5. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Sterling
The bubbling of the hot tub is a welcome sound when I get out of the car. A long, hot soak will be the perfect way to wrap up my birthday, and exactly what I need after a long day of flights.
Not having to wait for the water to warm up can be a birthday present from Rutherford. We don’t exchange gifts, and I bumped up my flight home so this will be as good as it gets.
As I round the corner, the back porch is only lit from the interior coming through the glass door, which is sliding open and Rutherford is stepping out—naked with an impressive erection. Damn!
“Guess you didn’t get my text.”
“No… I’ve been… You’re supposed to be at the conference,” Rutherford says loudly as he stops in the doorway, towel in hand. Watching his cock suddenly fall, I realize I’ve clearly killed the mood.
We’ve seen each other naked before so I’m not sure why he looks nervous. Interrupting a masturbation session could cross a line though. But he seems to be blocking me from the doorway.
I raise a hand, ready to shove past him. “I skipped out early since it’s my—”
“What did you say, Daddy?” A woman’s voice that sounds distinctly like Mila’s comes from inside the house.
Why would she be in my house? She’s not dating my son anymore. Why is Rutherford naked? Did she just call him Daddy? It’s all happening so fast, one more step forward changes the angle I can see in the glass sliding doors.
Mila’s been in my house countless times.
But. Never. Naked. And never calling anyone Daddy.
Okay, I might actually be wrong about that. I don’t know what she and Josh did. Jealousy rages the instant the thought forms, just as it did every single time she came over to see him .
Our eyes lock, meaning I find the decency not to stare at her body. I don’t have to. Every curve has already embedded itself into my memory.
Rutherford throws a towel her direction, breaking the stalemate.
“Daddy?” Why the fuck is that the first thing my brain chooses to verbalize?
I try to storm inside, but Rutherford grabs my arm. He turns to her and softens his voice. “I’ll take care of this, Little One.”
Hell no! He didn’t just call her ‘Little One’. This has to be a nightmare.
Mila wraps the towel around her body and stays in place. My cock is shamelessly hard. This is wrong on so many levels.
Rutherford pushes me backward and steps onto the back porch, sliding the door shut.
One more glance Mila’s direction allows me to confirm that I didn’t hallucinate. “Why is she—put a damn towel over that.” I motion toward his cock.
Rutherford wraps the towel he’s still holding around his waist.
“Why is the one student who’s the absolutely most off limits standing in my house naked?”
Rutherford combs his fingers through his hair and looks over his shoulder at her. “If it amounted to anything, we were going to tell you when you got back.”
“We could lose our jobs. She could get kicked out of the nursing program. I could lose any chance of ever talking to my son again.” I could sink my dick into Mila and fuck her until she screamed. A lot of conflicted thoughts race through my mind.
I’m seeing red. For all the wrong reasons.
Stepping backward, I give myself room to breathe. “You crossed a line.”
“She’s worth it.”
“Out of every woman you could bring here… Why her?”
The memory of her rosy nipples shouldn’t be in my mind. Nor should the gentle curves of her waists and hips. Or that sweet little bush that I could tell was wet from out here. Fuck. A father should never see his son’s girlfriend naked.
Even after they break up.
Rutherford’s rubbing his hands over his face. He better tell me the truth.
How the hell can I stand in front of the lecture hall and think of anything but her perfection? This is why professors and students aren’t allowed to fuck. I suppose there are other reasons.
How could he do this to our friendship? I need clarity. “Why her?”
“I’ll move out.”
Determination strikes down any possibility they considered this a one-time thing.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I can’t give you an answer you’ll understand. There’s just something about her. I’ve always had a thing for Mila. She’s smart and playful and ki—”
My fists ball, but I relax my hands and shake them out. “Tell me something I don’t know. Something I didn’t know years before you figured it out.”
“We were going to break it to—”
“Consider it broken.” I glance at the hot tub. It wasn’t supposed to add tension to my long day.
“I’ll shut the party down and take her home,” Rutherford says.
