Greek God: A Single Dad, Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 34)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Two please,” I ask from the waiter.

  Less than a minute later our shots arrive. “To traveling and meeting wonderful people from other cultures,” I say.

  “Cheers to that,” she says.

  We tip back our shots and I’m feeling good. The lamb and Greek salad were incredible. Dimitriou has been treating me well for years, since I first came here as a boy.

  “Anything else, Nick?”

  I look at Jackie who puts her hands on her stomach and leans back in her chair.

  “I think we’re all finished.”

  We stand to go. Dimitriou will put it on my tab and we’ll settle up at the end of the week as we always do.

  “Woah! We were here for almost three hours,” she says.

  “Time flies when you’re having fun. I think this is one of your expressions, no?”

  “It is.”

  “I love your language. There are so many nuances and rules, but then exceptions to those rules. I enjoy speaking it whenever I can,” I say as I hold the door open for Sophia and Jackie.

  “I’d love to learn Greek, but it just…”

  “Yes, it’s very, very challenging. It’s hard to know where to start.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” she says.

  “And what are your thoughts about your accommodation? It seems the person will never arrive.”

  “Yeah, I think I’m going to have to look for something else,” she says.

  “Many places will be closed because of the holidays. They’ll be at home with their families now through our Orthodox Christmas and New Year’s.”

  “What should I do?”

  “Well, the big hotels will probably have space, but they will be very expensive.”

  “I’m trying to keep an eye on my money,” she says. “Maybe this fly to Greece on a whim thing wasn’t such a smart idea.”

  “Well then it’s settled. You will stay with us. And it’s always a smart idea to fly to Greece. You’re going to have a great time here. I’m sure of it.”

  “Stay with you?” she asks.

  “I hope I’m not being to forward, but yes. You must stay with us. We have a spare bedroom that is already made up. I can’t take no for an answer.”

  She doesn’t reply.

  “At least for one night. You can unwind from your flight, use our Wi-Fi, and we can get you a sim card for your stay here in case you need to get in touch with me or anyone else. I’ll keep an eye on my phone while you’re here to make sure you’re safe.” And I’ve definitely been keeping an eye on her since she arrived.

  I never considered younger girls to be a legitimate possibility for romance and more when it comes to someone in my situation. I’m a single dad and I don’t really have time or the desire to play the field or take part in the games kids play these days. And I certainly don’t have time nor do I want a meaningless hookup. It’s not who I am and it doesn’t set a good example for Sophia. As a dad there’s one thing I’ve come to learn. No matter how young your children are and how much you think they don’t know or understand, they know and understand everything. They can read body language and read between the lines. If I told Sophia one thing and did another it would only make me a hypocrite and then why would she have to listen to anything I say. That goes for everything from not eating a cookie before dinner to the time that will come in the future when I tell her to respect her body when it comes to dating and boys. Uh…like just about every father I hope that day never comes, but it will.

  But Jackie is different. She seems like a risk taker. She’s fun. She enjoys life. Many people these days just live to work, never taking the time to really enjoy the relationships they build with other people. I’ve only known her a few hours, and surely she’s experiencing that euphoria of someone on holiday, but I can tell she’s different. Everything is perfect when you’re on holiday, but I can sense that she’s always this positive. I want to know more about her, and I know my time to do that is limited. If she can accept my invitation then I can take the first step towards seeing more of her immediately.

  “I’m not sure. You must be busy?” she says.

  “Nonsense. It’s the holidays. These are a time for unwinding and relaxing.”

  “But what about your family? Don’t you want to be with them?”

  “We were just with them, right Sophia?”

  “Right!” she says.

  “They live in Paris now. Sophia and I are here, alone.”

  “Alone over the holidays? That doesn’t sound good.”

  “Which is why you must be our guest. Come on. We can walk there. We don’t even have to take the car. It can stay parked here. We live that close.”

  I extend my free hand to her. She looks at it and then puts her hand in mine. I feel the electricity as I did at the airport when her hand was on mine. But this time it’s better. This time we’re on the same page. I’ve got Jackie’s hand in one hand and Sophia’s in the other.

  This feels very right. Too right.

  CHAPTER 6

  Nick

  A book of Homer’s poems is in my hands. I’m staring right at it, but I haven’t turned the page in probably twenty minutes or more.

  My mind’s not on the book. It’s on her.

  She’s in the guest bedroom sleeping now, but before that she was the star of the day…and night.

  Once we got back to my place the three of us played games, listened to Greek music, and even managed to stuff down a few Greek desserts. I like sharing my culture with others, but what I’d really like is to be sharing my bed with her right now.

