Page 58 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“I’m expected at one of the rehab houses,” I said reluctantly. “I didn’t know you’d be calling.”
He nodded. “No, of course. You’ve got a life that doesn’t revolve around me.”
“If only it could,” I joked.
There was a tightness to his mouth that surprised me. I felt a niggle of worry. “Are you okay? I could send the guys ahead and catch up…”
“No, I’m fine,” he said quickly. “I’ll see you Friday night.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me either.” He paused. “Will there be reason for a big reward?”
“Reason?”
“Grades?
“Oh.” My gut clenched. “It takes a while to grade term papers, so…”
He nodded. “Right, makes sense.”
The half-truth didn’t sit well with me. I grimaced and added, “I got my test back though. Haven’t looked at my grade.”
“Why not?”
It was difficult to put my anxiety into words. It was one thing to understand my avoidance, but to explain it to someone else? Not so easy. I shrugged a shoulder. “I figured I’d wait until I had both grades, and then we could look at them together.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay?”
His tone softened. “Of course it is, brat. Whatever you want.”
I smiled. “You’re a good Daddy. I wish I could help you as much as you’ve helped me.”
“Just talking like this helps.” He sighed. “But I know you’ve got to go. We’ll talk more this weekend.”
“I hope we do more than talk,” I said with an eyebrow wiggle.
“Go, before I order you to hold back all your orgasms until I return to town,” he said gruffly.
“Tempting,” I said softly.
I knew from the last time he’d punished me with orgasm denial that it eventually led to a massive payoff. All the suffering was worthwhile. Maybe I’d abstain and surprise him with a reward of my own that weekend. If nothing else, it’d distract me from the test shoved into the bottom of my bag.
17
TRACE
When I pulled up in front of Cooper’s frat house, it was bustling with activity. Work had kept me at the office a little later than the week before, and the sun had just set, leaving the sky smudged with light and dark blues, locked somewhere between day and night. The two-story frat house was lit up like a jack o’ lantern, light pouring from two upper story windows, as well as every door and window visible on the first floor.
Two guys wheeled a keg toward the backyard, while another loaded with grocery bags started toward the porch. I got out of my pickup and joined the overloaded kid. “Need a hand?”
“Sure, thanks,” he said, not thinking twice about handing off some of the groceries to a stranger. “Fuckers were so excited about their shitty beer that they just abandoned me.”
I chuckled. “Big party tonight, huh?”
“Is it a Friday?” he joked.
He glanced at me, then did a double-take, finally noticing that I did not fit the college scene. “You, uh, someone’s dad?” Then he added hurriedly, “Everyone who drinks here is of age. We make sure.”
Oh, the irony. I wasn’t sure how Cooper would feel about telling his friends about me, but I wasn’t loving our age gap at the moment. “Relax. I’m not anyone’s parent,” I said. “I came by to talk to Cooper.”
