Page 121 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“There were some. I just—”

As my eyes travel across the courtyard, I see my handsome stranger standing on the sidewalk, looking lost. I stop walking, not sure if I can continue. He’s standing right there. How did he find me? Did he find out my name and track me down? Should I be flattered or afraid?

Evan stops walking when I do, looking at me with concern. “What’s up Derek? You okay?”

My eyes are on the man and Evan turns to see what I’m looking at. “It’s—”

Before I can tell him who it is, Evan smiles and says, “It’s my dad.”

I look around, trying to figure out who he’s talking about, but my question is answered when he makes a beeline to my handsome stranger and throws his arms around him.

Oh, fuck. I blew Evan’s dad.

Not wanting to confront who—and what—I’d done, I turn on my heel to head in the opposite direction, but I hear my name being called. Loudly. Knowing I can’t ignore Evan or he’ll practically tackle me, my shoulders slump as I turn around.

He and his dad are making their way over to me. My stranger is smiling, but the dots haven’t connected for him, and he doesn’t recognize me yet. That stings, but I push it away. He shouldn’t know who I am. We had a fling, nothing more.

“Dad,” Evan says, happily. “This is one of my best friends, Derek. Derek, this is my dad, Keith.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand.

After Keith gets a good look at me, his eyes widen. Ah, he finally recognizes me. I watch his hand shake as he reaches out for me. “Nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Having no idea of the dilemma we’re going through, Evan puts his arm back around my shoulder. “Nonsense. I can’t believe you’re here. Derek and I are just heading to lunch off-campus. Want to join us?”

Keith looks back and forth between us, his face drawn. “Are you two…?” He flicks his fingers between us.

Laughing loudly, Evan shakes his head. “Definitely not, Dad. He’s just a really good friend. My first friend when I got here, actually. I’ve told you about him.”

Recognition of another kind lights Keith’s eyes. “This is D. I don’t think you’ve ever called him Derek.”

Snapping out of my haze, I look at Evan. “You told your dad about me?” I’m weirdly touched. Evan and Bryson have met my parents and my parents adore them. I realize now that Evan has never introduced us to his family in the almost four years we’ve been friends.

“Of course,” Evan tells me seriously. “My folks live on the other side of the country and it’s hard for my dad to visit with work.”

Keith interrupts with, “That’s what I want to talk to you about.”

Smiling, Evan goes to throw an arm over his dad’s shoulder. Now that I look closely, they have a striking resemblance. The same dark hair, wide eyes, and open smile. Then I realize something. “You shaved!” I blurt out.

Giving me a strange look, Keith touches his face. “Yeah, I had a beard for some years.”

“That’s why I didn’t recognize you! Evan has pictures up, but you always had a beard.”

Evan has pictures of his family all around his apartment, and in the ones I saw of his dad, he always had either a full goatee or a long beard. I have to admit, this clean-shaven look is hot as fuck.

“Stop hitting on my dad,” Evan jokes. “Come on. Let’s hit that panini bar. We have almost two hours before our next class.”

We head to Evan’s car, him telling his dad the address to the panini bar.

The drive is spent with Evan gushing his excitement to see his father and me trying to disappear into the seat. And yeah, while I like dad bods, I didn’t know said dad bod would be on Evan’s dad! I’m truly fucked. Not because I did it the first time… but because I want to do it again.

Knowing who he is hasn’t deterred me from wanting to go after him. It should, since Evan is my best friend, and he might not be as receptive to me fucking his dad as I’d like to think, but I don’t think I can stay away. He’ll probably only be here for a few days. Why not sneak over and scratch the itch?

I scoff, causing Evan to look over at me with a questioning look. I wave him away, tuning back into my thoughts. What makes me think Keith even wants a repeat? Because he came when I sucked him off? That means nothing. A stranger sucked his dick in a nightclub; that’s it.

Maybe I can convince him. I’m not sure how, but maybe. Sneaking around with my best friend’s dad is definitely not a story I want to tell my grandkids.

Chapter 4

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