of their dates.
But now…
Fuck.
I can’t let myself think this. Yet it’s undeniable.
She’s beautiful.
Her hair is a dark brown that falls down past her shoulders in waves, making my fingers twitch with the need to run my hand through it. Her eyes are wide, innocent, and young. My head swirls with the ways they’d widen as I brought her to orgasm. Her curvy body is outlined in her jeans and her hoodie, her wide hips perfect for grabbing and lavishing with carnal attention.
She holds a dog leash, attached to the harness of a tiny sand-colored Chihuahua. The dog yaps happily and runs toward Jaime, leaping up on his legs.
As Jaime kneels to stroke the dog, Lorena asks, “What are you doing here?”
“My car broke down,” Jaime replies. “I called triple AAA, but I didn’t want to—”
“Jaime. You know you could’ve waited with us.” She turns to me, her lips twisted into a frown, as though she resents my presence. “You both can if you want.”
“We don’t want to impose,” I almost stutter.
I have to push the words out. Truthfully, every instinct I possess is telling me to get as close to this woman as possible. I can’t believe I was just thinking about the woman of my dreams only moments ago… because she is the woman of my dreams.
The realization hit me like a lightning bolt.
I can’t let myself think that. She’s my son’s ex-girlfriend… and maybe they’re going to restart that relationship soon.
But I can’t beat down these desires either. They flare to life inside of me, compelling me to walk over to her and loop my arms around her curvy body.
Clenching my fists, I warn myself to stop, to slow down at the very least.
“It’s not an imposition, honestly,” Lorena says. “I can make us all a bite to eat. And dad mentioned he wanted to see you, Jaime. Who knows? Maybe this hunk of junk breaking down was fate.”
Lorena turns and starts walking down the street.
Exchanging a look with Jaime, we both follow.
I just pray he can’t tell how difficult it is for me not to greedily devour the sight of Lorena’s ass swaying back and forth.
Chapter Three
Lorena
As I make the sandwiches in the kitchen, I listen to Jaime and Lukas talking with my dad. My heart pounds as I recall the way Lukas stared at me, those icy eyes staring like he resented me for suddenly appearing. I panicked and offered to make them a bite to eat, hardly conscious of what I was saying.
Really, I was trying to hold back my desires from breaking down the walls of my reason and making me do something silly.
It was like my body moved of its own accord, my legs guiding me to Lukas, my hands lifting to grab onto his firm arms.
He’s even hotter than I remember, his muscles looking ready to burst out of his gray suit.
I carry the sandwiches into the living room and place them on the coffee table. Chirpy sits up in Jaime’s lap, ears perked. Dad leans forward with his elbows on his knees, trying his best to look strong, even if I can tell how tired he is. It makes my heart ache every time I look at him.
I resist the urge to gape at Lukas as I take my seat next to dad. Jaime and Lukas sit next to each other on the couch, as though forcing me to confront the cold facts of my silly crush.
Lukas is a hulking presence in the room, his musky scent filling the air. Or maybe that’s my imagination, wishing things into existence. Jaime sits with his legs crossed, his hand casually stroking Chirpy behind the ear.
My best friend on one side of the couch. His dad, and my crush, on the other.
It’s like fate is trying to remind me what would happen if I ever listened to this longing, buried deep inside of me, getting warmer and more captivating each moment I spend in his presence.
“So, how are you feeling?” Lukas asks, aiming that steely gaze at my dad.
Except it softens a little as he looks at dad, not like the fierceness that filled his expression when he stared at me. I almost shiver when I remember the way he looked at me outside, his lips tight, seeming like he was ready to roar at me for no reason.
“Fine, fine.” Dad waves a hand. “I get tired more easily. That’s the most annoying part. But otherwise, I feel great.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know, Mitchell. I mean that.”
Dad turns to me, and I inwardly cringe. Just before I left to take Chirpy for a walk – he was so full of energy – we were talking about me getting a part-time job to help with college, as well as money toward a car. I didn’t have one in Maine because I lived on campus, but I’ll be commuting into the city now.
Surely he’s not going to ask what I think he is.
“Actually, there is something,” Dad says.
“Dad…”
“What?” he says softly.
I meet his gaze, struggling to think how I can phrase this without giving the game away. I can’t exactly tell him I’ve had a crush on Lukas for as long as I can remember, and the thought of being close to him makes me crazy in two different ways. It makes me crazy like I want to run away… and toward him.
I shrug, and dad turns back to Lukas.
