Page 20 of The Worst Kept Secret

“Smart ass.”

“Hey son, you alright?” I ask as I watch his best friend’s naked ass walk into the living room.God, I’m going to hell.

“Daaaaaaaaad,” he slurs. “Where the hell are youuuu? I’ve called you like four times. I even called Raegan, who also didnotanswer! What is wrong with this family? I’m drunk and I’m the one worried about you all. Where are you?”

“I’m out, Son. What’s up?”

“Out!? At three in the morning? Oh…ohhhhhh. Dad! You got a girlfriend? Shit, am I cramping your style by being here so you felt you couldn’t have a sleepover? My bad. I can go stay with one of my buddies. But Dad, I’m twenty-one, I don’t care if you want to have your girlfriend over.” He laughs.

“No, Lucas, of course not.”

“Of course not, to which? Do you have a girlfriend? You should have a girlfriend, Dad. I don’t want you to be lonely, especially with me being in New York and Raegan moving in with her old ass boyfriend.”

“He’s my age, Lucas,” I snap.

I’m not thrilled about how much older he is than Raegan but can we reign in the cracks on his age?

“Whatttttteevvvverrrrr. So, you not coming home?”

“I’ll be home in the morning.”

“Okay, wrap it up! I don’t want a little sibling.”

Avery appears with two bottles of water in one hand and her phone in the other and my eyes go to her stomach on instinct and I have to fight the intrusive thoughts of her round with my child.Fuck.

She gives me a thumbs up in question and I nod. “Right. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Later,” he says without another word before hanging up.

“Well, he’s drunk.”

“After a night on Pratt Street, no. You think?” She laughs as she holds out a bottle for me before climbing back on the bed and just the visual of her on it makes me want to fuck her again.

“I am going to look like shit in the morning, I don’t have any of my skincare stuff.” She runs a hand over her face. “Please remember me like this,” she says waving a hand across her face, “and not the troll I will look like in the morning for not taking my makeup off?”

“Oh,” I say as I reach into the bag I brought from home. “I brought some things from Raegan’s bathroom that she left there. I don’t know that you use the same products, but I know there’s at least makeup wipes and some face wash and lotion in there and I brought an extra toothbrush for you.”

She looks at the bag in my hands and then up at me before getting off the bed, still naked and glistening with sweat and maybe a bit of my cum. She looks down at it again but still doesn’t say anything, she just blinks up at me curiously, so I continue. “I knew I was picking you up and you obviously wouldn’t have anything. I brought you some of her clothes too, in case you didn’t want to go home in your dress. Something nondescript so it wouldn’t be too obvious whose it was.”

“Theo…wow, that was so nice.” She presses her hand to my chest and reaches up on her tiptoes to reach my lips but she’s still a little short so I lean down to meet her. “Thank you, this is perfect.” She takes the bag from my hands but I don’t let go.

“For the record, you could never look like a troll. You always look beautiful.” I tell her because I have seen her hungover, having forgotten to take her makeup off, and a few nights she probably spent with her head in the toilet, but she’s always been a beautiful girl. In the last few years, she’s gone from beautiful to gorgeous and stunning, and leaving mascara on for one night won’t change that. She gives me a shy smile before retreating to the bathroom.

After about ten minutes, we are both back in bed, her head resting on my chest and her leg threaded through mine. Part of me wants her again, to fuck her in this bed because who knows when we’ll have another chance.Especially not this week with Lucas home.

“So, we probably can’t see each other this week?” she asks.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“When he goes back to New York?”

“It’ll be easier for sure, though, you think you can get away with sneaking over to my house without your parents seeing you?”

She looks up at me. “Maybe I need my own place.” She laughs and I smile back at her.

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