His Father

by A. E. Murphy

  “I don’t want him taking advantage. He’s a shit when it comes to women.”

  I close my eyes but my smile doesn’t vanish. “You sound jealous. Do you want a piece of him instead?”

  When his dirty sleep shirt hits me in the face I squeal and throw it back.

  “I’ll keep away if you like him,” I jest. “Just say the word… ACK!”

  He dives on me and I know what’s coming before he starts. He licks his hands and as I battle to keep him away, he rubs one on my face and then the other.

  “You arse!” I yell, twisting under him as he straddles me and laughs at my disgust. “Let go.”

  I buck him off but we both tumble from the bed and onto the floor with a thud. I land on him so I’m fine but he looks a bit dazed.

  I use this moment to my advantage and straddle him like he just did to me.

  He laughs uncontrollable, his chest heaving and his eyes squeezing shut as I dig my fingertips into his sides.

  “Stop,” he begs but that’s not our magic word. He tries to grab my wrists but I twist them this way and that, keeping them out of his hold.

  Suddenly his demeanor changes, he stops laughing and his body goes still.

  “Stop,” he says firmly this time.

  “Nope,” I laugh, still tickling him.

  “I said stop!” he yells and with a strength he’s never used on me before he rolls me over and pins me down, my hands above my head.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing the look in his eyes as one I’ve not seen before.

  His chest heaves aggressively as he tries to catch his breath.

  “Nothing,” he murmurs and smiles sweetly at me. “I thought I was going to pee myself.”

  “Urrrp,” I laugh dramatically while pretending to vomit. Then I feel something else. Something I didn’t notice until I shifted in a way that has it pressing directly between my parted thighs. “You have a boner.”

  “Yeah,” he murmurs, scrunching his face up in disgust. “It’s been a while since I got laid and you were wriggling on top of it… there’s only so much stimulation it can take before it starts to say hello.”

  I have no words. This has never happened before. I’ve seen him get morning wood but never has he reacted this way to me. Or if he has, he’s hidden it well.

  We just stay on the floor, him still between my thighs, my arms still pinned above my head.

  “You need to move,” I whisper.

  He grinds against me and groans, a tingle shoots up my spine. Of course it feels good. He’s stimulating an area that is supposed to feel good.

  “Not like that!” I screech, staring into his dilated pupils.

  He starts laughing and collapses on top of me, crushing me into the ground.

  “Dude, you are crossing so many boundaries right now.”

  “I’m sorry,” he says genuinely and with a smile on his face he climbs off my body and covers himself with his hands. “Are you okay?” I nod. “Are we okay?”

  “Of course,” I reply, standing and looking at him as he grabs the pillow from his bed and places it over his thing when he sits down. “Is this suddenly weird between us?”

  He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I’ll jerk off to some porn and go get laid this weekend. My body doesn’t know we’re friends and my dad was saying all this shit to me yesterday that has only succeeded in confusing me.”

  I try not to panic at that and ask, “What shit?”

  “He just pointed out all the reasons you’re basically marriage material.” He looks as though he’s gauging my reaction so I make a point to not react. “But we’re us. Marriage, sex, kids, that’ll all ruin everything.”

  I hum my agreement and move toward the door. “Tell your dad to stay out of our business.”

  “I will.”

  “We’re best friends, Mad,” I call over my shoulder. “I can’t lose you.”

  “You won’t.”

  What the fuck is his dad doing? Is he not content with playing with me that now he has to bring his son into the equation too?

  Sargent

  I woke up when I heard Maddox leave. That boy does work hard. I don’t have to work as much because of the slack he’s picking up, that and I’m boss. Most of that shit is done for me.

  I brush my teeth, shower, and when I re-enter my room, there’s a very perturbed-looking Tempest waiting for me.

  She’s truly beautiful today. Her hair is damp and hanging over her shoulders, her nipples are visible through the fabric of her white shirt. I should give her my card to buy new clothing but then I wouldn’t get to see her perky round tits nearly every day.

  Her greenish-hazel eyes are alight with her anger but that doesn’t stop her from getting a good look at my bare chest.

  I hold onto the towel around my waist with one hand as I use my other hand to push my hair back.

  “What can I do for you, Temptress?” I ask and her eyes flicker to mine and narrow.

  “Maddox got a boner this morning.”

  Ew. “Okay, didn’t need to know that.”

  “Well, it’s all your fucking fault.” Her glare is a powerful one but I can’t stop thinking about my son and his… NOPE. “Why did you have to go and open your big mouth?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “He told me what you said, he said it’s confusing him. We were play fighting like we always do and he got a fucking boner.” She’s really mad about this. “He’s my friend. I can’t lose him. Why did you have to say anything?”

  I take a step toward her. “I just wanted to see how he felt about you.” That’s the truth too, sort of. It’s a half-truth.

  “Why?”

  “So when we fuck, he’s not getting hurt,” I reply. “Unfortunately, he told me to stay away from you.”

  “Good,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest which only makes her nipples stick out more.

  Groan.

  “Because we’re never having sex again.”

  “Yesterday I was inclined to believe that too but today is a new day.”

