Page 6 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad

“Like you were thinking about a woman sucking you off.”

I snorted. “She didn’t suck me off.” But hell, another thing I wished I’d thought of.

“But?”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking. It was nice. Different?”

He arched a brow. It might have reached his hairline if he had one, but Dunc was bald. It added to his terrifying appearance. A former bouncer, he was built like a linebacker. What people didn’t know was that deep down, Dunc was as softhearted as one could get. “You got kinks I don’t know about?”

“You’re a pervert.”

“First, kink isn’t perverted. Second, you’re the one hooking up while you’re supposed to be Christmas shopping. Third, my sex life is like...” He made a wanking motion. “I gotta live vicariously through you. So, how different?”

“She was the opposite of my usual.”

“Short, fat, and ugly?”

I threw a pen at him. “No. She wasn’t blonde with fake tits. She was curvy. It was sexy.”

He nodded. “Nothing like round hips to hold on to while fucking.”

“She was young. And while she denied it, she may have been a virgin.”

“Jesus fuck, Brett. A teenager?”

“No! God, no.” How old was she? I never asked. But she definitely wasn’t a teenager. “Twenties.”

“Like Lindsay?”

I winced. “Don’t put it like that.”

Dunc shrugged. “Like what?”

“Equating my fucking a young woman to my daughter. That is perverted.”

He laughed. “You’re the one going there, not me.” He rose. “You need to work out all that tension. I’ll go check to see if Gloria is gone.”

When he left, I weeded through the work on the desk. Dunc and I ran a tight ship. We did our jobs well and hired the best managers, trainers, instructors, and other staff. It made working easy.

With the all-clear, I changed into my workout clothes and hit the treadmill. After running ten miles, I hit the weights. By the time I was done, the tension of the day was gone. I headed home, packed my bag, loaded up my SUV with presents and holiday decorations, and started on the two-hour drive west to the cabin.

When I arrived, I stepped out, inhaling the fresh air. I’d grown up in the area, and at eighteen, I was eager to leave. I still prefer the city to the country, but I couldn’t deny that sometimes, getting away from the hustle, bustle, and pollution was a salve for the soul.

I had a little time before the sun set, so I hurried to put up lights on the outside of the house. When I finished that, I headed inside and grabbed a beer from the fridge that I had stocked by a local guy whom I paid to watch the place. With beer in hand, I set about setting up the fake tree and other decorations.

I texted Lindsay again. This time, I got a response that she was fine. That was it. Nothing about where she was or when she’d be here. But she was alive.

I made myself something to eat, and after dinner, I went out onto the back deck. My guy had cleared it of snow and prepped the hot tub, and I intended to use it. Since we didn’t have neighbors, I stripped despite the fact that it had to be less than thirty degrees out, and I sank into the tub with a sigh. This was living.

I didn’t grow up with money. Not that my family had been poor, but we had struggled sometimes. I worked hard, and today, I had more money than I could spend. Between the nationwide gym franchise I owned with Dunc, the Internet supplement and fitness nutrition company I started in college, and learning to invest, I’d never have to worry. Lindsay wouldn’t either. And if she had kids, they wouldn’t have financial strife either.

Yep, life was good. Maybe not perfect, but what was perfect? A wife and family? I tried that, and it didn’t work out. I got Lindsay out of it, so it was worth it, but the minute her mother left, life improved. Of course, I had to fight for Lindsay and fork out a shit-ton of money, but today my ex was off with husband number three, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Since then, I decided wives were overrated. At least for me. Lindsay was fine being raised by me, with some help from Dunc. I knew how to cook and clean. As sex went, I could get that without marriage. Besides, it was like having an itch. A biological function that needed to be scratched now and then. And in my case, after how quickly I came inside Miranda, perhaps I needed to scratch a bit more than I had been. Maybe I should have gotten her number. I very rarely fucked a woman more than one night, but I could make an exception for her.

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Miranda

Iwoke up the next morning feeling sore in my nether parts. I brought my hands to cover my face, partly in shock and partly in giddy laughter at what I had done last night. I'd lost my virginity to a perfect stranger.

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