“Best birthday party ever.”
“It’s not really a party.”
I want to scream. I want to pound my fist against the wall…or his face… but that’s not who I am. I’m the nice guy—the even-tempered, rule-following, lonely-ass mother fucker whose own son won’t even talk to him despite my best efforts to raise him as a single dad. I gave up everything for him.
Haven’t I endured enough? Fuck! Apparently not. But I don’t own Mila.
I’m asking Rutherford to be like me. Misery loves company… which I won’t have if he leaves.
I shoot a restless glance inside. My son broke Mila’s heart. Now I’m cock-blocking her. My sanity is unraveling. Waving my free hand, I say to Rutherford, “It’s your house too.”
Sliding the door open, I step inside, meet Mila’s gaze, and do my best to relieve her worry. Without going into Dad mode, I walk past her to get to the stairs. “Hot tub’s all yours.”
She reaches out, catches my sleeve, and sets my body on fire. “Um… do you want to join us?”
“I don’t think Rutherford would appreciate that.”
A flicker of something wild crosses her expression. “I would.”
Is this what it feels like when people do ketamine? I’m lucid, but can’t move—trapped in my body, trying to process how I fit in this reality.
“Come on,” Rutherford’s voice booms from the doorway. “You look like you need to relax.”
“I was looking forward to a long, hot soak.” Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. “But I can’t.”
“Mila was looking forward to something long and hot, too,” Rutherford mumbles.
I shift my attention to him, still having trouble processing this reality.
He says, “Sorry, too soon… bad timing? But seriously, join us.”
Being a good dad, a good employee… it’s all led me this moment. Why? “Maybe later.”
She continues outside and I watch as she drops her towel. Such a perfect ass.
Frustration builds in me as I take each step up to my bedroom. What has following the rules gotten me? I can’t understand why my son broke up with Mila any more than why he ghosted me.
Rutherford once told me I was too nice, that I don’t fight hard enough for what I want. Is this one of those moments?
Mila’s laughter filters through my window. I cross the room and look down. She’s on Rutherford’s lap.
A dull ache grips my forehead. My shoulders are tight. And as a birthday present to myself, I’m spying on the two of them from my bedroom window. More accurately, enjoying her tits bobbing in the water, her bare skin, her long, wet hair.
Are they fucking? If they start fucking, will I stop watching? Will they care? Will they still fuck if join them? I grip the edges of the window.
I’m not getting any younger. And I’m not usually this immoral… although the decent guy in me is starting to make note of the thoughts running through my mind. He begs me to do the right thing. He’s gotten his way for years.
Living with Rutherford has shown me the cracks in my skillfully crafted walls.
Mila’s bright red lipstick makes her smile extra easy to see. Her laugh is so hearty for how petite she is. Then her head falls back. I can’t move. She catches me watching.
I was never that careless when she was dating Josh. Then again, they were much more private.
Pushing against the edges of the window, I try to force myself backward, but she raises a hand and wiggles a finger for me to come down.
My cock goes so hard so fast, I double over in pain and fall away from the window.
Regrouping, I pull my drawer open and change into my swim trunks because I want to let go and be wild for once in my life.
Moments later I’m stepping onto the back porch. Their laughter stops.
“Only stodgy old professors wear bathing suits to this kind of party,” Mila taunts.
She spins on Rutherford’s lap, her beautiful smile and breasts facing me.
Is this how other people live—wild and carefree? Rumors are always circulating at the university, but I ignore them. I can’t ignore Mila facing me while straddling my roommate’s lap, though. The bubbles make it impossible to see her pussy, but knowing that she’s splayed obliterates what’s left of my restraint.
I step in, suit still on. “The birthday boy figured something should be unwrapped at his party.”
Their faces contort. Mila gets it first. “Oh my god, it’s your birthday. I totally forgot. I would have made that salted caramel cheesecake.”
She’s made it for my last five birthdays, with the exception of last year when Josh broke up with her. It’s almost as amazing as she is.
