Page 12 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“Hey, Eddie, don’t beat yourself up times are going to be rough for a while. But you know, you can do a lot now that you couldn’t before. You’re still young…you can find someone else. Explore your options, you know? You don’t have to settle for the way she treated you.”

Lexi keeps her head down, focussing on her meal. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with us openly discussing the divorce. Considering that her mother was the one to cause it, it can’t be easy to hear. I let my eyes scan over her and my dick grows hard. Damn, if Lexi was mine, I’d treat her so well. I’d buy her anything she ever desired. I’d fuck her every night ten times over if it would satisfy her. Hell, I know it would satisfy me.

“You’re right, Flynn,” Eddie says, putting down his fork. “I don’t have to mope around to get over this. Hey, why don’t we head out tonight? It’s been years since I last went to a club…we could get some drinks, have a dance, have a laugh. Two single guys just out for a good time, right?”

The comment is like a punch to the stomach. He has no idea that I’m reserving myself for his daughter, the thought of heading out to look for another woman is sickening to me. Lexi’s face has fallen too. Maybe she doesn’t like the idea of me being with someone else. Maybe we’re on the same page after all.

“Well, I can be a damn good wingman when I want to be,” I say, hoping I’ve made it obvious to everyone here that I’m not looking for anything. Did I imagine it or did Lexi just smile a little? “If that’s what you want to do, Eddie, we’ll do it.”

“Good!” he says, clapping his hands together with a smug smile on his face. “Then let’s do it…finish up your pasta and we can head out.”

Forty minutes later, we’re waiting for a taxi to pick us up and take us to the bars. There’s not much in the area, but I’m not particularly invested in this night on the town anyway. I’m only getting involved to please my best friend. Besides, it will be a welcome distraction from the constant hard-on I’ve had since Lexi and I met this morning.

Lexi passes us on her way upstairs. She’s changed into her pyjamas and she looks hot as hell. Her silky shorts and top are revealing enough to entice me, but innocent enough to keep her sweetness in tact. She’s clutching a mug of hot cocoa, looking a little miserable.

“Have a good time.” she says. She glances at me. “I guess we won’t be reading lines tonight…”

Fuck. I hadn’t considered that. Glancing back at Eddie to check he’s not looking, I step forward and cup her elbow in my hand, brushing my thumb over her soft skin.

“Soon…I promise,” I say gruffly, staring into her eyes deeply. As our eyes connect, it feels like something locks me on to her. I don’t want to leave her behind. I want to send Eddie off alone so I can go upstairs and fuck Lexi until the sun rises. But I know that’s out of the question. I’ll just have to be patient and bide my time.

“Okay,” Lexi says, brightening up a little. “See you.”

“Come on, Flynn! Cab’s here!”

I sigh and force myself to pull away from Lexi. I roll my eyes for her pleasure and she giggles at my response to her father. Perhaps it’s a little cruel on Eddie, but if he wasn’t so intent on getting in the way, I’d be getting laid tonight. Instead, we’re heading out to some shitty clubs where we’ll pretend to have a good time. We’ll probably end the night with him crying on my shoulder about the ways his marriage has gone wrong.

What a treat for me.

As we pull up at the clubs just out of town, I can see the look in Eddie’s eyes as he stares at the local strip club. I’ve never been interested in strip clubs, and it appeals to me even less now. I don’t want to see girls in skimpy underwear dancing for money. The only girl I want to see in her underwear is waiting for me at home. But I can see that Eddie won’t be deterred on his first night of freedom. He pays for us to get inside and we enter the dark club.

It smells of whiskey and lust in here. The booming music almost masks the jeers of the men crowded around the poles on the stage. Young, beautiful women in thin as paper underwear grind on the poles and while doing their best impressions of porn stars as they look deeply into the eyes of their customers, biting their lips and licking them seductively. And yet, not one part of me is interested in this facade. I want to go home, grab Lexi and kiss her hard. I want to fuck her until she screams my name. I want to make her mine. But I’m stuck here for the night, so I guess I’d better get a beer and try not to fall asleep.

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