Page 18 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I bent over my desk, gaze firmly fixed on the work order in front of me, but the words were blurred on the page. I couldn’t see them without my glasses and fucked if I knew where those were. Not that it mattered when my brain was playing the Cooper Rutledge show on a loop instead of letting me focus on work.
He had taken that spanking beautifully. Like a natural.
My blood heated as I recalled the little whimpers that’d escaped him as I’d paddled his ass red. I’d been gentle, considering it was his first time, but I could tell that Cooper would have taken more, a lot more.
He’d have let me slide my cock into that red-hot ass after a spanking too. I should have done that.
It wasn’t for lack of Cooper trying. He’d wanted his fill of me before I had to leave, waking me in the night with hungry kisses. We’d used friction and sweat and pure fucking need to come again before I’d taken him to the shower, washed him, shampooed his hair, and ordered him to get some sleep, with a swat to his ass for good measure.
He’d shot me a smug smile—a brat who’d gotten what he wanted—before doing as I asked.
“You could fuck me,” he’d mumbled when I slid between the sheets beside him. “I do that sometimes.”
Something about his tone made me think it wasn’t something he did often though. He sounded casual about it, almost too casual. Cooper’s trademark, I was learning.
I’d kissed his shoulder and told him to sleep. Then I’d spent the rest of the early morning hours watching him in my bed, a golden-haired angel when he wasn’t misbehaving, before getting dressed and packing.
He’d opened his eyes, saw me with my suitcase, and snapped them shut.
If he couldn’t handle a drawn-out goodbye, that was fine by me. I’d bent down, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “See you, brat. You’re amazing.”
His lips had curled up as I backed away.
I’d had to tell the B&B owners that I’d broken their rule about overnight guests and offer to pay an extra fee, but they’d waved me off with good-natured smiles. It turned out Craig was married to Douglas, so at least I knew they wouldn’t be outraged when they saw my blond-haired angel emerge from the room.
My phone rang, startling me out of my thoughts. Jesus, I’d gone deep down memory lane that time.
The caller ID displayed a name: Hayworth College.
Well, fuck me. My gut clenched.Cooper wouldn’t have told his dad, right?
I immediately dismissed the thought. Cooper didn’t seem to have the closest relationship with Matthew these days. But if Matthew had found out some other way…
“He—llo?” My voice broke and I cleared my throat. “Uh, you’ve reached Laurie & Sons Landscaping.” I was the son, and Dad had retired a good decade ago, but the name remained.
“Trace, it’s Matthew.”
Son of a bitch.
“Matthew!” I boomed, sounding overly cheerful now. I dragged a hand down my face in consternation. “What can I do for you?”
Stop fantasizing about your son? No can do.
“I just called to thank you again for joining the alumni series,” he said, sounding far too calm to know anything about me and his son. Thank fuck.
Relief gave way to guilt. This was my best friend—and I’d fucked his son. What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants for one more night?
And miss out on Cooper? It was worth it.
And didn’t that make me a shit friend? Because I couldn’t regret it. Cooper had been amazing, and our chemistry had been off the charts. I’d never clicked with someone so fucking perfectly—and Cooper wasn’t the first boy who’d called me Daddy. No, it was much more than a kink preference that had made it work.
Not that we knew each other well enough to say it was anything but sexual attraction and compatibility. But damn, there’d been so much potential.
“It was my pleasure,” I said. Then winced. “To do the lecture, I mean.”
Matthew chuckled. “It was nice to catch up too. I was an idiot not to call you sooner. I’ve known for years…”
Matthew and I had talked more over one last drink after Cooper and Lena left dinner the other night. Before Cooper and I had not so much crossed boundaries as blown them up. So I knew a bit more about what had happened with Samantha. Apparently, their marriage had been rocky for years, and Matthew had been insecure. With good reason, maybe. In the end, she’d left him for another man.