“My daughter is on the hunt for a part-time job,” Dad says. “So if you’re serious about helping, that would mean a lot to us.”
It’s not often I physically feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Me and a couple of my Maine classmates would joke about how often characters in books feel themselves blush when people in real life rarely do.
And yet that’s what is happening now.
When Lukas turns his gaze on me, a fierce red blush rises to my cheeks. I can feel my face warming up. Other parts of me spark to life too, my nipples growing sensitive, and my sex tingling.
I do my best to pretend none of this is happening, pretend that being locked in place by his gaze isn’t making me want to scream.
“What sort of wo
rk were you looking for?” he asks.
He’s staring in that way again. As if he wasn’t already pissed at me interrupting his time with his son and dragging him here. He looks furious at the idea he has to give me a job.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to,” I say quickly.
“I want to,” he says.
I find that difficult to believe as he glares at me.
Shrugging, I mutter, “Something close to college would be good. That way I could fit my hours around my studies. My dream job would be something that would give me time to write, but obviously, that’s not a requirement. I was a waitress back in Maine and I’m not scared of hard work.”
Lukas bites down for a moment, thinking. He has such a captivating expression when he’s lost in thought. But that’s not saying much. No matter his mood, I could stare at him for days without getting bored.
“I have a few laundromats,” he says a moment later. “You don’t need to do much other than sit behind the counter and help if there are any problems with the machines. You’d be able to do some studying on the side. And the pay is decent. I pride myself on taking care of my people.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Dad chuckles. “Lorena, haven’t you ever heard the expression about looking a gift horse in the mouth?”
“I’ll give Jaime a list of locations and he can pass them onto you. That way you can pick the best one. If you can work evenings, it will be even quieter. I think we have three openings for evening workers, actually.”
“Please, that would be great,” I say quickly. “And thank you, Mr. Landon.”
His intense eyes flare, growing wide for a moment when I use his surname. A crazy part of me thinks this is because he wants me to use his first name. He wants me to call him Lukas… no, not just call him that.
He wants me to moan it in his ear, wants me to claw my nails down his muscled back as I scream his name.
“How is college going, anyway?” Lukas asks.
It takes me a second to realize he’s talking to me, even if I’m the only one he could be talking to.
Jaime works as a social media manager for a franchise of bars and clubs in the city, landing the job on his twenty-first birthday. Before that, he was flitting between jobs, but he never wanted to go to college.
“It’s going well,” I say. “I think so, anyway. I love being able to dedicate so much time to reading. Even if some of the texts are a little dry.”
“That’s why you need to finish your book,” Jaime says.
“Have you started writing a book?” Lukas’s voice is dark, intense.
I’ve imagined this scenario so many times, him showing an interest in me, but now that it’s happening I feel like my tongue is trying to loop itself into traitorous knots.
“A few,” I say. “But I think I need to start plotting them. I’ve been pantsing… that’s a writer term for going with the flow, basically. I always get lost, forget where I’m supposed to be going. So this time, I’ve promised myself I’m going to be more methodical.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Lukas smirks. Is he mocking me? “I’ve never been much of a reader, but I’ll look forward to it.”
I almost snap at him not to make fun of me, but dad and Jaime seem to miss the significance of his smirk, of that glint in his eyes. He picks up his drink and takes a small sip, leaving me to wonder if I imagined it.
He’s being a good family friend, nothing more.
He doesn’t care about me enough to bother mocking me. He only offered me the job because dad asked. And he only asked those questions about my book to be polite.
I’m relieved when the conversation moves on to other topics. Dad and Lukas talk about cars for a while, both of them lightly teasing Jaime about his hunk of junk. I’m able to recede into the background of the conversation, silently watching Lukas, trying not to lose my mind every time he glances at me.
I wish this feeling would stop.
It’s like my body is urging me to give myself to him, to make babies with him.
With an effort, I push the absurd notion away. Or try to.
Chapter Four
Lukas
After dropping Jaime at his place, I find it difficult to focus for the rest of the day.
I drive through the city, gripping the steering wheel so hard I feel like I’m going to snap it clean off. I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked sitting there on the couch, with her legs crossed, making her thighs appear even thicker and more alluring.
It was an effort not to claim her every time my gaze rested on her. It was the way she held herself like she was torn between giving in to her natural sexiness and her shyness.
I imagined her bent over the back of the couch like I do now, Jaime and her dad gone, just me and her…
Her gorgeous round ass on display, the very definition of juicy, makes my mouth water as I slowly step forward and bring my hands to her curves.
