Chapter 3
DYLAN
Why am I so fucking nervous? It’s almost ten o’clock, and I’m pacing my house like a damn lovesick boy. Well, half of that is
true, at least. At 41, I’m definitely not a boy, but I am a complete moron for falling in love with my best friend’s daughter.
It’s not like I planned it, though. I mean, you’d have to be blind to not notice what a beautiful young woman Vanessa was growing into, and she’s always been flirty with me, but there was never anything inappropriate. Not until she turned 18 anyway. Then it was like a flip switched, and now all I can think about is her. She haunts my every waking moment, and the dreams I’ve been having about her, my god, they’re enough to make any man go insane.
A knock at the door pulls me from the vivid memory of the dream I’d had last night. My cock is already hard at the image of her on all fours, arching her ass up to me as I ram myself into her. I take a deep breath, readjust my cock so it’s not quite so blatantly obvious, and answer the door.
“Hey, Dylan,” she says with a big smile before jumping into my arms for a hug.
I wrap my arms around her, breathing in the delicious feminine scent of her, and bite back a groan when she presses her tight, young body against mine. I could stand here just like this and hold her forever, and it takes all my strength to step back and break our hug.
When I do, I see the scratches on her cheek and immediately cup her face in my hands. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Her face turns bright red as her blue eyes widen before looking away from me.
“Oh, that?” she says, giving a nervous laugh. “That’s nothing. It’s stupid. I went for a walk in the woods yesterday and tripped.”
“Into a tree?” I ask because that’s exactly what it looks like.
“Yeah, crazy right? Who knew the woods were so dangerous? It’s fine, though, doesn’t hurt or anything.”
I very carefully trail my finger over the scratches, noticing how her breath catches at my touch. “I’m glad you’re okay,” I say, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear before letting her go. “Are you sure you feel well enough to help today?” “Of course. I’m fine, really.”
“Okay, then” I say, leading her to the garage. “Let the fun begin, I guess.”
She laughs and follows me out. We walk through the kitchen and into the garage. I hit the button for the garage door, giving us more light and some fresh air. Boxes line one wall, mixed in with a bunch of junk I’ve been meaning to get rid of but never seem to find the time to do so.
“So what’s in all the boxes?” she asks, looking around at everything.
“Some old clothes, some old books, mainly things I’ve been meaning to donate or toss out but haven’t gotten around to actually doing it.” Curious, she lifts a flap and starts to poke around.
“Is this your college sweatshirt?”
She holds up the faded shirt and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Yeah, but I never wear it. I actually just dug that one out of my closet this morning. There’s no point in keeping it.”
“Can I have it?”
“You want my old college sweatshirt?”
She gives an eager shake of her had that makes me smile.
“Sure,” I say. “You can have anything you want.”
She brings it to her face, closes her eyes, and inhales. It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so stunned and touched by it that I’m left frozen in place. She opens her eyes and looks at me like I’m the most important thing in the world to her and that I’ve just told her the best news she’s ever heard. I realize my mistake when I start to carry out a box to toss in the garbage and she jumps up to stop me.
“Wait, I haven’t looked through that yet.”
“You want to look through everything?”
“Well, yeah, how else will I know if I want to keep something?”
“It’s really just a bunch of junk, Vanessa.”
I can’t say no to her when she’s looking at me with those big blue eyes of hers, though, so I smile and set the box back down.
“Can I at least drag out the old exercise equipment to leave by the street?”
She eyes the old weight bench for so long that I begin to worry I won’t be able to throw out a single damn thing, but then she finally shakes her head yes and goes back to looking through the boxes.
I focus on dragging out the heavy equipment instead of how amazing her ass looks in those tight jeans as she bends over to rummage through another box.
The afternoon goes by quickly, and even though there’s a sizeable pile of things she’s decided she needs to keep, we manage to clear out most of the garage. We’re both sweaty and covered in a layer of dust by the time we’re done, but I’m not ready for her to leave.
“Do you want to stay for supper?” I ask as I help her put her pile of things into an empty box. I laugh when I see what she’s kept. Several Tshirts, a couple of old baseball trophies from when I was younger, a few old yearbooks, and some photos from college.
“Why do you want to keep all this?”
She gives an embarrassed shrug and packs the last of it up. “I just do. I like having things that belonged to you.”
“This hardly seems fair,” I say. “I don’t have anything that belongs to you.”
The sexy smile that comes over her face surprises me, but not as much as the heat I see in her eyes. “I’m sure I can think of something to give you.”
I had managed to get my cock under control, but in less than ten seconds, she’s destroyed all my hard work and willpower. I’m fully hard again and wanting so much more.
“So about supper?” I manage to ask.
“I’d love to stay.” She looks down at her dirty T-shirt and jeans. “Would you mind if I used your shower first?”
Images of her naked, wet body float through my head, making it impossible for me to answer until she’s forced to ask me again.
“Of course,” I say. “I’ll just order us a pizza while you do that.”
She gives me a big smile, grabs the sweatshirt that she’d saved, and heads inside. I’m so distracted by the idea of her being naked and wet in my house that I barely get the pizza ordered. I want to open the bathroom door more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, but I manage to keep myself in check. Barely. It’s bad enough that I want to fuck my best friend’s daughter. Barging into the bathroom to get a glimpse of her perfect naked body would really be pushing things over the line.
I’m in the middle of a serious debate with myself about whether or not I have enough time to go and quickly jack off when I hear the bathroom door open. I let out a pained groan when she walks out in nothing but my old college sweatshirt. Her blonde hair is still damp from the shower, and she looks so fucking sexy that it makes my brain freeze. Her toned legs are on full display, and I swear all she’d have to do is bend over, and I’d be getting a full view of pussy and ass. Surely, she kept her panties on, right?