Page 39 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
He straightened, coming to attention. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“I see that.” I tugged at my beard in agitation. What was the right move here? Try to encourage him to focus or overwhelm his senses with pleasure to help him escape his worries? I felt as if I were trying to lead him while blindfolded. I didn’t know enough about his life to guide him the way I craved. “Want to tell me about it?”
Cooper shook his head. “Nah. It’s just stress. Normal college stuff.”
I raised an eyebrow, but he gave me nothing more. “Well, I can help if you let me…”
Cooper suddenly grinned, a little of his usual enthusiasm coming through. “Well, youaremy favorite form of stress relief. That always helps.”
There was the horny brat I knew and lo—well, liked. I couldn’t afford to love him, but I liked him a lot, more than I should. But I was in too deep to worry about that now.
“Better than smoking a joint?” I teased.
Cooper smirked. “Better than smoking a whole bowl.”
“In that case, I suppose I owe you a sex high…”
Cooper shifted in his seat, and I enjoyed the idea that his cock was already hardening between his thighs, making him uncomfortable. His skin would crackle with awareness of all the ways I’d make him touch himself. With the desire formeto guide his pleasure.
If only I were there, I’d touch every inch of him. Bring every nerve ending to life.
“I like the way you think,” he said.
I had his attention now, but he still hadn’t told me anything of what was bothering him. That nagged at me.
“I’m happy to distract you from whatever is bothering you, but bottling up your feelings and thoughts isn’t always healthy, Cooper. Youcanuse me for more than orgasms.”
He looked horrified. “I don’tuseyou,” he said. “Is that what you think?”
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I am happy to be anything you need.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Anything?”
Okay, maybe that was an overstatement. I was the one who’d set boundaries between us. “Anything that’s possible from this side of a screen.”
He looked down, hiding his expression. Was I imagining that he didn’t want me to see his disappointment?
“Cooper—”
“I just need to get out of my head,” he said. “I’ve been working really hard on this project with the guys. And, um, my mom wrote to me. She doesn’t have my current number. I didn’t want her to have it, you know? When she left, I was angry. But her letter was harder to ignore. She wants us to start talking again.”
“And what do you want?”
“I don’t know.” He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m just in a funk. I’m stressed, and it’s making me dwell on shit.” He pulled a face. “I’m fine, really. I just need to shake it off.”
“We can talk about your mom.” I hesitated. “Or your dad. I’m happy to listen.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to go there right now.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I just want to stop thinking for a minute, you know?”
There was obviously more to it, but Cooper’s tone had completely changed. He was shutting me out, and could I really blame him? I’d just done the same by saying I’d be anything for him—as long as we were miles apart.
“Please, Daddy.”
Such pretty words to go with pretty, pleading eyes.
