Page 12 of Perfectly Wrong
The comment hangs in the air for a moment. I’m not sure I want to know the rest. “I get it.”
“Do you?” He looks at me. “Do you know why?”
“Lots of reasons, Rocco. He’s your kid. He’s eighteen. I’m...me.”
“Exactly. You’re you.” He takes my hand in his. “I love you, Bishop, you know that. You’re my best friend, and I know what a heart you have, but you’re not good with men or relationships in general. He’s too young for a serious relationship with you. It would just be sex, but Tristan has a huge heart, and he gives it one hundred percent. He’d fall for you, but you couldn’t fall back. I could never forgive you if you broke his heart, and I think you would.”
I nod, letting his words sink in. “That’s what you think of me? I only know how to use men for sex?”
“History proves me right.” I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it tighter. “It makes me sad. I know you deserve more, but you don’t want it. I couldn’t condone anything where my son’s heart was at risk.”
“I’m not going to do anything to Tristan. He’s going to college, and it’s just a flirtation.”
“True, but I know my son, and he’s into you.”
“But again, he’s leaving. It doesn’t matter.”
I want to fucking tell him what I did, what we did, but when my eyes shift to his, so filled with concern that I’ll fuck his son over, the words won’t come. He knows his son well, but he knows me too, and he’s right. I would take what I want from Tristan and leave him as soon as I was over it.
“I should get going, Rocco. I have shit to do.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“For what? Being honest?” I shake my head. “I don’t fucking know what’s wrong with me, but you’re right. I’m not capable of letting my heart get involved. I just want you to know I would never do anything to hurt Tristan. I’m aware of what I’m like. I know. I’ll keep my distance no matter what Tristan does.”
Rocco nods. “Thanks, man.” He puts his arms around my neck and we hug. As he holds me, my heart sinks. He pulls back, studying my eyes. “Thanks for hanging out last night with us.”
“Thanks for inviting me. We’ll catch up later.”
“Yeah.”
I stand up, dig my keys out of my pocket, and head outside to leave. Thank god Tristan is leaving because one thing is for sure, the attraction between us is so palpable even his father noticed. The best thing for Tristan is to stay the fuck away from me.
TWO
TRISTAN
Upstairs in the shower, as the hot water pours down over me, I recall last night and how hot it was. My ass is sore after that incredible fuck. Bishop and his dick should be one of the wonders of the world.
I slide soapy fingers between my ass cheeks, massaging the area, imagining his fingers instead, moaning softly as my dick hardens from the memory. He was right. He ruined me. I’ll never find someone who lives up to him. No way.
Closing my eyes, I stroke my cock, enjoying the slickness. I lean against the shower wall, fisting myself, but stopping before I reach the edge. I have other plans. It’s not over yet. No way. I may be going off to school, but I’ll be here for visits, and every time I come down, I plan to convince Bishop to tear me up. He’s worth whatever I have to do to get some more of that.
After my shower, I lie on my bed, pulling the sheets up to my face and inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. His cum stains my bedding, bringing a smile to my face. I run my hand over the spot, then pull it around my dick, continuing what I started in the shower. I jack off, the sheet around me, letting my mind remember how good he felt, how deep he went, how strong he is. His mouth on mine as he pounded my hole… I exhaleslowly, spilling out onto the sheets, mixing my essence with his. Rubbing my forehead, I stare up at the ceiling. I’m obsessed. Fuck me.
After cleaning myself up and stripping my bedding, I dress and walk out to the hallway to throw my sheets in the washer. Downstairs, the house is empty now that I woke everyone up. My dad still sits at the table outside, reading the paper and sipping coffee.
I walk out and sit next to him. “Hey.”
He smiles. “Feel better?”
“Yeah, I needed a shower.”
“Anything else?” His eyebrow rises. “You look pretty relaxed.”
I laugh. “God, you know me so well. I had to take care of something.”
“Something inspired by Bishop?”
