“Do you blame me?” He grabs my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each of the fingertips one by one.

  “No. You’ve had an…interesting day.”

  “To say the least.” He sighs. “And to think it started off pretty great.” He holds my hands in his, not letting them go and I wish he’d let me touch him because I know how to relieve some of the tension he’s feeling. “My daughter hates me and my son would too if he knew where I am and what I’m doing right now,” he says finally.

  I wince.

  “Raegan doesn’t hate you,” I whisper. I’m not sure I can refute the second part of his statement but I do know Raegan doesn’t have a hateful bone in her body and if she did, it would not be towards her father.

  “Fine, but she’s certainly pissed.”

  “Maybe.” I shrug. “But by tomorrow she will want to talk and work it out.”

  “Yeah,” he murmurs.

  I stare at Theo, who’s still staring straight ahead, not looking at me and I wonder if all of this is worth it. I care about Theo and if this is going to torment him, I don’t want to be the reason for his internal struggles. “Theo…we don’t have to do this. If it’s too much…you and me?” I let out a breath and pull my eyes away from him to look out the front window. “We can just stop. I don’t want to add to everything you’ve got going on. I—” My words are halted by his hand behind my neck and then his lips on mine. I would have imagined it would be aggressive but it’s soft and sensual. His lips move against mine so slowly, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling gently before he slides his tongue to swipe along mine.

  He pulls back slowly and his lips are shiny and wet and I lick mine, tasting him on me. “It’s not too much.” His voice washes over me and goosebumps erupt on my flesh as a low pulsing begins between my legs. “It’s no one’s business what goes on between you and me.”

  I don’t want to go back and forth about it or ask for any more reassurances. This isn’t a relationship. It’s supposed to be fun and sexy and if I can serve as a distraction, then I’ll be that too. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach over the console again, grateful that he also decided to wear clothes suitable for car sex. I grab his dick through his sweatpants before pulling him out with ease and he lifts his hips so I can push his pants to his ankles. I run my hand up the long and thick length of him before dragging my thumb over the tip causing him to suck in a breath through his teeth. “No underwear?”

  “Seemed a little pointless,” he says as he lifts his hips again, pushing his dick harder into my hand.

  “In gray sweatpants? You’re kind of slutty, huh?” I scrunch my nose before leaning over the console and dragging my nose down his cheek. “I like it,” I whisper.

  “Shit.” He groans as I lower myself and let my tongue ghost over the tip of his cock. I’m very aware that my bare ass is in the air as I lean over the console and my short dress is barely covering it.

  I grin to myself, wondering how long it takes for him to realize that. I wrap one hand around the base of his dick and slide my mouth down as far as I can go. I knew he was big and I find myself struggling to take his full length. I swallow, trying to open up my throat to push him further but I choke slightly, letting saliva slide down his dick to my hand.

  “Don’t force it, baby.”

  I pull back to look at him, my skin humming at him calling me baby again. “I want to.” I bite my lip. “I want to get your whole dick in my mouth.” I move forward so that I’m an inch from his face. “I can be kind of slutty too.” Lust flashes in his eyes and his nostrils flare as I press two of my fingers to his mouth, before sliding them in. He runs his tongue over them, sucking them hard before I remove them and move them down my body and between my legs.

  “You going to touch your pretty pussy while you suck me off?”

  I nod. “Sorry in advance if I get your seats wet.” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he lets out a breath.

  “I don’t give a fuck. Put your mouth back on it, baby.” I settle my face back in his lap, placing a hand between his spread legs to hold myself steady while I’m still fingering myself. I’m still completely covered, but his hand is now on my back, stroking me gently and I know it’s only a matter of time before he lifts it. “Jesus Christ, Avery. Oh my Go-oddd.” He moans as he pulses in my mouth as I push myself further down on his dick with each suck. “Give me your fingers, I want to taste you.” Heat flashes up my spine as I pull them from my wet cunt and into his view. It only takes a second to feel his lips wrapped around them. He groans around them as I continue fucking him with my mouth.

