Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(4)

So yeah, once burned twice shy. My type is no longer a Manhattan  socialite, no longer a social-climbing x-ray so bony that clothes look  like drapes on them. Instead, I like curvy and generous. Oh yeah, I like  big boobs, a huge ass, and wide hips that shake when a woman walks,  like she's always doing the rumba. And I like a sweet smile, an air of  sincerity, and a softness of the heart that's hard to find in this city.  Maybe living in NYC has made me cynical but I just don't think the type  of woman I'm looking for lives here, that she'd be drawn to the high  life.         

     



 

Which brings me back to a girl who's been on my mind for the last couple  months. Goddamn. I don't even know her name, it's that ridiculous, a  forty-five year old guy losing his head like this. Because I'd gone with  Jonah to college to move him in that first day, expecting nothing but  trouble from my son.

"Don't come," Jonah had grunted, surly and morose. "I've got movers to help me."

That meant I definitely had to go because Jonah's a cheapskate despite  his generous allowance. Likely he'd work those guys to the bone all day  and then refuse to tip, so I had to be there to keep an eye on him, make  sure he didn't skimp on folks who'd gone the extra mile for him.

And I'd shown up just in time because my son was downstairs trying to  help a beautiful girl lift a refrigerator. Sure, it was just a mini, but  Jonah's never been to the gym to save his life. He's still small and  spindly, taking after his petite mother who barely ate. So I watched,  amused more than anything as he and the girl lifted the box between  them, wobbly and unsteady, looking like they were going to collapse any  second.

And when it got ridiculous, when I saw the sweat popping out on my son's  forehead, I stepped in just in time and whisked it away from them.  Honestly, it wasn't that heavy, Jonah's just not the type for any type  of physical exertion, he's soft, a baby still. My son turned away in a  huff, face going red, but the girl smiled at me gratefully, relieved.

"Thank you so much, umm  … ?," she said softly, those eyes like pools of brown caramel.

"Yeah, thanks Dad," shot Jonah, making sure to emphasize the word "Dad."  "Watch out though, there are stairs, don't want to strain your aging  back or hurt your knees."

And I shook my head, more embarrassed for Jonah than anyone else. It was  my fault anyways. I'd spent so much time working and building my  business that I'd barely seen my son, and now at eighteen, he was an  insecure wreck. He'd been pampered by his mother, raised like a lap dog  and had none of the confidence, the assertiveness that I'd expect in a  man. Instead, he was a fluttery girl, his self-esteem low, with a mouth  that spewed insults right and left. But I took a deep breath. There was  no point in crying about spilled milk and, besides, I'd sold my business  recently. I had time to focus on my son now, and was here on moving day  like a caring parent, trying to ease the transition.

But Jonah had already stormed off, so I merely nodded at the girl.

"After you," I rumbled, ignoring the boy's insult.

And the brunette nodded, biting her lip, smiling at me shyly once more.

"Thanks so much," she murmured while holding the door open for me. We  made it up to the third floor without incident and once I put the  refrigerator on the floor, I got my first good look at the brunette.  Holy shit, the air froze in my throat, and my body hardened immediately.  Because the woman was abso-fucking-lutely delicious. A huge rack led  the way, curvy and soft, emphasizing a tiny waist before flaring into  generous hips, wide and swinging. And her ass, oh god that ass. The  brunette wore tight jeans that hugged every curve, emphasizing the  sinuous S-shape, the fact that it was so huge, so luscious, like a  shelf. I literally fought my body, forcing my erection down, but no such  luck. I was hard, there was no fucking two ways about it, my dick was  stiff merely from the sight of this vixen and the only way to hide it  was to get out of there stat.

So without waiting for introductions, I beat feet, muttering a casual  "See ya," before disappearing into my car until the blood flowed  normally, until I could breathe without rasping, my dick subsiding to a  normal size once more. What the fuck was wrong with me? Get yourself  together, I ground out to myself, you're a grown man, what the fuck?

