Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(8)

By: Cassandra Dee

But that’s when my feet skidded to a halt. Because she was here. Holy shit, my dream girl was standing in a sexy red dress, right here in my kitchen, in the middle of Manhattan, brown curls flowing over her shoulders. What the fuck? Was this some kind of mirage? Was my mind playing tricks?

But the brunette hadn’t noticed me yet, she was scrolling through her phone intently, so I let out a low cough.

“Hello,” I rumbled, blue eyes intent.

And the girl spun immediately, eyes wide. Her mouth opened, a perfect peachy “O,” and then closed without a word, brown eyes flashing with shock and then recognition.

“Oh,” she said faintly. “Hello.” Her plush lips snapped shut for a moment, big boobs heaving up and down. Shit, that dress was nothing more than a handkerchief, if she wasn’t careful, one of those tits was going to pop right out of the low neckline. But what the fuck? What the hell was wrong with me? I had no business thinking about my son’s friend like that, like a hungry lion ready to devour its prey. So I smiled, trying to look casual.

“So we meet again,” I rumbled, placing one hand on the kitchen counter. “You’re Jonah’s friend, aren’t you?” I asked casually.

And the nodded, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I- I’m his girlfriend actually,” she stuttered. “I’m Ally, visiting for Thanksgiving break.”

And suddenly everything made sense, the connections lighting up in my head. My son had mentioned he was bringing a friend home for break, a female friend at that, and I’d thought nothing of it. Hell, if Jonah had a girlfriend then all the better, it’d help him man up and use that Y chromosome. And shit, there were always strays around for Thanksgiving and I wasn’t completely heartless, some kids couldn’t afford to fly home for the holidays.

But fuck my life. I’d never expected our guest to be the beautiful brunette. I never expected to see her right here, in my kitchen, looking sassy and delectable in a tiny dress, curves on display. And despite my desperate efforts, my body hardened, cock stiffening. Thank god I was still wearing loose track pants from the gym so she couldn’t see.

“I’m Rob Martin,” I said smoothly. “Ally, is it? I helped you move in a couple months ago, if I remember correctly.”

And she bit her lip, drawing attention to that lush pout.

“Yeah, I never got to thank you,” she said softly. “So thank you.”

Shit, but my dick popped out even harder at that sweet smile. Because she was temptation come to life, I wanted a part of her so badly, every part of her in fact, and I wasn’t used to holding back, I came, I saw, I conquered.

But this is your son’s girlfriend, I growled internally. Back the fuck off, she’s not yours. You’re trying to get in good with Jonah, and this isn’t the right way to go about it, the thoughts you’re having could land you in jail, motherfucker.

So I forced myself only to look at that angelic face, surrounded by a wild mass of brown curls, stopping my eyes from going lower, from visually caressing her delectable body. Eyes up, eyes up, I commanded myself. Stay with it.

And with a casual grin, I turned back to her.

“You enjoying your time at Hudson?” I asked in a smooth rumble.

She flushed, biting her lip before nodding.

“Yeah, college is great,” she said. “It’s such an amazing opportunity coming from the Midwest and all, and thank you for having me these couple days. When Jonah invited me, I never expected ….”

Her voice trailed off. Never expected to see me again? That was unlikely, she knew I was his dad. Maybe she’d wanted to see me again? No way, I’d never put it up to a female as innocent and demure as Ally. But I didn’t want to get into awkward conversations just now, so I smiled casually at her again.

“So how long do you guys have off before classes start?” There, that was a safe topic.

“Oh until the end of the week,” she said quickly. “Dorms re-open on Sunday for classes on Monday, so thank you again for hosting me, otherwise I would have had to look for other accommodations.”

And I nodded. Right, dorms weren’t open every day of the year, I’d forgotten that. Hmm, so that meant the little girl would be staying at my place for five days at least, it was only Wednesday now.

And she nodded.

“Yeah, Jonah and I will be able to go back Sunday, we’ll be out of your hair then. Thanks so much, Mr. Martin,” she repeated. “I really appreciate it.”

But it was the least I could do because the thought of this ripe female under my roof for five days made my heart race and my pulse hammer. Fuck, this little lady would be sleeping in my apartment for the next four nights, those soft, creamy limbs relaxing in my bed, taking showers in my space? Chill the fuck out, I reminded myself again. She’s not in your bed, not in your shower either. She’s got her own space, you’ve got plenty of extra rooms.