  I slide my fingers from his mouth after he’s done running his tongue all over them and licking them clean to wrap my hand around his dick to move in tandem with my mouth.

  “God dammit,” he lets out a breath and I wish I could look up and see him at this moment but the angle makes it impossible. Next time, I promise myself.

  Cool air hits my skin and a growl so low and throaty rings in my ears like a promise. “You don’t have panties on.” He sputters like he’s trying to hold off his orgasm.

  “Uh uh,” I say through a mouthful of his cock.

  “Fuck. You should have led with that.” He grabs my hair and yanks me off his dick, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that I feel a prickle at my roots that travels all the way down to my clit.

  When I sit back on my heels, he’s already moving his seat back and I move across the console to settle into his lap, pulling off my dress and the lacy bralette I’d worn beneath it. I haven’t slid down on him yet, sitting on his thighs, his dick standing proud between us slick with my spit.

  “Your mouth.” He grunts as he drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “Jesus.” He presses his lips to mine just as he lifts me up and slides me onto him. He pulls back to drag his lips down my neck. “I’ll come in it next time.”

  “Please,” I beg.

  “I just couldn’t wait.”

  “Oh God!” I cry out, as I take the full length of him. My pussy is still tingling from my earlier assault so I know it won’t take long for me to come.

  “Yeah?”

  I begin moving faster up and down on him, knowing that both of our orgasms aren’t far out of reach. His lips find one of my nipples, and I throw my head back as he sucks my entire breast into his mouth before moving to the other. “Yes!” I whimper when I feel him bare his teeth.

  “You going to come on my dick?” I moan in response as I feel my orgasm looming. “Use your words.” He lifts me, effectively removing himself from me and I cry out at the loss of contact.

  “Yes, yes I’m close, put it back in! Please!” I beg just as he drags the tip of his dick through my slit. He taps it against my clit soft at first before smacking it harder and harder and rubbing against it. The sounds are slick and sexy and I want them to play on a loop in the back of my mind like an endless soundtrack.

  “Come the fuck all over me, Avery. I want to smell your pussy on me for the rest of the night.” He lets me fall back down and onto his dick and I begin fucking him harder, pushing us towards our climaxes. I rub my clit against his pelvis with every down thrust and just like that I’m at the peak of my orgasm. “Oh God, yes. Theo, I’m coming! Right there!”

  “Fuck yes. Your pussy. Jesus.” He grits out and maybe some variations of my name but I’m too far gone, my orgasm dragging me under like a tidal wave. I don’t have a coherent thought in my head as this man has fucked them all out of me. All I can feel is him wedged between my legs and his lips on my neck. I’m still moving up and down on him when I feel his hands tighten on my hips. “I fucking love your pussy,” he moans in my ear and if I hadn’t already come all over him, I would have again. “You’re so wet. Fuck, you’re soaking me.” He groans and then I know the moment he comes long and hard inside of me, with my name on his lips.

  I press my lips to his, swallowing his groans. I press my hands to his chest and I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palms. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest as we both come down from our powerful orgasms. “I think I got your shirt wet,” I whisper as I trail kisses along his jaw. I rub my finger along the hem of his t-shirt and he chuckles.

  “I don’t care.”

  “I wish I could come home with you.” I bite his jaw gently. The high of the orgasm hasn’t quite worn off and I find myself feeling clingier than I did an hour ago. I want to go home with him and shower with him and then snuggle with him in his bed.

  “Me too.”

  I’ve been in his bedroom a few times, in totally innocent situations and I’m eager for the first time I get to sit on his bed for reasons other than with Raegan the few times we helped him choose what to wear on a date.

  Date.

  I cringe thinking about him with another woman. Would he date someone else while we are doing this?

  We aren’t dating.

  We’re just…fuck whatever we’re doing.

