Page 119 of The Single Dads Club
MacKenzie settled onto the sofa, the laptop balanced on her knees and I scooted in beside her to…supervise.
“Click here,” I told her, pointing to the tab labeled Models. The title had seemed a little strange to me, but I guess it sounded classier than calling them porn stars. The pictures were mostly of topless girls posing seductively for the camera and I of course inspected each image thoroughly, wondering if Cade had slept with them, and which he preferred best. All of the girls were thin and tan with large, fake breasts. I didn’t want to, but my mind had inevitably made comparisons to my own body.
I was of average height, average weight. My breasts were decidedly real, they fell several inches when I removed my bra, and I had far too many freckles to be considered sexy. Pretty, maybe, but certainly not on par with the type of women he usually slept with.
MacKenzie scrolled past the photos of the girls without hesitation only slowing down when she reached the men.
“That’s him.” I pointed at the screen with a trembling finger when Cade appeared.
It said his name was Sebastian, but it was definitely Cade. He was standing near a weight bench, gym shorts loose on his narrow hips to show his cut abs and he was smirking like he knew a secret the rest of us didn’t.
“Damn. He’s fucking hot.”
I giggled. “I know.”
MacKenzie clicked on his photo. Though I had spent time last night obsessing over each one, I couldn’t help but lean forward to join in her inspection. He had a full page of photos. In many of them he was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, and then a few where the boxers had been removed and every glorious inch of him was proudly on display. The tattoo I’d wondered about was a tribal design that covered his left shoulder and crawled up his chest, ending at his neck.
I blushed at the sight of his fully erect cock and heat crept up my chest until I was rosy and warm. I couldn’t help but reminisce about being near Cade in the semi-private hospital room, where I’d been close enough to feel the heat of his skin and the scent of his musky arousal. He was huge all over—broad muscular chest, nicely defined abs. He’d practically taken over the entire small hospital room until it was filled with his presence and I could hardly breathe.
MacKenzie scrolled down to the bio beneath the photos. I’d read it last night too, but couldn’t resist reading it again over her shoulder. It said he was their newest model, and worked exclusively for their site. The bio claimed he was extremely professional to work with and always focused on making sure the girls felt comfortable. Outside of work he enjoyed working out and listening to rock music. It sounded like a clichéd line of bull, but that didn’t keep me from grasping at every bit of information I could get.
Tyson appeared from the kitchen, this time with a bottle of beer, and sank down on the chair across the room. “Please tell me you’re done.”
“There’s no need to be jealous Ty. Here, how about you see what a real man looks like?” MacKenzie teased and started turning the laptop in Ty’s direction.
I elbowed her side. Tyson was only a few inches taller than me, and had a slight build, but he was cute and I didn’t like her tearing him down. Especially since he regularly caught flack for being one of only a few male nursing students.
“I get to see that every day when I look into the mirror, so I’m good.” He smirked before polishing off the rest of his beer.
MacKenzie closed the laptop. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go out, just the three of us. We’ll hit up a bar, have some drinks, celebrate your birthday and your first experience searching porn and having Jell-O shots”
I chuckled while considering my options. I was definitely starting to feel tipsy, I felt frisky from looking at Cade’s photos and I was twenty-one and finally old enough to go out. How could I say no to going out?
“Let’s do it!”
By the time we arrived at the bar, the Jell-O shots and the drinks MacKenzie had made had caught up with me and I was ready to let loose. Tyson slipped his arm around my waist and helped me inside. After refusing MacKenzie’s request for more shots, Ty got us a round of beers and waters, before we made our way to a vacant corner booth.
I slumped back against the seat, resting my head against Ty’s shoulder. “What was in these Jell-O thingies? I feel funny.”
MacKenzie laughed. “Vodka. I thought you knew Jell-O shots had booze in them.”
Ty grasped my chin, turning my face to his. “How many of those did you have, Lex?”
I tried to count and lost track. “Um, six? Eight? I don’t know.”
“Shit,” he said, and took the bottle of beer from my hand, replacing it with the water before turning his glare at MacKenzie. “Damn it, Kenzie. You said you’d watch out for her tonight.”
She waved him off. “She’s drunk, not dead, Tyson. Calm down. It’s her twenty-first birthday, and P.S.—you’re not her dad.” She knocked back a healthy swig of her own drink.
“Don’t fight, you guys. I’m fine.” I reached out to pat each of them reassuringly but fumbled. “See? I’m totally fine.”
They both laughed at my lack of coordination.
“Sometimes I forget how sheltered and innocent you are, Alexa. I swear you act like you were raised by the Cleavers, with your day-of-the-week cotton underpants and everything.” she winked, teasing me jokingly.
I sat up straighter in my seat and glared at her. “Just because I’m a virgin to Jell-O shots doesn’t mean anything. Hell, I’m a virgin in every sense—” I slapped a hand over my mouth.Ohcrap! Crap! Crap!I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.Damn you, alcohol!
MacKenzie leaned across the table in my direction. “Are you serious right now?”