  Her mouth drops open. “I’m not having sex with you. I don’t even know what I was thinki— Pick your towel back up.”

  I look down at the towel around my ankles and grin. “Oops.”

  “No, we aren’t doing this,” she snarls and sounds serious so I sigh and pick up my towel like she said. “I have plans soon.”

  “Oh?”

  “Devon just called.” She raises a brow, she’s goading me. It’s not working. Just because I want to jab him in his dick doesn’t mean it’s working. “I’m going to draw him today.”

  My hand that isn’t holding my towel clenches into a fist but my face remains stoic. “Sorry, what?”

  “He’s taking me to buy some new pencils and then I’m going to draw him.”

  I stare at her, waiting for her to laugh and declare that she’s kidding. She doesn’t.

  “Naked? You’re going to draw him naked?” I ask because I just need her to clarify.

  “Yes.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  She laughs humorlessly. The sound grates on my nerves. “I don’t think you have a say in the matter.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure.” Her eyes widen when I drop my towel again, revealing my rather solid cock.

  “Don’t,” she whines, backing up as I prowl toward her. “Sarge…”

  At the last second, I turn away and reach for my closet door.

  She lets out a breath and watches me dress. She wants me.

  “I’m not one to stand in the way of art, when I can spectate,” I say, turning to her in just my boxers. “What say you?”

  “You’re coming with us?”

  I nod once. “Yep.”

  “I… he…” She looks around, trying to find some excuse. “I was lying.”

  I raise a brow as I assess the truth in this admittance. “You’re not going to draw him?”

  “Not today, I mean… he off
ered and I said I would but we didn’t make any plans. I just wanted to…”

  “See how I’d react?” Is she testing theories or being childish? I don’t care for it.

  She nods once much like I did and turns to the door.

  “Don’t play games with me, Pest, I’m too old for that shit.”

  “Stop saying shit to Maddox then, okay?”

  “He’s my son, I’ll say whatever I choose.”

  “You’re going to ruin everything!”

  I shake my head as disbelief courses through me. “You’re as foolish as he is. He’s likely the best man you will ever meet and you’re fooling yourself if you think you’ll stay friends forever.”

  “Why do you want me with him so badly when I know you don’t even like me? You’re so confusing. How can you admit you want to fuck me in the same chapter that you say you want me with your son?”

  She has me there. “I didn’t say I wanted you with my son.”

  “Then what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying I need to know where I stand in this cute little threesome so I can fuck you without worrying about ruining my son’s life!” I’m yelling. Shit. She just brings out the worst in me.

  “I don’t want to fuck you so your problem is solved and you can stay the fuck out of my—”

  That sounded more like a challenge to me so I clamp my lips down on hers before she reaches the end of her sentence.

  “Sargent!” she yells, shoving me away but I see the arousal in her eyes and raise a challenging brow. “You’re worried where you stand yet you’re still trying to do this?”

  “What’s one more time?” I reply, grabbing her and forcing her over my bed. “Tell me to stop right now and I’ll stop.”

  When she doesn’t a surge of masculine pride moves through my body and straight to my cock and my hands yank down her bottoms. I massage her rear, smoothing my palms over her smooth skin before cupping her around the front and finding her clit as my angry cock sinks into her wanting pussy.

  A groan leaves me, one that translates just how amazing she fucking feels.

  “Why, don’t, we…” I pant between thrusts and then stop because she arches back and it moves me in a way that has me teetering on the edge already. “Just take this one day at a time? And fuck until we tire of each other?”

  “So… friends with benefits?”

  “Minus the friends part.”

  She glares at me over her shoulder. “You’re such an arse. Why don’t you like me? What have I ever done to you?”

  “I don’t like anybody, angel,” I reply. “But we don’t have to like each other to enjoy this.” I start to thrust slowly again and her eyes gently close. “Let’s take advantage of it while we can.”

  “Birth control,” she murmurs and I’m elated that she didn’t say no.

  “Birth control,” I repeat in agreement and wind her braid around my hand, figuring one more time bareback won’t hurt if she’s getting the morning-after pill anyway. “Hold tight, angel.”

  “To what?”

  She gasps when I slam into her so hard she shoots forward, face-planting the mattress. I laugh, but only for a second as she starts to quiver around my hard dick that’s still firmly inside of her tight little cunt. She’s so wet, making it hard to manipulate her clit in the right way. Though I know I must be doing it right because she’s mewling like a fucking porn star and her entire body is shaking.

  I pump slowly, circling my hips and then jackhammering into her quickly until I feel her nearing the edge. I’m teasing her but I love it. Her little curses and whimpers and moans are fuel to my already heated fire.

  When I lose it, it’s seconds after her and it’s maybe even more intense than the other night. She feels so good I can’t stop, not until we’re both so sore and tired it’s all we can do not to pass out.

  The next day, as promised, we go to my doctor and get her the morning-after pill which she takes with ease, he tests us both for diseases and books her in to get the IUD as was her request. We also get more condoms than I can count of all varieties to last us until that appointment. I’m not sure it’ll be enough.