  “I’m still inside you. Why the face?” he says and I realize that I’d pulled back and stared off into space. His hands reach up to cup my face and his thumbs drag over the apples of my cheeks.

  “I…I didn’t think this through,” I whisper. “Not wearing panties.”

  “Yeah…I…” He chuckles. “I even brought condoms.” He narrows his eyes at me. “But that’s not the reason for the face. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

  I hate that he can see through me. Is it because he’s still inside me? I immediately pull off of him hoping that it breaks whatever mind-reading capability he suddenly has but he holds me in place, disallowing me to move off his lap. I look down and see the mixture of our fucking slowly dripping out of me and onto his lap. I watch in fascination as he cups my pussy, running his hand through my slit to capture what’s slipping. “Do you want it?”

  I nod and he slides his fingers into my mouth allowing me to taste us. Fuck. I hold his hand at my mouth as I lick it clean before letting him slide out from between my lips.

  “Did I do something?” His face is worried and I hate that I’ve ruined this moment.

  “No!” I shake my head. “It’s silly and…we aren’t together so I can’t be…” I look around the car, trying to figure out how to phrase it without coming off like a jealous, clingy girlfriend.

  “Avery.” He says my name like a command and it works because my eyes meet his instantly. “Who said we aren’t together?”

  “I—you?” I offer weakly.

  He narrows his eyes into slits. “When?”

  “Last night…”

  “I agreed that we couldn’t go shouting all over town that we are doing this, but I also said do not fuck anyone else.” I had forgotten that little fact but that still could have been something he said in the heat of the moment. A moment of possession where a man will say anything before the post-orgasm clarity. “I wouldn’t ask you not to do something and not expect you to hold me to the same. I’m not fucking anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. We are together. I take this very seriously, Avery.”

  I smile, letting his sexy sweet words wash over me.

  “And next week when I have an empty house, I expect you to figure out how you’re going to get out of your house and into my bed because I want you there.” He rubs his hands over my nipples before placing a kiss between them. “Just because this can’t be anything more than sex does not mean it doesn’t mean something.”

  She’s back in her seat and I’m glad I had the foresight to bring another shirt that I hand to her. She pats herself dry as best she can before holding the shirt to her chest. “I’ll take this home to wash it, but…don’t expect it back.” She smirks and I smile at her, my inner caveman wanting to beat his chest with pride at the thought of her wearing my clothes. She slides on her bra and her dress and I pull up my sweatpants, my dick happy but also disappointed that this tryst is over.

  I just came five minutes ago and it wasn’t enough.

  I still want more.

  Ten minutes later, I watch as Avery makes her way into her house. I don’t see a lot of lights on, so it seems like her family may still be out. She turns and waves before she heads in and I find myself irritated all over again that I’m in this situation with her. If she were any other woman on the planet, short of my ex-wife, I could walk her into my house right now without any questions or prying from Lucas. I make my way inside and hear people talking. I immediately slide my jacket on, grateful I’d brought it, and also that I decided to wear a black t-shirt because the bottom of it is definitely wet from Avery’s cunt.

  “Dad!” Lucas calls from the living room and when I walk in, I see him and two of his friends watching the highlights from tonight’s 76ers playoff game. They both wave before turning back to the television. “Where you been?”

  “Gym,” I tell him, already having the lie ready in case he was home.

  He nods because it wasn’t unheard of for me to work out late. “You want to have a beer with us? Did you watch the game while you were there? It was fucking insane.”

  “Maybe in a bit, let me shower first. And no, I was going to catch the highlights. I saw they won though.”

  “Fucking crushed them.” He cheers as he takes a sip and I head up the stairs to my bedroom feeling my phone vibrate before I even reach the top of the stairs.

  I know without looking who would be texting me at midnight and I smile when I see the nickname I’ve chosen on my screen.

  Heart Eyes: Between last night, this morning and tonight, I am very sore.

  Me: Then I’m doing my job.

  Heart Eyes: Yes, you are.