Gasping as I slip my finger into her tight little hole…
“No, no.”
I let out a snarl as my mind clouds with thoughts of her.
I tried to carefully probe Jaime about his relationship with Lorena as I drove him home. But Jaime has always been private when it comes to his relationships. It’s not like he has anything to hide, but that he’d rather keep that part of his life separate from anything else.
Without coming right out and asking him, I had no way of knowing if he and Lorena were going to start a relationship again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I pull the car into a convenience store parking lot, killing the engine and letting my head fall back against the headrest.
It doesn’t matter if Jaime and Lorena are only going to be friends now. It doesn’t change the fact they were together for much of his childhood, or that he would hate me forever if I ever dared to make a move on her.
It would be even worse if I listened to these thoughts inside of me, the ones telling me to claim Lorena for life… that she’s the woman I’ve been looking for.
If I told Jaime that I’m thinking about how perfect his ex-girlfriend’s hips are for childbearing, how her heavy tits were made to swell with milk and give life to our children, how every second I was sitting in her fathers living room I couldn’t stop imagining a future with her…
If I told him any of that, he would disown me.
My son has been through enough, being raised by a single father. I did my best. I hope I gave him all the support he needed.
But it doesn’t change the fact I’m the only family he’s got.
I can’t ruin that. I can’t ruin him.
But I’m not sure I can resist Lorena, either.
I return to my apartment feeling like Lorena is still with me, hovering at the edges of everything I do.
As I walk through the front door, I can’t help but imagine a scenario where she’s waiting for me, standing at the end of the hallway with a warm smile on her face.
The scene plays out in my mind as I walk down the hallway.
I see Lorena striding forward and wrapping her arms around me. I feel her fingers gripping me tightly, the hunger in her touch, the need to be as close to me as she can get.
I grit my teeth and stride straight into my bedroom, changing into my gym gear, telling myself to let thoughts of Lorena go.
But my woman is incredibly persistent…
No, she’s not my woman. I can’t let those words start to become commonplace in my mind. She’s my son’s ex-girlfriend.
The last time I saw her before today, she was a dorky teen in braces, so shy she could barely meet my eye… not that I ever noticed that, except when Jamie teased her about it a couple of times. She was invisible to me.
But she’s anything other than that now.
Now, she’s…
She’s everything. My bones ache as I start my workout, warming up with some light weights, trying to focus everything I have on the feeling of my muscles and the movement of the weights.
But it’s impossible.
My mind keeps returning to Lorena, with her wavy brown hair… disobedient hair, the sort that screams at me to grip it tightly in my hand.
I can’t stop imagining how she’d look bent over, with that hair spilling down her back, her round ass aimed at me in desire.
My cock is rock hard, my balls feeling insanely heavy. It’s like there’s some primal force inside of me, compelling me to find her, fuck her, put a baby in her. It’s like there’s a siren song, telling me to do whatever it takes to make her mine.
I sit up on the bench, running a hand over my face as I let out a groan.
My whole body is trembling as I imagine peeling down her pants, revealing her ass one tempting inch at a time, and then smoothing my hand over her skin as she shivers in anticipation.
“Can you take it hard?” I growl.
In my mind's eye, she looks at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes brimming with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, as though she’s not sure she’s going to be able to keep up.
The look in her eyes only ignites the beast inside of me… the animal who’s excited to show her how sexy she is, how sexual, how ready to give me everything I need.
To satisfy this burning hunger, this insatiable desire to paint her body in my carnal craving.
I jolt to my feet and walk through the apartment, not letting myself think about what I’m doing. I can’t ponder my actions, because then the guilt will set in, the knife-edged guilt that will tell me how wrong this is.
I push open my bedroom door and drop onto the bed, eyes closed, my hands already sliding down to my manhood.
I can’t stop myself.
I bring the helm of my cock to her hole, in my mind, pushing in as she lets out a cock jerking whimper.
Groaning, I slip down my pants and grip the base of my thick cock. My length throbs in my hand as I stroke it up and down.
In the fantasy, I slip my cock inside of her and push until I’m buried right to the hilt. Her young slit stretches around my length and then I slide out, fucking her hard, gripping her hips as I drive my hips forward.
I’m lost to the world now. I can’t stop. A bomb could go off outside and I wouldn’t be able to stop stroaking my hand up and down my hard dick, thoughts of Lorena so loud in my head they deafen me to all else.