“Hey neighbor!”
I almost jumped out of my damn skin at the sound of Bob Ames’s voice, and I jolted to a stop next to him on the sidewalk outside his house.
Outside her house.
Yeah, so much for clearing my head.
“Uh, hey, Bob,” I said stiffly. Jesus, talk about guilt. Bob was a genuinely nice guy. A little square for sure, but honestly a good guy. Which means I kind of felt like shit when I took his outstretched hand and shook it, because all I could think about was how I was fucking his little girl.
“So, you’re hitting it hard, huh?”
“What?” I almost choked on my tongue.
Bob grinned at me. “The running, I mean. Man, I envy your commitment.” He patted the small beer belly at his gut. “I bet Helen wouldn’t mind if I lost this sometime, huh?” He chuckled as I let out a slow breath.
Relax, man, it’s not like he knows.
“Hey so you were in Boston this weekend, right?”
My blood ran like ice for a second as I nodded, my jaw tight until I remembered seeing Helen near the train station the previous day when I’d gotten off. I told Bob the same thing I’d told her. “Yeah, man, had a little business up there.”
Not the kind of business they wanted to hear about though, that’s for damn sure.
“Went well?”
“Yeah...yeah it was good.”
I swallowed the lump of guilt in my throat, trying not to think about exactly how good it’d been.
“Too bad you didn’t get a chance to see Christina.”
I held in the groan as I took a big breath. “Uh, yeah...yeah too bad.”
Bob shook his head and smiled proudly. “Man, she’s doing great up there.”
I smiled, nodding along with him and trying not to think about her lips wrapped around my cock, or pumping her full of my cum.
“I think there’s a guy.”
I almost choked on my tongue, and for a second, the jealousy ran red in my eyes before I almost laughed.
Oh, right, the guy is me. I’m the guy. I’m the one fucking Christina Ames.
“That’s, uh, that’s great. Bob.”
“Yeah, don’t tell Helen though, she’d flip.” Bob clapped me on the shoulder. “Well how about you, buddy? I know its early after the divorce and all, but any girls you big rock star?”
Just the one, but you sure as shit don’t want to hear about that one, believe me.
“Nah,” I lied, feeling the guilt creep through me. “Just taking care of business these days. Too busy for anything else.”
Yeah, right.
"Wait, for real?!"
I was grinning like a fucking idiot, sitting in my office chair by the same window I’d peeped through to see Christina in the pool. “I told you I was going to have more business in a week or so back in Boston," I chuckled over the phone.
The whole "business" thing was bullshit, of course. I’d made it up the first time in order to get up to Boston to see her, and now I was going to do it again. Because I had to have more of her. I’d been home two full days, and I was like a man without water without her. It’s like I was craving that tight eighteen year old pussy, dying to taste her and make her come, and feel her bouncing on my cock.
"I can only do a day, honey."
Truth be told, my plate was starting to fill up with business for the label. But like I said, I had to have her again.
Someday, honey, in another world, we'll have the luxury of time and no need for secrets.
"Well, guess we better make it count then," she said with this sexy little husk to her voice.
“Tyler I-” she stopped suddenly, almost like she was wrestling with something.
"Christina?”
She coughed and then laughed. ”No, it’s nothing, I just I can't wait to see you."
I grinned. "Me too, honey, me too."
Chapter 19
Tyler
I was heading in to Boston again, this time under the pretense of a "quick business trip”. Of course, knowing what I was really doing here had my cock hard as fucking iron bar the whole train ride, just imaging seeing her again after a full two weeks apart.
And when I saw her at the end of the track waiting for me in the station, suddenly everything just seemed right with the world. She shrieked and ran to me, squealing as she jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately.
We'd been mistaken for father and daughter before out in public. I knew both of us were shrugging off the age gap, but up here in Boston where no one knew us, I made damn sure that the way I treated her in public made the nature of our relationships abundantly clear to anyone around us.