Page 6 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

I need to get out of here before I go insane. I need to have her by my side just to numb the agony of being unable to fuck her. I try hard to think of an excuse to get her alone. And then it comes to me.

Pecan pie.

I spring up off my bed and head towards Lexi’s room. I have an excuse to leave this house with her right now, and I have to take it. I knock on her door and she answers it within seconds. She’s breathing hard like she’s been running a marathon…or been touching herself. I feel a surge in my pants at the thought. God, just thinking of the possibility of her with her hands down her pants, circling her clit and thinking of me…it’s almost enough to make me blow my load right here, right now. She looks up at me innocently and I have to try as hard as I can not to kiss her all over and fuck her right now.

“Everything okay?” she asks meekly. My eyes fall to her breasts. Her nipples are pushing against the material of her t-shirt. Is she turned on right now, the same way I am? Am I the cause of her arousal.

“I’m going to head to the store. I thought you might want to come with me. We have to pick up a pecan pie, after all.”

Her cheeks fill with warmth and she smiles. I feel triumphant, knowing she’s going to say yes to me.

“I’d love to come…shall we ask my Dad?”

My stomach twists at the thought. I hate the thought of him ruining my time with her. I don’t want him to come with us at all. I clear my throat with a smile.

“I think he’s best left here, don’t you? He can have some privacy…it’ll do him good.”

To my relief, Lexi nods enthusiastically. She seems keen on the idea of us being alone together, and it fills me with a new found confidence. Maybe me and her aren’t as out of my reach as I thought.

“Alright… let’s go.”

I lead her down the hallways and out the door. She scurries to keep up, staying close to me. It feels good. It’s almost as though she’s chasing me down. And God, I’ve missed the thrill of the chase with a woman.

We don’t drive too far, but I know exactly where to take her. I’ve lived on the outskirts of Solana Beach for as long as I can remember. It’s large enough to mostly blend in but small enough to feel like I’m not going to be bombarded with reporters and the paparazzi all the time. It’s close enough to LA for my frequent work trips, and it keeps my life as private as possible. People around here tend to know me and don’t give me hassle, so it’s the perfect balance that I’ve always sought. Plus, it’s a seriously picturesque place to take a girl you like.

I’m not here for the beach, though. I’m taking her to the local indoor market, where you can get freshly baked goods and fresh produce. I can tell that if she’s a cook, she’ll appreciate the atmosphere. The second we get inside and the smell of pastries and fresh fruit hits our noses, she smiles, glancing at me.

“You knew I’d like it here, didn’t you?” she says, her eyes bright. She barely said a word in the car, but now that we’re here, she’s finally coming out of her shell a little. I smile back. Seeing her this happy is a turn on, to say the least, and I feel an urge to grab her and kiss her in front of everyone. Still, I keep my randy hands to myself.

“I had a hunch. Come on. I’m trusting you to pick out the best pie.”

I follow her through the crowds. My eyes never leave her. She’s too sexy to ignore, after all. In the crowd, she stands out from the rest. Her ass swings as she walks. I want to press up against it and feel her back up against me. But this fantasy will have to wait. We’re in public right now, and I can’t risk a scandal. As much as I blend in here, I never know where someone with a camera might be hiding to get a sneaky picture of what I’m up to.

“Flynn! Flynn West!”

Oh no…I should’ve expected this to happen. When I’m out in the open like this, in a crowded place, there’s always someone who recognizes who I am. Lexi glances back at me from ahead, probably thinking a neighbor of mine is calling my name, but I can already tell it’s a fan. I feign being unable to hear, wanting to stick close to Lexi and not be disturbed, but the chorus of women calling to me gets louder and more insistent. I sigh in annoyance. I’m going to have to stop and speak to them.

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