  Tempest

  “What’s that?” Maddox asks.

  It’s the weekend and it has been a seriously long week at work. I have to leave in less than five minutes and Maddox is taking me.

  When I’ve been home from work and Maddox has been occupied or working himself, I’ve been in the arms of his father. Who, during the times we aren’t fucking, acts like I don’t exist. But during the times we are, fucks me like it’s his last time.

  “It’s nothing,” Sargent replies, unable to look me in the eyes as he passes.

  Maddox has just opened the door and there’s a man there with a clipboard in his hands and a van parked behind him. “New furniture?” he asks, trailing after his dad.

  “No.”

  “Sex toys?”

  “Son,” Sargent snaps when the man with the clipboard starts laughing. “Take her to work before she’s late.”

  “I’m on it.” Maddox winds an arm around my shoulders as my eyes finally meets Sargent’s. He’s not happy that Maddox has me so close but what can he do? He’s my best friend and thankfully, since the incident with the boner last week, things have returned to normal. “Need me to pick you up?”

  “I’ll let you know,” I reply softly, smiling up at him. “How is work? You look less stressed.”

  “You were right about the crate issue. It’s resolved. It was just for emergency deliveries. Every cargo ship has one.”

  I wind my arm around his back and grin. “Told you not to worry.” I look back again at Sargent as I climb into the waiting SUV. He gives me a small smile and nods for me to go. What’s in the van, I wonder?

  “I think my dad is taking pictures again. He was in the dark room this morning at like six.”

  I tense and look at my friend. “He was?”

  “Yep. And his cameras aren’t where they usually are.”

  “Huh,” I reply. “Did you ask him about it?”

  “Nah, I don’t want to scare him off. It might be a private project.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “I tried to get in there when you got up and he was in the bathroom but the door was locked. It’s never locked.”

  Thank heavens. “He’ll show you when he’s ready.”

  “And now this delivery… it has one wondering…”

  “Stop being nosy.” I giggle and slap his arm.

  He feigns injury and pretends to swerve the car to the side. “I’m driving, you ass.”

  “You’re driving my arse?” I retort. “That’s just dirty.”

  He slaps me back, hard, it misses my arm and gets me in the diaphragm. So naturally, like any other good friend; I pretend that I can’t breathe, as though he’s knocked the wind out of me.

  “Shit,” he curses, pulling to the side of the road and turning to face me. “Are you okay?”

  “I… need…” I grab the back of his head, pull him closer and as he nears with worried eyes, I lick the side of his face with a very wet tongue.

  “You nasty little bitch,” he laughs, sitting back and wiping my spit off his face.

  I grin and look at the cars passing us on the road. “Get driving or I’m going to be late.”

  “SHIT!” we both scream when a man suddenly slams his hands against his side of the car.

  His black eyes glare right at me and he taps a finger pad against the glass so hard his finger bends backwards. “You! I know you!”

  “Oh my God,” I breathe. Laughing at the state of the asshole whose nose I broke. “It’s Cap guy.”

  “I should get out and kick your ass,” Maddox snarls at him as I lean around him and give the prick my middle finger.

  “Have a bath, you dirty fuck, you stink!” I shout at him, keeping my middle finger in his sight as Maddox pulls away.

  I laugh with my friend as we put the carpark and the greasy guy behind us.r />
  “What a loser.” Maddox sighs, shaking his head. Then he starts laughing again. “You dirty fuck…? That’s a new insult for you.”

  “It was the first thing that came to my head.”

  He squeezes my thigh. “I’d have kicked his ass, but you’re going to be late for work.”

  “It’s fine.” I grin as I awkwardly take his hand off my thigh and place it back on the console. He’s never touched me like that before. It felt different. Or perhaps I’m reading into it. “I think breaking his nose was enough of a punishment.”

  “That was badass.”

  “I’m glad you think so.”

  When his hand goes back to my thigh, I bite my lip but leave it be. It’s an intimate touch that I’m not sure how to deal with because it’s Maddox and Maddox doesn’t touch me intimately. We’re friends and that’s it.

  I mean… I’m fucking his dad.

  This is getting complicated. I need to tell him. I need to speak to Sargent about telling him.

  Sargent

  It’s done. I admire my handiwork. Clear plastic sheeting is carefully tacked to the wall and ground. An easel stands in the center of it, big enough to hold a rather large canvas. There’s a chest full of shelves that pull up, housing many different kinds of paints. I’m not sure what she favors so I bought them all.

  There are also sketch pads of all sizes and pencils of all types and qualities.

  It’s past the firepit, far enough away from the pool but not so far that she can’t see it.

  I hope she likes it. Though I think I’ve done too much. There’s even an optional gazebo hood that will protect her from the sun if necessary.

  It is too much.

  I’m starting to panic.

  I don’t do this. I don’t give gifts and make nice gestures.

  Who am I anymore and what is this girl doing to me?

  When I’m about to tear it all down, I hear a car pull up in the driveway. It sounds a lot like Devon’s but I don’t want to make assumptions. My heart is already hammering in my chest.

  Why did I think any of this would be a good idea?