“I gotta head out again, pretty much as soon as we’re home. But May will keep you company,” he adds, giving his daughter a glowing look.
“And tonight, I’m taking us all out to dinner,” he continues, listing off all the things he wants us to do while I’m in town.
It’s welcome chatter, though.
I can feel my attraction to May more than anything, so if Steve talking keeps him from noticing it, I’m okay with that.
At least I’ll have her to myself while he’s gone. Maybe I can break my big news over dinner? And there’s no fucking way Steve’s paying.
“Dinner sounds great,” I agree with him. “But I’m kinda beat. I’ll probably just chill at your place for a bit, maybe get some shut-eye before doing anything else,” I add, pretending to stifle a yawn.
Sleep is the furthest thing from my mind as I watch May’s sweet, apple-shaped ass winking at me when she walks a few steps ahead of her dad and me.
“What, or who keptyouup all night?” Steve teases me, chuckling to himself as he pokes my ribs, but I feel my face darken at the words.
“Just had a sleepless night. Excited to be coming home,” I tell him, forcing a smile to play along.
“Home?” Steve exclaims. “You haven’t called it that for years. You getting’ clucky in your old age, Big B?” he adds, still ribbing me.
“Guess I am,” I murmur. The edge of my lip curls as I watch his daughter’s fine, thick thighs through her jeans.
Picturing my hand sliding up in between those hot legs of hers.
“I guess I am,” I repeat to myself, studying her hips now.
Pleased with how they move. Certain they’re strong enough to take my own weight as well as all those babies I can see she’s built for carrying.
I guess I am getting clucky.
CHAPTERFIVE
May
Dad’s plans to re-arrange days off for himself backfires.
Turns out old Mr. Rodgers won’t have anyone work on his prized truck except my dad.
But dad manages to get the morning free, and after a sleepless night of thinking about nothing but Brandon, there’s no way I’m just gonna sit at home and sulk that I can’t go pick him up without dad being there.
I reason to myself that being the third wheel for a couple of hours is way better than no Brandon.
And once dad goes back to work, it’ll be just Brandon and me.
Or at least, I hope so.
So once we’re on our way, I almost forget all about how badly I want to have Brandon all to myself.
I mean, I can hardly stand straight when he looks at me. How would I really be if it was just him and me, all alone together?
I’d probably be a nervous wreck, so having Dad around as a bit of a buffer suits me fine for now, seeing Brandon again after so many months.
For a little while, at least, just until my nerves settle.
I was practically swimming in my own juices last night. Even put a towel down in the end. I was so wet just thinking about him.
And once I spot Brandon in the airport crowd after parking the car, I feel exactly the same, only stronger.
Wetter and hornier for him than I ever thought possible.