Page 65 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
We slid inside, and Trace started the engine in silence. A heavy weight had descended on our light day. But to my surprise, he latched onto my thigh and pulled me across the bench seat. Then he tipped my face up to look him in the eye.
“If I ever make your life anything but better, you cut me loose,” he said roughly.
Then he kissed me.
He kissed me as if it would be his last. I wound my arms around his neck, anchoring him to me. If I had anything to say about it, I’d never stop kissing Trace. I felt more at peace in his arms than I did anywhere else—except maybe with a hammer in my hand. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I know Matthew wouldn’t approve, but I can’t bring myself to care about that.” His eyes gleamed as he looked at me intently. “Not when I care about you so much more.”
“I care about you too.” I kissed him again, a little more desperately. “I think I love you.”
He sighed, breath fluttering against the pulse point in my neck. “I know I love you,” he said quietly. “I’d never have come this far if I didn’t.” His eyes were pained when he pulled back. “I can’t let you go, so if you can’t handle the fallout with your dad, you have to be the one to end it. I’ll respect your wishes.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Daddy,” I said forcefully, though it sounded more pleading than authoritative. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” He dropped one last kiss on my lips and turned to shift the pickup into gear. “As long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
“I’m yours too.”
He sent me a sad smile before pulling out of the lot. “Let’s get back to my room, and you can show me just how much you’re mine.”
Despite everything, a shiver of lust went through me. I looked forward to feeling his hands on my body, his mouth aggressively devouring mine, his thick cock promising to wreck me in all the best ways.
“I can’t wait.”
19
TRACE
Ipulled Cooper into my arms in the sturdy bed that had begun to feel like my second home. My body was still warm and buzzing from the sex marathon we’d had as soon as we’d returned. First, in the shower. Then again, in the bed. It wasn’t the wildest sex we’d had by far. No, it was gentler, almost…sweet.
After the close call at the park and my admission of love, my emotions were close to the surface. Cooper’s were too. We’d clung to one another, as if afraid someone would tear us apart. Maybe they would. Matthew was a very real obstacle to our future happiness. If we ever wanted more than stolen weekends and Skype sessions, we had to confront our fear of his reaction and come clean. Cooper wasn’t ready yet, but I thought maybe I was. If he hadn’t interrupted me at the park, I don’t know what I might have said. The words had been on the tip of my tongue.
Matthew had ended our friendship once because he feared I was having an affair with his wife. It hadn’t been fair to me. Matthew had been mistrustful and accusatory. And though I was glad for his apology, and I’d forgiven him for his insecurities, I hadn’t been in the wrong. If he chose to end our friendship again, I could handle it. Istillwouldn’t be in the wrong. Cooper was a consenting adult, and he’d wanted to be with me.
But if Matthew disapproved, where would that leave Cooper? I didn’t want him to choose between us.
“Will you come to Thanksgiving?” Cooper asked.
“What?”
“My father invited you to Thanksgiving.”
Right. With everything else, I’d barely registered the invitation. Cooper’s thoughts were obviously on the dilemma of Matthew as well. I tightened my arms around him and inhaled the citrusy shampoo scent of his hair. “I probably shouldn’t.”
He turned in my arms to face me. “What do you usually do? Do you have family to visit?”
“Nah. My parents are gone,” I said. “I’ve got a brother, but he’s way out on the coast. We haven’t kept in touch.”
“Not even through Facebook?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Never been much for that nonsense.”
Cooper smirked. “Says the man who had sex via video chat?”
I chuckled. “Testosterone can drive a man to do just about anything. I’d have learned how to code software if that’s what it took to get another minute with you.”
Cooper sighed. “That is the sweetest, most Boomer thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Hey,” I protested. “I’m not a Boomer.”
