Chapter 15 Alexis
ALEXIS
Marcee came out of her room with her bags packed to find me on the couch, crying while eating ice cream straight from the tub.
Her original plan was to see Tanner for a bit, then get to her dad’s place around dinner time, but after seeing me looking so pathetic, she announced that she was leaving early and I was coming with her so we could work on our tans by the pool.
At the mention of a pool, I give in and stuff my swimsuit and some comfy clothes into a bag.
On a whim, I grab a vibrator from my nightstand, you know, just in case.
Thirty minutes later, we’re on the road as I try to remember if I packed any underwear. I shrug, not really caring if I go commando, letting my head fall back against the seat. Marcee drives since I’ve been drinking already, which is fine by me; I just want to zone out.
“You sure your dad won't mind?” I ask for the tenth time during the forty-minute drive to his new place.
“Don’t be stupid! He will love seeing you again. Plus, I saw him last week when he flew in, so it isn’t our first meet-up since he got back.”
Marcee pulls off the main road and enters a code at the gate.
We wind down the driveway and my mouth drops open when I see his new place.
It’s a gorgeous mediterranean style home that screams old world charm.
The cream stucco walls glow in the amber sunlight.
Terracotta roof tiles crown the villa, looking somehow both new and weathered.
Vines spill down from the dark wood balconies with bright pink flowers fluttering in the breeze, making it look like something from Under the Tuscan Sun.
Stepping out of the car, the warm salty breeze hits me and I spot a small trail leading down to the water.
I’ll definitely need to work in a morning run down there while I’m here.
Turning back to the house, I take in the arched entryway that leads to a rustic wooden door with iron detailing and an honest to God iron door knocker.
All the windows of the house sport the same arched shape.
I’m in love. If I dreamt up a perfect home, this would be it.
So warm and inviting, I shiver thinking of living in a place like this.
Marcee lets us in, calling over her shoulder to me as I scope out the courtyard and entry. “Dad’s at the gym right now but should be back before dinner. Why don’t we change into our suits and head straight to the pool?” I follow her through the immaculate house, taking it all in.
On our way out of the house, we raid the drink fridge then settle into lounge chairs by the pool.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but you were right, this is just what I needed.
” I breathe deeply, tilting my head back, angling my face toward the sun, soaking up the heat as its warmth sinks deep into my muscles like a balm soothing the tension I’ve been carrying for weeks.
Marcee sits up, clutching her chest dramatically. “Did hell just freeze over? I must be losing it, hearing things!” Her sad attempt at a southern accent makes it all the more over the top.
Sliding my aviators down the bridge of my nose, I eye my friend and don’t say a word, trying to let my eyes do the talking. My scathing look is met with my best friend’s cackling laugh.
“I’m just kidding. I’m glad it’s helping. Anything to keep you from throwing your pussy onto the first rebound dick you saw this weekend.”
“Ugh, but an orgasm would go a long way in perking me up too.” Raising my eyebrows at her, I blow her a kiss.
“You’re on your own, babe. I’m not servicing you, no matter how much I love you.”
“Good thing I brought Old Faithful with me so I can take the edge off.”
It’s her turn to look at me over her shades.
“Did you really bring your rabbit?” I don’t even bother answering, just smile at her, letting her come to her own conclusions.
“You’re not sleeping in my room. I don’t even want to think of the horny dreams that would be induced listening to you with that! ”
We both dissolve into a fit of laughter.
Damn, I love this girl. Movement in the house catches my eye as the back door opens.
It’s like a scene from a movie where the main character is moving in slow motion because they’re obviously too hot to take in at normal speed.
With my straw between my lips, I ogle the sweaty beefsteak coming our way.
Fuck me sideways, the way the sweat trickles down the grooves of his bulging pectoral muscles makes my pussy clench.
Maybe Old Faithful’s services won’t be needed, maybe the pool boy will make this weekend worth the drive.
“Hey, Dad! Lexie’s staying for the weekend, hope you don’t mind,” Marcee yells from beside me as time resumes its normal speed and I choke on my Dr. Pepper, realizing I was eye fucking her dad—Mr. Walker!
Soda is coming out of my nose as I cough up a lung that is drowning in soda. Marcee starts beating my back.
“Shit, Lexie, you okay?” I nod, mopping my face while trying to catch my breath. Smooth, Alexis, real smooth. Finn stops by Marcee’s chair, dropping a quick kiss on her head. My heart squeezes seeing the easy affection between them.
“I’m craving Chinese food, want to go somewhere or get takeout?
” Finn finally looks at me, his sharp blue eyes dipping to my chest then going wide.
I follow his gaze and find that during the fight for my life against Dr. Pepper, my swimsuit shifted, and my nipple is now out in all its glory, glittering piercing and all.
I decide to play it cool, slipping the offending nip back into place, smiling brightly like it’s no biggie.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marcee with her hands over her face, shoulders shaking and laughing her ass off.
Finn clears his throat and mumbles something like, “I’ll just order takeout,” then heads for the house, but I spot him adjusting his shorts as he rounds the corner. Hmm, I wonder if he likes what he saw too. The thought sends electricity through my veins and straight to my pussy.
“Bahaha, Lexie! Only you could nip slip in front of a parent!” Marcee’s words are strained from laughter.
“Sorry that my near-death experience inconvenienced your eyes!” Rolling my eyes, I flip over to get some sun on my back. “But the real topic that needs to be discussed is your dad. Girl! Talk about post-divorce glow-up! Daddy Finn is looking good.”
Gagging noises come from my right as Marcee dry heaves. “Gross, Lexie! Also, do guys even have glow ups?” She swirls her wrist at me. “Whatever, the point is, yuck!”
We move on to talk about school and the finals coming up.
It feels good to just relax and soak up some sun; the unexpected eye candy is just icing on the cake.
I’ve always thought of Finn as a cute dad and had a schoolgirl style crush on him.
But now. Fucking hell, he looked delicious walking out here like some sweaty god.
Damn, I need to tell my pussy to calm down before I go climb him like a tree.