“No worries. I was supposed to be at the conference.”
“Sorry, man,” Rutherford says.
“Are you serious about the unwrapping thing?” she asks.
“I’m not a stodgy old professor.” I play into the game, not quite ready to admit what’s happening… but I damn sure don’t want to be the stodgy old guy. Forty-five has a lot of good years ahead of it. And my cock is making sure I know that it’s still ready to act like a teenager.
Mila looks over her shoulder, and Rutherford winks.
She slides off of him, straddles me, and trails her fingers down my chest, into the top of my waistband. Scooting backward, she says, “Lift up.”
We navigate my trunks over my erection, she tosses them way out of the hot tub, and I’m shocked when she returns to me instead of Rutherford. Shouldn’t we talk about this first?
I clarify, “You don’t have to do anything. No expectations, with our history and all.”
She leans forward, trapping my cock, her tits pressed between us, and slides up and down, decidedly teasing me. “Ditto.”
“Did you say, ditto?”
She pauses the sliding that had my cock about ready to blow. “I want this, but if it’s weird, we don’t have to.”
“You’re okay with this?” I ask Rutherford.
“That’s part of what we talked about and were going to share with you.”
“The three of us?”
Her fingers find their way to my tip and swirl on it. “You looked so mad at Aubergine Affair , I wasn’t sure—”
“That was in public. I’m questioning things privately.”
“What did you think about?”
I wrap my hands around her waist and reposition her so my cock is tapping at her entrance. Our eyes lock. “I thought I’d never have a chance with you.”
Pulling her close, my lips slant on hers, the cravings I’ve suffered for years are met with equal eagerness. I massage her breast and roll her nipple in my fingers, learning what makes her squirm as if racing to make up for lost time. All the while, my cock slides against her pussy.
It’s a fantasy I’ve dreamed for years, minus the spectator, but I don’t care. I can finally show her everything I’ve felt, and how a man should make her feel.
The cracks in my walls break wide open. I’ll rebuild with her in my life. Whatever that means. I can’t process all of the emotions.
“Hey Pop, you back here?” Josh’s voice is a phantom sound.
Mila’s arms grip me hard and she cringes. The timing is perfect. My tip is nestled at her slit. Her motion is sharp enough that she presses herself onto me.
The rest is not as perfect. I’d only gotten started on foreplay, but I cry out as years of celibacy come to a head.
I can’t stop my balls from unloading inside of her, even though she’s only taking the tip. I reflexively wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, pumping stream after stream inside of her as I groan through the longest, hardest release I’ve ever had.
“Fuck!” Rutherford jumps out of the hot tub. “Are you…” He doesn’t have to finish his question. The sounds were unmistakable. “I’ll get rid of him.”
Mila clings to me, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“Bad timing, bro,” Rutherford calls while rushing to the corner of the house.
“I wanted to wish him a happy birthday.” Josh’s tone grows heavy.
I’ve longed for this moment, but right now, primal instincts control my choice.
“Now is not a good time.” Rutherford’s tone is firmer.
“Should we get out?” Mila’s question is barely audible above the bubbles.
I attempt to cover her back with my arm, and place my hand on her head. “Don’t get up.”
“Did you just come?”
“It’s been a long time, Mila. When you took my tip, my control shattered. I’ll make it up to you.”
“He’s probably pissed at me.” Josh’s voice rings through, interrupting our conversation. He sounds truly remorseful. “He has every right to be.”
“Yeah, he is, and he does. You were a real prick. Come back a different time to see if he’ll listen.”
Rutherford kicks my bathing suit away from Josh’s line of vision.
“Oh!” Josh must have seen it. “If you could tell him I stopped by to wish him a happy birthday, that would be great.”
“Will do.”
“And one other thing. I want to apologize to him. I shut out the two most important people in my life, him and Mila. I could use some of that fatherly advice I thought he was using to control me. I need to figure out how to convince her to give me another chance.”
“You really need to leave.” Rutherford steps out of sight.