Page 25 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I smirked. “Guilty as charged.”
“So.” His posture straightened. “We’ll repeat this each night this week as an incentive to give the weed a rest, okay?”
“Okay…”
“What is it? I hear the hesitance in your voice.”
I shrugged, unable to hold his gaze. “I’m just wondering why you care so much?” I glanced up nervously. “About the smoking, I mean. People like to give me crap for it, but I function fine. I mean, it’s not like weed is even illegal everywhere anymore.”
“Well, that’s not the point,” he said. “Tell me, Cooper, do you make it to class when you’re high?”
“That would be a waste of a good high.”
He snorted, eyes twinkling. “I bet.” He paused, not ready to let me off the hook yet. “Anddoyou skip the weed when you need to make it to class?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip, unable to give him even a half lie. “Well, usually. Not always.”
He nodded.
“But I don’t smoke all the time,” I hurried to say. “I just, sometimes, want to decompress, you know?”
“There are healthier ways.” I opened my mouth to protest, and he lifted a hand. “I’m not saying, don’t smoke anymore. I know some people do it in their free time with no issues. It’s better than this.” He lifted the bottle in his hand. “But everything in moderation, right? The real issue is when you need it to get through the day or to avoid responsibilities.”
“Okay, that’s fair.”
I knew I hadn’t always been moderate in the past. Maybe Trace’s “incentive” wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. At least I knew there were great rewards for resisting the urge to take the edge off my stress.
He continued, “You said in your initial message to me that you wanted to blow off steam with me, that weed wasn’t doing it for you. So, let me do it for you, Cooper. Let me help you decompress. At least for one week. After that… well, you’re an adult, and you can decide what’s good for you, if that’s what you want.”
Well, when he put it like that…nightly orgasms with him were a hell of a perk. And the idea of him being concerned about my well-being was surprisingly nice too. I guess it was all part of the Daddy package. And what a nice package it was. I was sold on it at our very first meeting, even if I hadn’t known it yet.
“You drive a hard bargain,” I said with an impish smile, “but you’ve got a deal.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night. Don’t let me down.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
And I realized I meant it. For once, I didn’t doubt my ability to deliver. This was one challenge I was more than eager to take on—if only for the very satisfying rewards.
* * *
TRACE
Cooper was a hell of a distraction.
Every morning I went in to work—hit with the bucket of cold water called reality. As if waking from a dream, I remembered that the financials were still looking grim, the jobs were still scarce, and even my crew was starting to look a little antsy, as if they could sense trouble in the wind.
Then, every evening, I went home and waited for Cooper to Skype me. He’d had to coach me through the setup of the dang program after suggesting it. I’d never been much for computer crap or keeping up with all the new tech they rolled out every year, or hell, maybe every month. But then I’d never had an alluring boy five hundred miles away either. We were both highly motivated to improve our situation.
And improved it had.
Watching Cooper on his bed, his entire body in the camera’s view, as he pressed a silicone dildo into his ass, inch by inch, while he strained to take it? Fucking magic. The only thing better would be my dick taking its place.
After, when we were spent and messy, we’d talk. So far, Cooper had held off on the weed. It would have been sweet to watch him beg me, while denying himself orgasms, had he failed, but his efforts to please me were more than enough to satisfy me.
Cooper had admitted that he’d been keeping up with his studies better. But he’d also told me, as if fearing a lecture, that he didn’t like school and hadn’t found any passion for his major, of which there’d been three.
I had pushed for reasons, but when he clammed up, I didn’t force the issue. These were early days. But there was something that didn’t add up. Why would Cooper continue to go to college year after year if it wasn’t the right path for him?
