Page 6 of Four in the Family

My friend merely shrugs his broad shoulders.

“What can I say? The heart wants what it wants. Besides, it’s not like my ex-wife cares. Renata was practically cheating on me when the ink was still drying on our marriage certificate.”

I nod, nursing the second old-fashioned as I decide to sip this one more slowly. Taking the edge off is one thing, but I’m not in the mood to get drunk.

“So what did Renata do when she found out you were dating her daughter? Wasn’t she pissed?” I ask, taking a small sip of my drink.

“No, not really,” Gray shrugs to my surprise. “Again, she was never interested in being married. At least, not to me. She met her current boyfriend, Jeremy, right after our wedding ceremony and decided to take off with him.”

I shake my head.

“Right, right. I forgot. He was your pool boy, right?”

Gray nods. He’s over his first wife, that much is clear.

“Yeah, and about twenty years younger than my ex too. But it’s working out for them. Have you heard? They’ve been doing porn together. They’re bona fide porn stars with their own channel on OnlyYou.”

“No fucking way! Renata’s doing that shit?” I snort in disbelief. “Like tits and ass on display? Isn’t she forty?”

“Forty-one her last birthday,” Gray says in a wry tone. “She and Jeremy don’t hold back, either, because they’re going full penetration. Straight, anal, and oral. Apparently, their online handle is The_HippyLovers, and people dig that shit. They love seeing an older womanau naturel, getting banged by her younger lover. Apparently, Renata’s got loads of tattoos now, not to mention dreds.”

I stare at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me? People pay money to see that shit?”

He nods.

“Yeah, it’s crazy right? Apparently, Renata and Jeremy love to smoke too, and sometimes smoke while they’re doing the nasty. I’ve heard Renata even puts the joint in her twat sometimes to let it “smoke” on its own. What a fucking carnival.”

I shake my head.

“Goddamn. You dodged a bullet, my man.”

Gray snorts.

“You’re telling me. But it wouldn’t have made a difference, because I’d already moved onto Vanessa, her daughter. See? Things work out.”

“Um yeah, that’s one way to put it,” I say in a dry tone.

Gray shrugs.

“Look, my point is, everyone’s too wrapped up in their own lives to notice something as insignificant as an age gap. I mean, fuck, these girls grow up right? If you’re serious about how much you want this woman, then you should just make a move on her. Even if it’s just to get it out of your system. Like I said: everything works out in the end.”

The suggestion of using Emily like that makes me snort because how could I do such a depraved thing? Yet, I’m bewildered by my emotions, and confused about next steps because I’ve only spoken to Emily once. How is it possible I feel this obsession with her?

Then again, I already know the answer. Her body is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. She’s been living next door for years, but until recently she was just some kid that I never noticed. Literally, I couldn’t have told you her name until last year.

Then, she got hot. Holy fuck, but I can’t believe how fucking hot she got. How she looked at the barbecue last weekend. Her huge tits and the way they bobbled under her wet t-shirt. The swell of her wide ass and the way her soft thighs rubbed against one another when she ran into the house in a panic. I can feel my cock hardening just from imagining how warm and wet her body would feel beneath mine.

But it’s more than just an insane attraction. It’s something else too. Something about Emily makes me want to fight any other man who might ever touch those sweet curves.That’snew. This kind of protectiveness that makes me long to own her completely, mind and body, and treat her so right that she’ll never want anyone else again. And yet all this, from only speaking to her once. Fucking pathetic.

But I can’t deny Emily’s got a hold over me. Look at me sitting here in a bar, mooning to my friend about a girl. I’m behaving like a sixth grade boy getting ready to ask the most popular girl to a Sadie Hawkins dance, and not a forty-five year old alpha male.

“Just do it,” Gray says helpfully, like he can read my mind. “Age is just a number, my man.”

“I’ll think about it,” I nod, and pay the bill. I’m all talked out for tonight and feel the need to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.

“Where are you going?” asks Gray.

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