  I haven’t been with a woman since my wife left. It’s not from lack of opportunity. It’s by choice.

  I want the one. I made a mistake the first time. I don’t blame myself. I learned from it and I love Sophia. But I would blame myself if I made the same mistake twice. Then it’d be my fault.

  But there’s nothing to fault about her. As much as I like her I think Sophia may even like her more, if that’s somehow possible. They got along like best friends. I saw the way Sophia looked at her. I can easily imagine them doing things together and Jackie teaching Sophia things. I need to face the facts. I’m a man and there are certain things I can’t do for Sophia. Certain ways I can’t communicate with her but a woman can.

  But there’s no way I’ll just let that woman be some woman. She has to be perfect. Not just for me, but for both of us.

  I saw that tonight. It was only one night, but I saw it with my own two eyes and it made me feel like there’s hope thanks to her.

  Greek stoicism teaches me to not desire things, but to prefer them if possible. Having a woman in my life is the perfect example. I would prefer it, and it would be great if it happens, but I will not long for it and cause myself to make a bad decision or for this desire to take over my life.

  And that’s how I live, and it’s always felt right…until today. Now I understand why the stoics are so revered. They found a way to remove desire. I thought I had too, but now I know I was just pretending…just fooling myself.

  I want her. I desire her. Every minute that passes that desire feels more and more like a need.

  It’s not good, or is it? It’s natural. Following the ways of the stoics worked for me, but maybe now it’s time to let that all go…to feel as alive as she’s making me feel.

  What’s wrong with me? How is this girl able to make me feel this way? Why can’t I even explain it?

  I’m letting her sleep in my home and I have a young daughter. What am I thinking?

  I feel I’m a good judge of character, but this is just crazy…or maybe it’s not…or maybe crazy is good.

  Like many kids I backpacked around Europe, although it was years ago. There were dorms where there were often eight or more of us in a single room sleeping in bunk beds. Nothing ever happened. People are good. I believe this. I have faith in people even after what my ex did to Sophia and I.

  And Sophia is accustomed to having a lot of people in and out of th
e house. We’re always entertaining guests whether friends or my business associates.

  It’s just that this is happening so fast. I didn’t even feel this way about my ex. We were friends for a while and then started our relationship. Looking back I’m not even sure we were truly in love.

  I hear a noise and my eyes come off the words on the page.

  A second later I see her! She’s tiptoeing past the doorway in a white T-shirt, and I’m not sure what, if anything, underneath.

  Her legs look strong and powerful. How I wish they were wrapped around my back right now as I held her in my arms as I had her pinned against the wall.

  She stops.

  “Oh, sorry,” she says. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

  I realize my table light doesn’t illuminate out past the doorway. She must have just noticed it as she passed.

  “Yeah, just doing some reading before bed. Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah. Just a little case of jet lag I guess. I was thinking of grabbing a glass of water if that’s okay.”

  “Of course. Allow me to give you a hand.” I say

  I stand and quickly realize maybe it was better if I didn’t offer my services. I already have a quickly growing erection which is stretching the fabric of my shorts.

  We walk together to the kitchen and I turn on a small light. I prefer the warmth of a incandescent light bulb to the glow of some halogen light at this hour.

  “Water, juice, tea, coffee…maybe ouzo?”

  She laughs.

  “It will help relax you and put you to sleep.” I’m not the kind of man who tries to get girls drunk, but it’s true. There are many Greeks who take a shot before bed to induce sleep. It can work wonders, although I limit my consumption of alcohol in general.

  “You know what? Why not?” she says.

  I pour two glasses of water and two shots of ouzo.

  “We can sip them,” I say. “We don’t have to tip them back as we did earlier. This particular ouzo is good for enjoying. I think you’ll like the taste,” I say.

  “I’m sure I will,” she says. “Cheers”

  “Ya sou,” I say.

  We both take a sip.

  “That’s cheers in Greek?”

  “It is.”

  She leans forward on the kitchen island. I know if I drop my line of sight for just a second I’ll be able to see down her shirt. It’s taking the will of the entire army of the three hundred warriors who battled Xerxes at the Battle of Thermopylae not to do so.

  “You have such a beautiful culture.”

  “And you have such beautiful eyes,” I say. It’s like the words just fell out of my mouth. They’re very true, but I don’t want to seduce this young girl who’s staying in my home. This should be a safe environment for her. I never want to make a guest feel uncomfortable.

  “Can I tell you something?” she says.

  “Anything,” I say.

  “That’s the first thing I notice about you. Your blue eyes and how they literally sparkle. I think it’s the contrast of your skin.”

