Wardrobe Malfunction(77)

“Gran, I know what Tinder is. But what I mean is…” I scratch my head. “Why were you on there?”

“Gosh, Vaughn, you do ask some silly questions sometimes. I was trying to find a man, of course.” She gives me a knowing look. “So, I downloaded the app onto my phone. Your mom helped me set it up. And that’s how I met Ed.”

Mom helped her set up a dating app on her phone. What planet am I on right now?

“Hey.”

The sound of Charly’s voice from behind me is a welcome reprieve. I get to my feet.

“Ed, this is Charly, my grandson’s girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you, Ed.” Charly gives him a smile.

“You, too,” he says.

“Drink,” I say. “We’re going to the bar. You want anything?” I ask them both.

They shake their heads.

I steer Charly over to the bar.

“Ed seems nice,” Charly comments.

“He’s on Tinder,” I say.

“What?”

I turn to face her. “My gran met him on Tinder. And my mom helped her set up her profile.”

She smiles wide. “Go, Grandma! Tinder, eh?”

“You know how it works?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Because my gran said something about swiping left, and then she winked, and—actually, forget it. I don’t want to know. Bartender, whiskey. Now.”





Vaughn


“I still can’t believe Gran is on Tinder,” I grumble as I pull my tie off, tossing it to my bedroom floor.

Charly comes over to me, pressing her hands to my chest. “I think it’s nice that she’s got someone. And she’s not on Tinder any more now that she has Ed.”

“Semantics,” I sigh.

“Your protectiveness over your gran is looking really attractive to me right now.”

“You always look attractive to me.” I take her face in my hands. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her.

Then, I do what I’ve wanted to do all night. I kiss her red lips.

One hand pushes into her hair, and the other slides down her back to her ass, pulling her toward me.

“Let me get out of this dress,” she whispers against my mouth.

“That was kind of the plan. Not that you don’t look gorgeous in that dress, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing it on my bedroom floor all day.”

She laughs softly and eases back from me. “Five minutes,” she says.

“Four, and it’s a deal.”

“Four.” She smiles, kisses me one more time, and disappears off into the bathroom.

I undress, stripping all my clothes off. I switch off the light and climb into bed to wait for her. I sit with my back against the headboard and rest my eyes.

It was a long day but a good day. I realize that I’m the only one left of my siblings who is not married and doesn’t have kids.

I think about that for a moment. What would it be like to be married and have kids? What would it be like with Charly?

I reckon it would be awesome.

And, apparently, I’ve turned into a chick, thinking about kids and marriage with the woman I’ve barely known two months.

I hear the bathroom door click open, and I open my eyes to see Charly standing in the doorway. The light from the bathroom spills out into the bedroom, shining around her.

She looks like an angel.

A purely hot-as-fuck angel that I’m going to dirty right up.

She’s wearing a white sheer lace tunic-style slip that falls off her shoulders. It barely skims the tops of her thighs, showing off those gorgeous long legs of hers. Beneath it, she’s wearing white lace panties that I plan on tearing off with my teeth. And I know for a fact that she’s not wearing a bra because I can see her nipples through the fabric.

I’m instantly as hard as a rock.

I sit up on my knees. “Come here,” I tell her.

She pads across the room, her breasts bouncing gently. I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them.

Reaching the bed, she climbs onto her knees and meets me in the middle of the bed.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi yourself.” I reach out and stroke my fingers over her bare shoulder before moving them down to her chest. I run my fingertips over the tops of her breasts through the soft fabric.

“You like?” she asks quietly.

“I like.”

I circle her nipple with my finger. It hardens against my touch. Her breathing starts to change. I move my hand lower, smoothing my palm over her stomach. I cup her over her panties.

She’s soaking wet.

“You’re ready for me,” I groan.

“I’m always ready for you.”

I push her panties aside and slip a finger inside her.

“Ah,” she moans, throwing her head back.

My mouth finds her neck, and I lick a path upward. She lowers her head, bringing her mouth to mine, and she kisses me, deep and wet. Her hands clutch my hair as I fuck her with my finger, palming her with my hand, but I can’t get proper access to her clit, as these fucking panties are in the way.