But the thing is, I can still see images of that beautiful body dancing  before my eyes despite my best efforts, months later. Even though there  are women popping out of my ears, offering themselves to me right and  left, I still think about that one teen girl, a college freshman wearing  jeans and a sweater, with the big brown eyes and peachy pout. And fuck  me, but I'm such a loser. Because my brain goes in circles dreaming  about this woman, I can't help it, and shit, but I don't even know the  brunette's name. She's a random college co-ed that I met for five  minutes, and I'll probably never see her again.

So I grunted, shaking my head with disgust, dropping my gym bag next to  the front door carelessly. Fuck, even the hard work-out hadn't  distracted me, I was still thinking about the brunette. I let out  another grunt, striding to the kitchen, figuring I'd make myself  something to eat, or maybe my housekeeper had left something appetizing  in the fridge.         

     



 

But that's when my feet skidded to a halt. Because she was here. Holy  shit, my dream girl was standing in a sexy red dress, right here in my  kitchen, in the middle of Manhattan, brown curls flowing over her  shoulders. What the fuck? Was this some kind of mirage? Was my mind  playing tricks?

But the brunette hadn't noticed me yet, she was scrolling through her phone intently, so I let out a low cough.

"Hello," I rumbled, blue eyes intent.

And the girl spun immediately, eyes wide. Her mouth opened, a perfect  peachy "O," and then closed without a word, brown eyes flashing with  shock and then recognition.

"Oh," she said faintly. "Hello." Her plush lips snapped shut for a  moment, big boobs heaving up and down. Shit, that dress was nothing more  than a handkerchief, if she wasn't careful, one of those tits was going  to pop right out of the low neckline. But what the fuck? What the hell  was wrong with me? I had no business thinking about my son's friend like  that, like a hungry lion ready to devour its prey. So I smiled, trying  to look casual.

"So we meet again," I rumbled, placing one hand on the kitchen counter. "You're Jonah's friend, aren't you?" I asked casually.

And the nodded, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I- I'm his girlfriend actually," she stuttered. "I'm Ally, visiting for Thanksgiving break."

And suddenly everything made sense, the connections lighting up in my  head. My son had mentioned he was bringing a friend home for break, a  female friend at that, and I'd thought nothing of it. Hell, if Jonah had  a girlfriend then all the better, it'd help him man up and use that Y  chromosome. And shit, there were always strays around for Thanksgiving  and I wasn't completely heartless, some kids couldn't afford to fly home  for the holidays.

But fuck my life. I'd never expected our guest to be the beautiful  brunette. I never expected to see her right here, in my kitchen, looking  sassy and delectable in a tiny dress, curves on display. And despite my  desperate efforts, my body hardened, cock stiffening. Thank god I was  still wearing loose track pants from the gym so she couldn't see.

"I'm Rob Martin," I said smoothly. "Ally, is it? I helped you move in a couple months ago, if I remember correctly."

And she bit her lip, drawing attention to that lush pout.

"Yeah, I never got to thank you," she said softly. "So thank you."

Shit, but my dick popped out even harder at that sweet smile. Because  she was temptation come to life, I wanted a part of her so badly, every  part of her in fact, and I wasn't used to holding back, I came, I saw, I  conquered.

But this is your son's girlfriend, I growled internally. Back the fuck  off, she's not yours. You're trying to get in good with Jonah, and this  isn't the right way to go about it, the thoughts you're having could  land you in jail, motherfucker.

So I forced myself only to look at that angelic face, surrounded by a  wild mass of brown curls, stopping my eyes from going lower, from  visually caressing her delectable body. Eyes up, eyes up, I commanded  myself. Stay with it.

And with a casual grin, I turned back to her.

"You enjoying your time at Hudson?" I asked in a smooth rumble.

She flushed, biting her lip before nodding.

"Yeah, college is great," she said. "It's such an amazing opportunity  coming from the Midwest and all, and thank you for having me these  couple days. When Jonah invited me, I never expected  … ."

Her voice trailed off. Never expected to see me again? That was  unlikely, she knew I was his dad. Maybe she'd wanted to see me again? No  way, I'd never put it up to a female as innocent and demure as Ally.  But I didn't want to get into awkward conversations just now, so I  smiled casually at her again.