“Hey,” he says, gesturing toward the hot tub. “Can I join you two?”
Well, why the fuck not? Cock block much, Dad?
“Sure,” August says with a smile. He tries to move away from me, but I tighten my leg around him.
Don’t you fucking dare, bro.
Thomas is oblivious to August’s struggle as he slides into the steaming water. But then again, Thomas tends to be oblivious to anything involving me.
“This is nice,” Thomas says, his dark eyes scanning the slopes and then turning back to the two of us. “It’s a bummer we have to head home tomorrow morning.”
I sigh and lean my head back and close my eyes. “Yep, sucks. Back to the real world.”
Thomas clicks his tongue and then clears his throat.
“You guys seemed to have fun with those saucers today,” Thomas says and I eyeball him. For real, dude? This is what you interrupted us for? To talk about sledding?
August laughs. “Yeah, they were fun. They weren’t the best though. Mine cracked apart way too quick.”
“Because of that ass of yours,” I mutter and August huffs a laugh.
“At least you all had fun,” Thomas says and eyes me, like he’s waiting for my response. I shift in my seat.
“Yeah, it was fun. Maybe next year I could learn to ski, or snowboard.”
Thomas nods quickly and meets my gaze before looking away quickly.
“Yeah, we could arrange that. We’ll get you lessons.”
I look at August and resist the urge to lick the beads of moisture off his skin.
“Will you take lessons with me next year?” I ask him.
He peeks over at me and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah, Em. I’ll do that.”
We’re all quiet for a moment and then August asks Thomas, “Do you think my car will be ready tomorrow?”
“Yeah, the mechanic said they’ll have it ready in time for us to leave. So, we’ll drop you two off on our way home.”
My eyes pop open in excitement and I look over at August. God, maybe on the way back home, we could stay the night in a hotel and fuck. Oh, I need to buy some lube and some condoms, lots of condoms, just in case he lets me inside of him. I’d get him on his hands and knees, grab onto those wide shoulders and work my dick inside of himinch by inch….
Whoops. Mayday. Abort! I can’t get hard in here with my dad sitting right across from me. Quick, brain, think unsexy thoughts…unicorns, grass, baseball. Shit, now I’m just picturing August in his tight baseball uniform riding a unicorn through a field. Why am I even like this?
August clears his throat almost as if he can read my wayward thoughts and says, “That’s good. I’m glad my baby’s safe.”
For a second, I think August is talking about me and my heart flutters in my chest. But then reality comes crashing in and I realize that he’s talking about his SUV. I’m still just a dirty secret at this point. I’m no one’s baby.
God, I’m such a loser. I’m completely obsessed with the guy and he still hasn’t even decided if he’s going to tell anyone about us.
August nudges me with his knee and I roll my eyes.
“What’s that look for?” August asks.
“Your SUV is your baby?” I snort. “That’s just sad.”
August shoves at me lightly and my skin catches fire just from the skin-to-skin contact. Ugh. I need to speak to my psychiatrist about this condition, maybe he can up my meds and get me over this stupid crush.
Thomas’ lips turn up as he watches us and says, “Looks like you two are getting along. Perhaps we should plan another family vacation soon.”