  Me: I’m about to shower and then Lucas is home, so I might hang out with him for a bit. If I don’t answer, that’s why.

  Heart Eyes: Shower, huh? Me too. Shame we aren’t doing it together.

  Me: I’ll think about you while I’m in there.

  Heart Eyes: *heart eye emoji*

  Sometime later, I make my way downstairs to see Lucas sprawled out on the couch scrolling through his phone. I see his friends have left and I drop to my lounger in the corner. “So, you ready for your new job?”

  He doesn’t look away from his phone and I realize he’s scrolling through pictures from Avery’s graduation party. I turn my attention away from his phone because I don’t need to be reminded of how sinfully sexy Avery looked in that green dress.

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “You don’t sound as excited as you were when they offered it to you.” I can still hear him shouting into the phone when they called with his offer. I went into the NFL right after college, so my situation was different but I still know that a hefty six-figure salary right after graduation from undergrad isn’t the norm, and I was so happy for him. He’d worked his ass off in college and he deserved this.

  But I know my son, and I can hear the ‘but’ lurking beneath that ‘yeah, I guess.’

  “The plan was for Avery to move to New York. We were always going to live there after we graduated. She changed the plan.”

  I would have poured myself a drink if I knew this was what we were going to be talking about. “Okay well, sometimes things change. You guys made that plan, what, four years ago, after high school?”

  He turns to look at me. “We talked about it after sophomore year too and junior year.”

  “Okay, well again, things change.” I cross my arms. “Camille is tired and she and Shawn want to travel and she’s been handling a lot herself for years. The café is going to be Avery’s at some point, so she wants to get involved now. Don’t tell me you’re giving her a hard time.” I’m at war with myself because I would be saying this if it were about anyone, but I’ll admit the fact that it’s about Avery has me feeling a bit more aggressive about it. But really, he’s holding her to a promise they made at eighteen after graduation and too many shots of tequila?

  “I haven’t said anything to her, Dad.” His eyes shoot to mine and I can see they’re filled with annoyance. “I’m talking to you about it. Excuse me for being disappointed that she’s not moving to New York like I thought. Rory is bummed too for the record.”

  “Rory is moving there?” I ask because I hadn’t been aware that it had been a group decision.

  “Yeah, but she wants to work in fashion, so New York was the obvious next step.”

  I contemplate my next question, wondering if I want to live under the veil of ignorance regarding his feelings for Avery to help ease my guilt.

  Fuck it. “Son—”

  Careful. My subconscious warns. Once he says it, you can’t unhear it.

  “I don’t want to hear it about Avery,” he interrupts. “We’re friends, that’s it.” He stands up and the fact that he’s trying to shut down this conversation by leaving the room speaks volumes. Avoidance.

  “You’re okay with that?” I ask as I follow him towards the kitchen.

  He tosses his beer bottle in the recycling bin. “I made peace with it a long time ago.”

  “So you’ve said, but you don’t act like it.”

  He leans against the counter with his arms crossed defensively. “How should I act? She’s my best friend.”

  “I just mean…you don’t treat her like she’s your best friend. You treat her like your girlfriend. You always have.”

  “Dammit.” He sighs. “You don’t get it, Dad. That’s just how we are.”

  The denial is so loud, but for my own selfish reasons, I don’t push it. Maybe he really is just trying to get over her and being in different cities will definitely help. He’ll meet someone in New York and forget about Avery.

  Distance can absolutely make the heart grow yonder not fonder, after all.

  I try to ignore my conscience arguing with the rationalizations I’m making because regardless of his feelings for her, sleeping with your son’s best friend is definitely a terrible fucking idea.

  Over the next few days, I spend more time with Lucas and see little of Avery unless she’s with him. I haven’t so much as touched her since that night in my car on Sunday and I feel like I’m fucking losing it. We have exchanged a few sexy texts back and forth but we haven’t even FaceTimed or talked on the phone because the timing just hasn’t lined up to allow us to do either.