Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
CHAPTER SIX
Kane
I don’t know what possesses me, but it’s clear Abby doesn’t want her old man hanging around.
And the arousal I can feel brewing isn’t going to get any smaller the longer I tread water, staring at Jen.
But walking right up to her, practically having my dick inches from her sweet face?
The words just come out of me, and I tell Jen that whatever happens, she’s welcome to stay.
Striding into the house, dripping wet, I feel like I’ve done it now.
I may as well have just whipped my cock out and shouted that it’s right here if she wants it.
But I’m tired of playing games already.
If I can’t focus on anything but Jen for five minutes, how could I manage a whole weekend?
No. She needs to know. I need to tell her how I feel.
And Abby? She’s just gonna shrug and giggle. Making out like it’s fine, her dad has a thing for her best friend half his age.
The stupid irony of it has my jaw clenching and I feel like I’m right back where I started.
A raging hard-on and the source of it was only a few feet away.
So close, yet so far away from me.
The sound of the deck door slamming breaks me out of my thoughts and has me covering myself with a towel. I’m quick to go see what’s happened.
Abby’s fuming up the stairs, and I call out, asking her what’s wrong.
“Can’t anyone around here actually be supportive of me?” she shrieks.
The finale to her little outburst, her bedroom door slamming shut. But my first instinct is to go make sure Jen’s okay.
“Everything alright out here?” I ask her, stepping back outside.
Already feeling better from the sight of her.
“Just Abby being Abby,” Jen sighs, looking a little embarrassed.
“She always gets antsy when she’s waiting for any news,” I reflect.
Knowing I’m the same.
Like not knowing if her insanely hot best friend could ever be with an older guy…although I get it that Abby’s situation is a little different.
“I’ll go talk to her,” I sigh, but Jen’s quick to let me know it’s her fault.
“I told her if she wanted this weekend to be about her, she should spend it by herself,” she confesses, chewing her lip.
I can’t help it and chuckle out loud.
“Good for you,” I exclaim but force a serious face once I can see Jen didn’t mean to upset Abby.
“She’ll calm down in a bit,” I add. Knowing Abby just as well as Jen does, maybe more so.
“Did you really mean it?” Jen suddenly asks as if it’s the only thing that’s really on her mind right now.
“About me staying, even if Abs has to go?”
“Of course I mean it,” I reply instantly, maybe sounding a little too serious about it all. But it seems to help Jen to hear me say it.
“Would you stay, though?” I add, needing to know now myself. “I mean…would you want to stay?” I ask her, softening my tone.
Feeling all the blood rush from my body to my groin when I watch her head nod in the affirmative.
“I’d love it if I could,” she tells me, her wide blue eyes looking up at me.
The sun shining in her wet hair.
Her curvy body teasing me with rippling shapes under the water.
“Not too weird?” I ask.
Sharing Jen’s smile when she answers me silently. Shifting her head slowly from side to side.
“Not weird at all,” she says softly, and we stare at each other in a silence that suddenly feels less awkward for once.
Sharing a little more of our true feelings for each other makes me feel like the luckiest man alive right now.
“I’ll go talk to her,” I finally say, and Jen nods.
But it looks like Abby’s beaten me to it, opening the deck door slowly as she reappears, the edges of her mouth creased in apology.
“Sorry for slamming the door, Dad,” she murmurs, moving past me to get closer to Jen.
“And I’m sorry for acting like such an idiot, Jen… This whole New York thing just has me on edge. Can we start over?” she asks her best friend.
And Jen being Jen, is only too happy to agree.
“And I’m sorry if I’m gatecrashing your girl’s weekend,” I chime in, seeing as we’re all speaking like sane adults again.
“It’s not you, Dad, it’s me,” Abby’s quick to remind me.
“I just wished they’d call. Tell me yes or no. It’s the waiting I can’t stand,” she groans, hugging her elbows before sitting on the edge of the pool.
“I know the feeling,” I growl quietly, scanning Jen’s curves and sweet face again.
I know the feeling, alright.
“Well,” I finally manage to announce. “If you change your mind about dinner, it would be great to spend some more time with you, both of you,” I make a point of saying for Jen’s benefit. “Whether you get your call or not,” I tell Abby honestly.