Page 7 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

A group of five middle-aged women clamber through the crowd toward me, jabbering like parrots. Lexi sticks close to me, but they pay her no mind as they thrust pieces of paper in my face for me to sign. Most of them are holding out shopping receipts, for crying out loud. I force a smile, never wanting to make a fan uncomfortable, and sign the papers as quickly as I can. I just want to get back to my shopping. But the women stay for several minutes to chat, and I’m forced to play along. When I look at Lexi from the corner of my eye, she looks a little amused at the whole thing, but I can tell she wants them to leave. I hold up my hands after ten minutes of mindless chatter.

“Alright, ladies, we need to get going now we’ve got stuff to buy for Thanksgiving, same as everyone else.”

The women sigh in annoyance, their sickly sweet smiles still plastered to their faces. I say goodbye to each of them, even taking care to remember each of their names that they told me, and then we’re finally free. Lexi and I get some strange looks as we begin to weave through the crowd once more. By the time we reach the baked goods stalls, though, we’re finally given some peace.

“Does that happen a lot?” Lexi asks me. I sigh.

“Sometimes…it depends where I go. I’m kind of a novelty in this town. I have a lot of friends here anyway, but when I come across someone I don’t know…well, they always get a little…”

“Over-excited?” Lexi says with a smile. I feel a surge in my pants. She’s so perfect, I love the way she just knows exactly what I’m thinking. Our conversations seem so easy, though we haven’t even known each other a day. It makes me want her even more.

“Exactly.”

“It must get boring,” she says as she peers at the goods in front of her. As she leans over, I get a perfect view of her perky ass. A growl begins to form in my throat and I have to stop myself from grabbing her right here, right now.

“It does.”

Lexi turns back to me with a shy, yet mischievous smile. “I bet if you dropped down on one knee for one of those women, they’d say yes right away.”

I chuckle gruffly. “You reckon?” I take a step closer to her. Among the mixture of smells in the air, the scent of her perfume rises to my nose and makes my dick even harder. She smells so damn good.

“I think so,” she says quietly, obviously noticing my proximity as I move in. I smile at her.

“Well, I don’t want any of those women. Not one bit,” I murmur. “There’s only one woman in this room who has caught my eye…I only met her recently…but I think she’s pretty fucking special.”

I don’t know when I decided to get so brave, but I can’t help myself. She brings something out of me. A primal need to have her. To touch her, to fuck her all night long. The words that slip from between my lips are smooth as silk, and I see the moment that her breath catches in her throat. Does she want this too?

I need to be more careful. Anyone could see us here…as much as I want her, I don’t want to cause a scandal. Not because I care about my reputation, but because Eddie would most certainly find out…and that wouldn’t be good for me.

But being with her…that’s got to be worth any amount of controversy. I feel like it’s my right to have her, to finally have my slice of happiness. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her and now she’s so close to me, right in my reach, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t have the one thing I’ve ever craved.

It makes me so damn angry. Irrationally so, perhaps, but fuck, it’s got my blood boiling. Mixed in with my arousal, I feel like I’m about to explode like a volcano. She belongs to me, whether she or the rest of the world knows it yet…and I’m not going to let her go so easily.

She’s still frozen in place, stilled completely by my words. I want to kiss her soft lips, press my throbbing cock against her, and find out what it truly feels like to want someone this bad when they’re actually within your reach.

But I don’t. I simply smile at her and put a hand on her back, leading her through the crowd again. I’m so turned on that it feels like anyone might notice at any moment, but I try and keep my cool. This might not have been one of my better ideas, coming here, but if my girl wants pecan pie, then that’s what she’ll get.

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