Page 4 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“Yes, can you imagine?” Craig shuddered. “This poor house took so much abuse. It had to undergo quite the renovation before the bed-and-breakfast opened.”
“It looks lovely now,” I said as he reached a heavy wooden door, throwing it open to display a wide bed with a large, most likely antique, hand-carved headboard. Thick blankets in a cool blue with silver trim covered the bed, and matching pillows were stacked three high. Across from the bed, an ornate wooden armoire perched on small, curved feet, and a low-slung dresser rested against the far wall.
“We like it,” Craig said easily. “I can give you the nickel tour later. You probably want to get settled in.” He handed me a brass key that looked as antique as the rest of the place. “We’re fairly informal here, though, of course, you’re advised to lock up when you’re not here. For liability’s sake. We don’t have a full dinner, but we do offer a happy hour with appetizers, and we lay out a full breakfast in the morning.”
“Sounds great,” I said. “Do I need to go back down for an official check-in?”
Craig shook his head. “No worries. I’ll sign you into the book. The college is picking up your tab, so I’m not too concerned.”
“Thanks.” I cleared my throat. “I’ve not stayed in a bed-and-breakfast in years. What’s your, uh, policy regarding guests?”
Craig met my eyes, looking as if he knew exactly the kind of guest I wanted to invite over.
“If they’re staying the night, they need to be registered as a guest. If not, they need to be out by midnight on weekends.”
“Sounds good.” I tried to ignore the flush rising in my face. I was a grown man, and I had needs. I could arrange a hookup elsewhere, but I was bone-tired and wanted nothing more than to shower and have my evening’s meal delivered—for both my appetites.
He flashed a smile as he withdrew. “Enjoy your stay, Trace. Give us ring if you need anything at all.”
“Will do,” I said, closing the door behind him. I didn’t bother throwing the lock. I’d have company soon enough.
Opening my phone, I loaded my Thrust hookup app, unsure what results, if any, I’d find in this region. To my pleasant surprise, a plethora of profiles were within range. God bless college towns, I thought, as I did a quick search through firm abs and tight asses. My mouth began to water.
“Nope, nope. Maybe. No—ohh, you’ll do,” I murmured as I landed on a lean but muscled torso and a profile that demonstrated a grasp of spelling and grammar. I didn’t bother reading beyond the first line.
I’m just looking for a good time.
“You and me both,” I murmured as I swiped his pic and sent a message right after he accepted my request.
Want to blow off some steam tonight?
I didn’t have to attach pics. They were already loaded to my profile. The app indicated he was online, and he answered almost immediately.
Where and when, Daddy?
I grinned to myself. One ofthoseboys. Even better.
Ever since I’d hit forty and grown a beard, it’d been Daddy this and Daddy that. Not that half of these boys had a clue what it would mean toreallyhave a Daddy. But the title did have its advantages. So many sexy young men wanted the strong hand and thick cock of an older man. The perfect body was less important.Thankfully,I thought as I glanced down at my middle, going a bit soft even as my biceps and chest remained strong from the manual labor I undertook at work—when I managed to drag my ass out of the office, that was. Less often these days, though I used to go out with crews every week.
I sent the details to my hookup: Coop420. I rolled my eyes at the obvious weed reference, hoping the guy didn’t show up under the influence. I didn’t fuck anyone who was drunk or high, and my body needed release.
I shot over one more message before stripping off and getting into the shower.
Show up sober and ready to be put through your paces.It’s been a long day.
2
COOPER
Iwent to all my classes—regret riding heavy on my shoulders today as I struggled to keep up. Why was it so difficult to just sit and learn? I fidgeted and my mind wandered no matter how much I tried to focus on the lecture at the front of the room.
Now, I just wanted to escape. Maybe hide my head in the sand some more. There were parties tonight, but contrary to what my father thought, I usually only attended the parties our own frat hosted. Getting loaded and blowing off steam was fun sometimes. But every week? Not so much. I was a little too high-strung for that. Which is why weed was my vice. It relaxed me, took the edges off the worry that plagued me.
While I scrolled idly through my Thrust hookup app, in the mood for relaxation of a different kind, a match request came in. Someone had swiped me.
I checked out his deets. Not a college student. Older. Built.
This guy was checking all my boxes.