  “If I was clever like Homer or Aristotle I would tell you the blue was taken from the depths of the Aegean Sea by a Greek Goddess and placed there for safekeeping.”

  She giggles.

  “Yes, I know. Very cheesy. That is why I’m not one of our famous poets.”

  “No, no. It’s not that,” she says. As she laughs she extends her hand and places it on my forearm. “It’s…” We both pause, feeling the same thing. There’s a certain connection whenever our skin meets. It’s indescribable. The smile is wiped clean from her face and she looks very, very serious.

  Her tone softens as she continues. “When I first saw you I told myself you looked like a Greek God.”

  “And I knew you to be a goddess,” I say.

  I move around the side of the island, never removing my eyes from hers.

  I feel my heartbeat race and my breath shorten. I look down at her as she turns to open her body more toward me, inviting me…calling me.

  Everything inside me says go, but I’m still trying to practice restraint. Still trying to hold myself back…until I just can’t any longer.

  I grab her face with both hands and kiss her passionately and immediately I feel more alive than I ever have.

  CHAPTER 7

  Jackie

  The glasses hit the floor as my ass hits the table.

  He’s lifted me from the ground as if I were nothing.

  His hands ravish my back while his lips ravish my mouth.

  There is no foreplay, just a race to undress quicker.

  He lifts my shirt up over my head and immediately takes my breast in his mouth. I arch my back pushing my tit even deeper into his mouth. I want him to take all of it. I run my fingers through his hair, but suddenly his head pops right back up and he’s kissing me all over again.

  I grab for his T-shirt and have it lifted to his armpits before he steps back allowing him to continue kissing me as he moves it up to his neck.

  Our lips part company briefly and I feel the hunger. I don’t wait long as he whips the T-shirt off and out of the way and his lips crash right back into mine.

  He steps back towards me and we both fiddle with his belt, trying to remove it as quickly as possible.

  Two cooks in the kitchen spoils the dish so I let him have it and instead I run my hands across his abdominals feeling each and every grove. His body is an absolute work of art, but I have no time to admire it, just enjoy it.

  My hands continue up finding his chest. I fan my grip outward making sure to take in the entirety of the width of his chest.

  I hear the belt buckle unhook and I run my hands across his bulging biceps. I can feel the vein in his arm pumping blood, to where I’m about to see.

  My hands run across his massive shoulder and onto his back and back to his shoulders. It’s my favorite part of a man’s body and his are sculpted, wide, and create the perfect top for that V-shape of his which is now on display.

  I hear elastic of his waistband pop and I look down just to see a cock so big I have second thoughts, for a nanosecond, but my mind quiets and my lust regains control of my thoughts. I reach for it with both hands and feel its length and girth wondering how in the world he’s going to fit that in me. Considering I’m dripping wet and hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life anything’s possible.

  His hands grab the side of my panties and he yanks forward, pulling me with them. I lift my ass and slides them down to my feet before I plop down again allowing him to slide them completely away.

  But I’m not seated for long. He pulls me right back towards him but this time I feel my ass leave the table. I wrap my legs around his back and feel myself moving. I can feel the head of his cock pressing everywhere near my fold as we move, but it hasn’t entered me.

  I want it. I need it. I’m ready to leave the madness of what happened in Seattle behind but much more importantly I need to feel the insanity of what I know is coming next.

  But before anything I feel his hand that’s pressing into my back slam against the wall. I hear hanging pans fall.

  My body comes off the wall and we’re in motion again. A second later I feel a crash again. His back has plowed into a cupboard and cups are rattling in their saucers as my clit pulsates for his cock.

  He steps forward and I’m suspended in mid air. I feel his hand on my ass tighten and his other hand on my back come off as it shoots down to his groin.

  He takes his cock in one hand and lines it up to my opening.

  “Fuck me,” I say, but it’s barely decipherable considering his tongue is so far down my throat and mine in his.

  I can feel the sides of his thumb and first finger where he’s gripping his rod, just waiting to release the gate and send in his warrior.

  And that’s exactly what he does.

  My mouth opens wide and the kissing immediately stops as I feel his dick open me, all of me. It’s like he’s opened me to an entirely new wor
ld of sensory perception. Like I was living in an inferior parallel universe this entire time and now I’ve swallowed the red pill and entered the matrix that is what life is really about.

  Moments like this.

  Moments where I don’t even think, just feel as he bounces me up and down on his cock. My hair is in my face. Spit is on my lips. My pussy is spitting my juices. And I don’t care. I’ve never felt so alive.