Page 33 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I glanced over my shoulder now, where the rest of the guys were still chatting by the door, hammering out plans to go grab pizza and cruise some of the other parties on campus. Aaron stood smirking, the same Aaron who’d said he wouldn’t keep busting hump without rewards. “Some of the guys won’t like that. They think this is going to be some reward for their efforts.”
“Frat board will vote on how it’s used. If you and I want it to go to Simon, then it’ll go to Simon. You in?”
Simon wasn’t with the other guys. He’d gotten quieter, surlier lately. I didn’t blame him. Unlike me, he’d been one of those overachievers, hella driven to pursue his goals. To lose all that? It must be devastating.
“Yeah, man, I’m in.”
“There’s one more catch,” Kev said.
Fucking great.
Kev pointed to the fine print at the bottom of the flyer. The winning team must maintain a 3.0 GPA to be eligible for the cash prize.
“Fuck me,” I muttered.
“Yep,” he said with a grin. “Time to hit the books. For Simon.”
My stomach turned over, and I forced a grin. “For Simon.”
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A long, lonely weekend passed. Class kept me busy, but the evening was brutal. Knowing Cooper was only minutes away, right on the other side of the campus wall behind the B&B, was incredible temptation.
I considered packing my bags and driving home right then—but I was exhausted from a long day of lecturing. My head throbbed with a faint headache, and my throat was raw. I wasn’t accustomed to speaking so much. My typical workday involved a few phone calls, mixed in with hours of alone time working on landscape proposals for upcoming projects. Not that I had many of those now that Legacy Landscapes had moved in.
I ordered in—just dinner, no sex, this time—and stripped down to my boxers and T-shirt. I’d stay over, despite feeling Cooper’s absence so strongly. I was too tired and stressed to risk a late-night drive.
Once I’d gotten my Mediterranean meal delivered at an exorbitant fee, I gorged on grape leaves, hummus and pita bread, and falafel. I didn’t bother with an entrée because I was feeling indulgent and the appetizers were my favorite items on the menu. While I ate, I turned on the television for ambient noise and attempted to sate my appetite for something blond and svelte by texting Cooper a few times.
We couldn’t really have a long conversation, and sexting was out of the question. He had a life that went beyond me. Tonight there were parties, friends, guys and girls his own age…
Just one more reason to hold on to my restraint.
Cooper sent me a few replies, though, along with snapshots of frat guys doing dumb shit, including someone standing on the roof with his arms thrust skyward. Christ, the liability if the kid fell off that fucking building. I warned Cooper there would be hell to pay if he did something that careless, and he sent me a string of laughing emojis, which got my hackles up, followed by the words,Yes, Daddy,which settled me right down again.
I knew I couldn’t really tell Cooper what to do. He was at a party with tons of his peers, half of which would encourage him to throw caution to the wind. But those two words soothed me. Maybe Cooper would at least think twice, knowing how his Daddy felt about the matter.
His Daddy.
Christ, I was in so deep.
I got home Sunday evening, worn out from the drive, and yet, still full of pent-up sexual energy. All those hours on the road, and there had been only one thing on my mind: Cooper, naked on his knees before me, cock hard and red, muscles straining to hold back the orgasm I’d ordered him not to set free, eyes watery with sexual frustration.
Fuck it. I couldn’t wait another day to see Cooper. I was hardly in fighting form, still worn out from the drive, but I asked Cooper to Skype me anyway. Then I sat down in front of my home office computer and waited.
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Cooper came into view on my screen, hair darkened by water and dripping onto his blue T-shirt. “Sorry,” he said, sounding a little breathless, “I just got your message. I was in the shower.”
“I can see that,” I said. “You’re getting your shirt all wet. Take it off.”
He ripped his shirt off with gratifying eagerness. His nipples were already stiff peaks in a torso that was lean and smooth save for a small patch of hair between his pecs and a tantalizing trail beneath his navel.
“Did you get off in the shower?” I didn’t want to pressure him for sex if he was tapped out. I wasn’t supposed to be in touch until the following night.
