4. Cort
CHAPTER 4
Cort
D arling fucking Lavigne.
How the hell did I not realize she grew up?
Sure, I haven’t seen her since the divorce. Haven’t checked in on her in too many damn years. But it’s been four days since I saw her, and I can’t stop thinking about her and those sweet legs just begging to wrap around my head while I inhale her creamy cunt.
Fuck.
I’m a dirty old man. Eighteen years her senior and panting over her like a starving dog. But no matter what I tell myself, I can’t fucking stop.
She’s all I think about. Last thing at night, first thing in the morning. In the damn shower, when my cock grows to painful lengths that no amount of stroking deflates. And now, I’m taking Evan back to her salon and about to watch her work on my son while trying to tamp down my lust for a woman who should be untouchable. Someone I should walk away from. The trouble is, I don’t think I’ll be able to. There’s this pounding in my chest that demands I claim her. To make Darling mine. To say, fuck the age difference and all the consequences to come because we are meant to be.
These feelings are new. Claiming a woman as my own and being jealous of everyone else she encounters is foreign to me, and yet, I can’t find that inner voice telling me to back off. That she was, at one point, a girl I helped raise. That I slept with her mother for nearly two years from the start to the finish of our relationship.
“Dad, you okay?” Evan asks as he parks in front of Lavender Curls and shuts the truck off.
“Fine,” I grunt, getting out and meeting him at the front of the truck. I take the keys when he offers them before following the boy inside the salon.
“Evan!” Darling’s face lights up as she comes to greet us. Her eyes briefly land on me, and I notice her bite her lip, and her steps falter. “I’m all ready for you if you want to have a seat.”
The salon is busier today, which means there’s nowhere for me to sit next to Evan and watch.
“Fake Daddy, why don’t you go grab some coffee or something?”
My eyes snap up at Darling’s nickname for me, scorching into her. The blush rising on her cheeks tells me she knows what she just did, and I can’t tell if she regrets it or if her accelerated pulse in her neck is because she’s imagining me between her thighs in the same manner as I am.
“Yeah, I’ll go grab a drink. You two want anything?” I offer while shifting so my steely dick isn’t as noticeable.
“I’ll have an Oreo Iced Capp,” Evan responds. The sugar overload will keep him up all damn night.
“Peach Quencher for me.” Darling smiles, and I allow my eyes to wander down her body again.
I bite back the groan as she turns away and shows off her ass in the delectable black shorts she’s wearing. They hug her derriere perfectly, making my mouth water for a taste. The strip of skin between the high-waisted material and her light pink shirt reveals a tan that has been worked on naturally. Her long, multi-coloured hair hangs halfway down her back in luscious waves, making me want to wrap it up in my fist as I rail her from behind.
Fuck.
Turning quickly, I leave and saunter down to the coffee shop at the other end of the parking lot to give myself time to cool down.
It doesn’t work.
When I return to the salon, Darling is bent over, cleaning something off her leg, and her ass cheeks are peaking from the bottom of her shorts, and I’m more determined than ever to have this woman as mine.
Walking up to them, I give Evan his drink and use my now free hand to finally touch Darling. With it on her lower back–not quite her ass–and the tips of my fingers touching her exposed warm flesh, I move it around to her hip as she freezes and stands up. With her back against my front, I know she feels the solid ridge in my jeans because she pushes back into me until I’m nestled as close to her as I can be.
“I’m back,” I murmur as she looks up at me. Her beautiful blue eyes flash with her need as I bring my hand around to her front. “Got your drink.”
She doesn’t even look at it but grabs it and takes a leisurely sip, humming as the flavour hits her tongue. “So good,” she whispers when I push my hips harder into her.
Leaning down, I breathe her in as I ask, “Can I take you out tonight?” The wait will kill me, but I can’t just upend her life because I’m impatient.
“Uhm...” Her eyes dart around before landing on Evan’s head and tapping his shoulder. “Let’s get you under a dryer.”
My son nods and moves with her, sitting where she points and then playing on his phone while she comes back to me.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” I tell her quietly.
“I don’t remember you being so demanding.” She gives a playful wink as she starts straightening up her station. “Why don’t you sit, and I’ll give you a wash.”
I’ll take any chance to get her hands on me. “You have enough time?” Our eyes meet in the mirror. Her sky-blue irises darken with need.
“Yeah, Evan needs about twenty minutes under the dryer.” Her fingers begin sifting through my hair. Gentle, at first, then she goes deeper through my thick locks until she grabs hold and tugs. The action shoots a straight line to my dick, and I groan as a spurt of cum soaks my boxers. “Sensitive.”
Fuck. She’s going to make me jizz like a teenage boy.
“For you.”
She whimpers at my response.
“Come with me to the sink.” She grips my hand, leading me over and pushing me into the seat. She stands closer this time as she tests the water before I feel the warm spray on my hair.
Freeing my hand from the cape, I grip the inside of her thigh, pulling her closer before wandering up to the crease and brushing my thumb across her covered pussy. Fucking hell , the heat coming off her.
“Daddy’s good girl needs to come, doesn’t she?” She quivers in my hold. “It’s okay,” I say as I brush against her harder, applying pressure on her clit. “Grip my hair tight and bite that plump lip.”
Circling my thumb over her sensitive nub, I chuckle gruffly, “Seems I’m not the only one sensitive, my girl.” Cupping her pussy in my hand, I squeeze and rub my palm on her until she trembles and her eyes close as her head drops. “Come like a good girl, Darling. Come for Daddy.”
Watching this woman silently fall apart for me is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. She flushes red from her hairline down to the cleavage exposed from the cut of her top, and I can’t wait to get her naked so I can see how far that blush goes.
As she descends from her high, I brush my thumb along her bottom lip. “That was beautiful.” I’m utterly addicted now.
Darling doesn’t know it, but she’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. I’m never letting this gorgeous woman leave my side again.