Dirty Daddies(43)

I’m a cock.

A cock with a hard fucking cock, and a mind to sprint upstairs after her and pound that tight little pussy until she screams for me.

And I will.

Just as soon as I’ve cleared my own fucking conscience first.

I grab my car keys.





Michael



I barely even know this temp. It’s like we’re having a bastard leaving party for everyone these days, even if they’ve only been there five minutes. Drury’s is busy with Friday night drinkers, and I’m huddled in a corner, wedged between Pam and Julie as they recount office stories from ten years ago.

They were boring the last three times I heard them, and my nerves are on edge as the clock ticks, counting down my window of opportunity in which I can legitimately turn up at Jack’s to see Carrie.

She can’t freeze me out forever, even if she’s doing a mighty fine job of it this week.

I’m not usually jealous, that isn’t my style, and I definitely shouldn’t be jealous of Jack, given that he’s been my best friend for almost a lifetime, through thick and thin and everything in between, but I am.

I’m jealous of the way she doesn’t snipe at every word he utters. I’m jealous of the way he goes to sleep in the room next door to her every evening.

I’m jealous of the closeness they’re developing right before my eyes.

And I’m jealous of the Friday night they’re undoubtedly spending together in my absence.

We’ve been in Drury’s over two hours and the party shows no sign of slowing down. I keep eying my watch in an attempt to rustle up an excuse, but every time I do, Pam pats my wrist and tells me to lighten up.

I’m about to drop Jack a text to scope out a late-night beer at his, but the minute I pull my phone from my pocket the bleep of a message comes through.

Our thoughts must have crossed in the ether, because it’s from him.

We need to talk. Meet you in Drury’s car park.

My blood runs cold.

Talk.

We need to talk.

There’s only one thing he’ll be wanting to discuss with me in Drury’s car park with no prior warning, and I wonder what crazy shit she’s done now.

Surely nothing worse than the crow incident.

The idea he’s had enough of her, both horrifies and thrills me in equal measure.

I get up from my seat and squeeze through Pam’s side, offering up excuses about having an urgent call that needs attending to. They groan and roll their eyes, telling me the night is still young, and I do the polite thing of insisting I’ll be back soon, just get me a nice cold beer to come back to.

Jack’s already in the car park when I step outside. His engine is still running as I climb into the passenger seat.

“What’s she done now?” I ask before he can speak.

His hands are on the steering wheel. His fingers give it a frustrated squeeze before he cuts the ignition.

“She’s fixed my fencing,” he says. “She’s done a great job. Worked like a trooper.”

It takes me a moment to register his words. “She’s fixed your fencing? On her own?”

“On her own.”

“And that’s good, right?” I prompt. “That’s good news?”

He sighs. “And she showed me her tits. Pulled her top right down in front of me.”

My throat dries up. “But why did she…”

“Because I told her to. Because she showed me a dodgy selfie that she definitely wanted me to see, maybe even both of us, and I called her out on it. I said if she wanted me to see her tits she should have just showed me, not dicked about playing stupid games with a fucking camera.”

My gut lurches. “And what did you do?”

He sighs again. “What do you think I fucking did? I told her it couldn’t happen. That it wouldn’t be right.”

The relief floods through me until I see the guilt on his face.

“So what’s the problem?” I say. “What are you trying to say?”

He twists in his seat to face me and I know shit’s about to get serious.

“Man to man,” he says. “Are you serious about not going there? Because if you are…”

I hold up a hand. “Serious about not going there with Carrie? She’s eighteen years old, of course I’m serious. She needs stability and support, not a–”

“I think I’m falling for her,” he says over me, and my words shrivel in my throat. “I think I’m falling for her, and I don’t know how long I can hold back from acting on it, because I’m a fucking dick who can’t keep his dick in his pants. But if you want her, if you really want her and this is a load of politically correct bullshit morality you’re spouting and nothing more, then I’ll…”