Page 9 of The Man of the House

“She said that?”

“Yeah. She even went so far as to introduce women to me.”

“That’s weird because you were still married to each other.”

“That’s what I told her.”

“She and Dad loved each other so much that when he died, a part of her died too. It was me who urged her to remarry, even if it’s just for companionship. I just never thought she’d go with someone younger than her.”

Evan smiles. “I know. She told me that, too.” He adds milk to his tea and stirs it, his eyes never leaving my face. “Listen, your mom said you don’t know how to drive.”

“God, she really told you everything, huh?”

“She did. So, I have a couple of days off. What do you say about free driving lessons?”

I want to say no, simply because I hate driving with all of my being, but I also want to go outside with Evan and spend as much time with him as I can. “Fine. It doesn’t mean I will actually drive, though.”

He takes a sip of his tea and smirks. “We’ll see.”

Three hours later, I’m pretty sure Evan is almost at the end of his rope. His frustration at my lack of interest is almost palpable, and I laugh to myself.

The vacant lot stretches before us, and beyond it, the road is empty. I’ve been here before, back when I was in high school. We used to hang out here because it’s away from everything and everyone else.

“Why don’t you buy a bigger car, Evan? This Fiat is too small for you.”

At this, the side of his mouth quirks upward. “You’re too small for me, but you take me so well. Same with this car.”

“Oh, God. How dare you compare me to your car?”

“You started it.”

I stare at him in disbelief until an idea comes to me. I rest my hand on his knee and slowly slide it upward. “How about I sit on your lap?”

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EVAN

“Elena, if you do that, there won’t be any driving lessons happening anymore. Besides, this car isn’t tinted. Anyone can see us.”

I should’ve known Elena wouldn’t listen. Even as I growl at her, she crosses the center console—her elbow on my cheek and her knee almost hitting my family jewels—and settles on my lap, fanning her skirt around her, her hands on the steering wheel.

My cock instantly roars to attention as her ass presses against it, and she senses it. She moves her hips, making me harder and harder.

“Oh, wait. What is that? Is it a gear stick on my butt?”

“Elena…”

She leans her back against my chest and continues to grind on me. “I’m not wearing panties, just so you know.”

“Fuck.”

Elena grabs my hand and slips it between her legs, and I groan at how wet she is already. She runs my finger up and down her slit as her ass presses down on me. “Take out your cock, Evan. Now.”

“Elena…”

“I won’t tell you twice.”

She lifts herself slightly so I can take out my cock, and when she sits back down, she slides my full length into her until I’m seated in her pussy. “Fuck, Elena. Fuck!”

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