Page 60 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
Cooper laughed. “Seriously?”
I scowled, and still chuckling, he kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Daddy, you’re being silly.”
Raising an eyebrow, I said, “Am I?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Simon is just grateful that my charity project might save his ass. Assuming I can pull it off.” He rolled his eyes, but somehow managed to look affectionate as he did so. “And besides, you’re myDaddy.No frat boy could compare to that.”
“No?”
“Not even close,” he said.
I kissed him again. He really was a good boy.
* * *
COOPER
I drew Trace to my bed and pushed him down on it. He glanced around, taking in my cluttered desk and pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I would have cleaned up a bit if I’d known he would be here. This hadn’t been the plan. I was supposed to join him for an evening of fun at the B&B. I was eager to show him that I wasn’t high-strungallthe damn time. Last weekend had been great, but it’d been overshadowed by my problems. I wanted this weekend to be all about us finding a rhythm together.
“So, this is where the magic happens, huh?” Trace said, eyes twinkling.
I thought of all the times I’d been naked on this bed for his viewing pleasure. The memories of our sexting sessions made my skin heat, but I much preferred having his body in the same room with me. I pushed him down, crawling over top of him. “Youare where the magic happens.”
“Charmer,” he murmured before tugging my head down for a quick kiss.
I sat back on my heels, straddling his waist. “This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go. Kev had a family emergency and can’t be here tonight. I’m the other most-senior frat brother, so it falls to me to be the DSS.”
“The designated sober schmuck,” Trace said, nodding.
I smirked. “You know the terminology.”
“Simon educated me.”
“The party is likely to go late,” I said regretfully.
He looked amused. “I’m familiar with how frat parties work.”
“You could stay for a while?” I suggested hopefully.
Trace looked wary. “Does your dad ever visit the frat?”
I snorted a laugh. “Frat parties aren’t exactly his scene.”
“But does he know your friends?” he persisted.
I suddenly realized where this was going. My heart clenched. Not so much because he was worried about my father finding out about us; more because I knew my father’s friendship mattered to him. They’d drifted apart once before, and now I was putting him in the position of risking it again.
“No. I wouldn’t have chanced kissing you out there if I thought it’d get back to him.” I swallowed. “I know you don’t want him to know about us.”
Trace’s hands tightened on my hips. “It’s not that I don’t want him to know, brat.”
I raised my eyebrows. That was news to me.
Trace levered upright, bringing us within kissing distance. But he didn’t kiss me. He stared into my eyes instead. “I don’t want him finding out by accident,” he said. “I want us to tell him when we’re ready. When we’re sure.”
“Sure of what, Daddy?”
