It’s going to be nice, to do something social, to distract myself from the grief over losing Lisa that follows me like a phantom, that never stops stalking me.
It’s just a shame that Alexis happens to be Triston’s daughter.
As I march into the living room and drop onto the couch, I forcibly remind myself it doesn’t matter.
I’ve got a crush, nothing more.
And even if it was something more, nothing’s ever going to happen.
No matter how much I wish it would.
CHAPTER FIVE
Triston
I never thought one person could affect me so much. Even hours after dropping Tamia at work, my entire body throbbed. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, those thick delicious looking thighs of her, or the shyness in her gaze, the way she squeezed her hands together as though practicing for my cock.
But then, Alexis came knocking on my office door startling me back to reality.
“I’ve just had the best talk with Tamia,” she said. “She’s agreed to go on a little photography excursion with me. You don’t know how relieved I am, Dad. I honestly thought she was going to hate me.”
“Nobody could hate you, sweetheart,” I said. “I’m glad you’re getting along.”
Alexis beamed. “It’s like this weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t have to imagine the way she’d react anymore. I’ve been driving myself crazy doing that, you know.”
“I know,” I told her. “You seem so much happier.”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Me? Why?”
She shrugged. “You seem a little grumpy… even grumpier than usual.”
I laughed at the teasing note in her voice. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
That was two weeks ago, by my count, and ever since then, I’ve done my best to tame the beast inside of me. The beast who awoke the moment I laid eyes on Tamia. I try to push it deep down, where it can’t compel me to act, to find her, to make her mine.
Night times are the worst.
Even after a full day working on my business, and then a two-hour workout when I come home, I still find it difficult to sleep.
Lying down, I’ll close my eyes and immediately Tamia will flood my fantasies. She’ll slowly unbutton her waitress’s shirt, staring at me with her cheeks blushing that enthralling red, her hands trembling slightly as though she needs me to guide her.
I try not to grab my throbbing dick as, in my mind, her voluptuous breasts spill free. But it’s impossible.
Before I know it, I’m stroking myself frantically, hypnotized by the fantasy of slipping my fingers into her hot tight slit, driving deep into her wetness, getting her ready for when I open her with my big fat cock.
Now, I close my eyes for a moment, shaking my head.
I’m in the home office again. It’s Saturday morning and Alexis is playing music from down the hallway, a pop song I vaguely recognize.
Turning to the spreadsheet in front of me, I try to stop the figures from shimmering across the screen.
But I fail.
Tamia, the words blur. Claim her. She’s yours. Fuck her. Now.
Alexis walks past my open door, her phone to her ear. “Yeah, but you need to think about the composition…”
I grit my teeth. She’s talking to Tamia again.
They’ve met up several times since their initial phone call, going into the city to take pictures. Alexis has gone over to Tamia’s apartment a few times too, but so far Tamia hasn’t come here.
What would Alexis say if she knew about the fantasies taking hold of me each and every second? How would she react if she knew how badly I wanted to be with her new friend?
Fuck.
I can’t even imagine her reaction.
Tamia is twenty, I learned during the past two weeks. Which makes her twenty-three years younger than I am. I’m forty-three. Tamia probably sees me as an old man…
And yet, even if that’s the case, I don’t care. My seed doesn’t care. My body doesn’t care. My heart doesn’t care.
I would claim her anyway, showing her just what she needs.
“Dad?”
I look up to find Alexis standing at my door, her phone pressed against her shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Is it okay if Tamia comes over for dinner?”
I stare at Alexis for a moment, biting down as what feels like a lightning bolt hits me right in the chest.
She wants to bring Tamia here, this would be the first time I’ve seen her since I gave her a ride to work.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back. If I’ll be able to stop myself from going into full animal mode and taking her.
Pushing the thoughts away, I rest my forearms on my desk.
What other answer can I give?
“Sure, I don’t see why that would be a problem.”
“We’re going to order pizza and watch a movie. You’re welcome to join us if you want.”
“And cramp your style?” I tease. “I think I’ll give it a pass. And Alexis… you don’t have to ask me if you want friends over. You know that.”