Page 7 of Crushing On Dad's Best Friend
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Liam
I can feelthat my face is white as a ghost as I make my way into the basement where movie night is being held. There is a small home theater down here and it holds about twenty people on a fewcouches.
The drive didn’t do much to quench my thirst for clarity. I smoked one of the cigarettes I keep in my glove compartment for emergencies and told myself I would just have to tough it out for the rest of the weekend. What’s just a few days over the course of alifetime?
Mrs. Hanley is a stickler for being on time, so as soon as I came back from my drive and people were complaining that Katherine was still in the shower, I volunteered to go up to her room and grab her. I thought having a few minutes alone with her would maybe tarnish some of the sheen of perceived irresistibility I’d ascribed to her earlier in theevening.
Andthen…
Fuck, I don’t knowwhatthe hell just happened, but I think I caught her doing something I won’t be able to ask her about without looking like a huge asshole. And if she gets in close enough proximity to me, I don’t think I’ll beableto stop myself fromasking.
Or worse — like telling her how I responded when I heard. I had to right myself quickly, knowing that everyone could start hollering up the stairs or blowing up my phone at any minute, telling me to break into Katherine’s room, throw her over my shoulder, and bring he down her kicking and screaming if I hadto.
When I get to the basement and make a quick turn to where all of the couches are, my eyes zoom in on one spot in the backcorner.
I grit my teeth. Fantastic. Just what I need. To be in a room next to Katherine Hanley where all the lights are off and everyone’s attention is focused elsewhere. Even worse, given her mom’s proclivity for planning, I would be willing to wager that she stuck me and Katherine together on purpose, likely thinking that I would be a better man to pair her with than one of these young, probably horny guys in the weddingparty.
“Is she coming?” Jean asks, her eyes wide and a bowl of popcorn in herlap.
“Yeah, she’ll be down soon,” I say with an adamant spring in my voice. Jean smiles and hands the bowl to her husband. Everyone’s tapping on their phones, completely distracted, and thankfully it seems as though no one is going to ask me morequestions.
I spot my son in the first row and give him a forcedchuckle.
“Hey, you don’t want to sit next to your dad?” I saycasually.
“No, no,” Jean says, flapping her arm, “there are assigned seats. You’re withKatherine!”
Brian shrugs. I give Mrs. Hanley a huge smile that she would never in a million years suspect is dripping withsarcasm.
“All right, fantastic. Thanks for doing that,Jean.”
I swallow thickly and make my way up the couple of steps where the couches on the second level are pushed against the back wall. I leave the spot on the couch closest to the wall for Katherine and take the seat next to it, pulling my own phone own to scroll through whatever random stuff I canfind.
Are there baseball scores I need to check? Weather reports? Storm watch? Anything? My mind is a complete blank except for the coos and moans coming from herroom.
After just another moment I hear the rumble of thunder and footsteps coming closer. I lock my gaze on my phone, afraid to lookup.
“Um,” the bride-to-be says, “Katherine,whatare youwearing?”
Oh, shit. Please don’t let it be anything toorevealing.
I look up from my phone and can’t help huffing out a very hearty laugh. I say a silent prayer ofgratitude.
“What?” she says, turning in a small circle with her hands palms-up at her sides while everyone in the room starts a chorus ofboos.
“You look like you’re going to a funeral,” one of the bridesmaids snarks. She turns her head and gives me a flirtatious smile. I flash her a look of silent judgment. Telling someone they look like they’re going to a funeral and then turning around and making eyes at someone else in the span of two seconds. Reallynice.
I can’t say I disagree with her sartorial assessment, though, and thank goodness for Katherine’s choice. She’s wearing a simple, long black dress and has her shiny brown hair in a low ponytail. The hair style is showing of her incredibly sexy, thick lips, her wide-set eyes and high cheekbones. She looks gorgeous now, but I think if her hair were down it might choke off my oxygen supply. I know all I would want to do is slip my fingers through those dark brown locks and pull her lips tomine.
“I think she looks nice,” I add as my contribution. She smiles brightly and spins around once again, then walks up to the second row of couches and saunters over to slide into her seat between me and the wall. I take in a deep, long, furtive breath as she pulls her legs up under her to sit on herknees.
She smells like lemon, roses, and freaking unicorns. I don’t even know what the hell the mythical creature would smell like if it had a smell. But that’s how she smells. Like a rainbow is stretching over her head and there’s glitter exploding from every single one of her pores. I shift my hips to try to relieve some of the pressure that’s building in my cock with her soft little body getting closer tome.
“Sorry,” she says up at me, her should brushing againstmine.
“I accept your apology this time,” I say to her as Mr. Hanley hits some buttons on a remote to turn the lights down and turn on the big-screen TV. “But you shouldn’t have been late. You know how your mom is. I’m lucky I didn’t get reamed for coming back down here without you on myarm.”
