Page 34 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
He shook his head. “No.”
I raised an eyebrow. That didn’t track with my own habits, or that of any guy I’d known. Water, soap, and a bare dick generally equaled a jerk-off session. “Really? It’s okay if—”
“I’m not a liar.”
His tone was a little sharp. I’d touched a nerve. “I believe you,” I assured him. “I’m just surprised.”
He shrugged, eyes shifting away. “Wanted to save it for you.”
“Oh, really?” I purred. I liked that notion. Liked it a lot. Could I ask him to do that all the time? Best not. Owning his pleasure would stroke my ego, but it was a little intense for casual hooking up.
As casual as sexting with your best friend’s son can actually be…
Cooper grinned. “Like that idea, huh?”
“It’s almost as good as punishing you.” I scowled. “Speaking of, maybe I should punish you for that party.”
Cooper looked outraged as he spluttered, “What? But I was so good! You don’t even know…”
“What don’t I know?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled.
“Cooper.”
His eyes darted to me and away. “I don’t want you to be upset.”
“Then don’t make me drag it out of you.”
He sighed. “I didn’t hook up with anyone, even though…”
“You had offers,” I guessed.
“Yeah. I’m not bragging,” he added quickly. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want you, and I know…that’s not really what you want.”
His eyes. Oh, Christ. Those imploring eyes were going to be the death of me. My possessive instincts that wanted to roar,Yes, mine!were at war with my practical side. We were both getting in too deep.
“I’m not upset.”
He looked uncertain. “No?”
“You should do what you want, brat. If what you want is this sexting thing with me, well, I’m happy to take you up on that until you find a better offer.”
“And if I say there won’t ever be a better offer?”
“I’d say you can’t possibly know that. You’re young, you’re gorgeous, smart—”
He snorted. “Smart, yeah, that’s why I’m barely scraping a D average.”
“Grades don’t equal intelligence. You’ve always been smart. I can’t say why it’s not translating in school. But you’ll figure it out.”
His lips parted in surprise. I could see he expected to be criticized. Maybe lectured. That wasn’t who I wanted to be to him though. I wanted to watch him succeed, encourage him, not hammer him with disappointments.
I cleared my throat. “About that punishment…”
Some fire came back into those eyes. Good. My brat was still in there. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
I chuckled. “I know. Too bad. I loved watching you struggle to hold back your orgasm last week. All your muscles tight and straining, your breath ragged.” I groaned appreciatively and palmed my dick through my sweatpants. Usually I wore jeans, but after driving all day, I was dressed down.
