26. Tyler
TWENTY-SIX
TYLER
The airport doors open, and Kylie walks out, rolling her suitcase behind her. I’ve missed having her around, but her return means McKenzie and I have to either stop sleeping together or start sneaking around. Both options aren’t ideal.
This weekend was everything I hoped it would be and more. Every spare second we had, we spent naked in my bed. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d have the energy, but we just kept at it, knowing our time was limited.
“Hey, Dad.” She hugs me, and I take her suitcase over to my truck.
“Hey, Ky. How was the flight?”
“Good, but they ran out of those little cookies, which was lame.”
I laugh. This girl has unlimited access to my credit card, but she’s worried about free cookies on a flight. “You know you can get those at the grocery store, right?”
“It’s not the same, Dad.”
I nod and get in the truck because I can’t argue with that logic.
“Where’s McKenzie?” she asks.
First mention of McKenzie, and I’m already sweating. We know we need to tell Kylie; I just can’t figure out the best way to do it. It’s certainly not easy to tell your daughter you’re sleeping with her best friend. It’s even worse when your job could be on the line because of it. McKenzie isn’t technically one of my students, but she’s still a student at the university where I hold a position of power. If it’s not completely against the rules, it’s certainly frowned upon.
“I think she had to work. She was gone when I left the house.” I know she’s working because I watched her get dressed after she rode my dick like it might be the last time.
“Bummer. I was hoping I’d get to see her today.”
“Yeah, she wanted to see you, too. She mentioned. In passing.” I cringe. Fuck that sounded awkward. Thankfully, Kylie doesn’t seem to notice or care that I sound like an idiot because she goes on telling me all about her trip. I listen as she talks about all the people I used to know so well. Shae’s family was basically a second family to me up until our relationship ended. I still hear from her parents from time to time. They’re good people, and I’m glad Kylie has them.
“Did you get to see Nana and Grandpa while you were there?” I know she did because my mom texted me a few pictures, making sure to tell me she wished I could’ve been there, too.
“Yep. We had dinner together. Grandpa let me ride his new four-wheeler.”
“Good. Glad you got to see them. And hey, we won our game this weekend.”
She groans.
“What?”
“Football.”
“Football is a big part of my life,” I explain.
“I know, Dad. It’s just all you talk about sometimes.” I’m pretty sure Shae said the exact same thing to me on multiple occasions. Football is my life. It’s my job and my hobby. Of course I’m going to talk about it. I was proud of myself as a player, and I’m just as proud of my team as a coach.
“Well, football pays for you to live the life you do.” It comes out a little more harsh than I intended it to, but I’m getting fed up with them acting like what I do isn’t important. I bought Shae a house even after we’d broken up because she had Kylie to take care of. I sent an exorbitant amount of money, more than what I was required to pay, in child support. Kylie’s had the best childhood because football paid for it. I think she and her mother forget that sometimes.
“Sorry,” Kylie says quietly.
“I didn’t mean to snap at you. Football is something I enjoy, and I’d like to be able to share that with you. I’m not asking you to become a super fan or anything.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I usually don’t mind it. It’s fun watching you and McKenzie talk about it. I think it’s just from being around Mom again. You know how she is.” Yeah, I know all too well about how she is.
“It’s all good, Ky.” Part of me wants to tell Kylie that her mother’s attitude toward things I enjoyed is one of the reasons we didn’t last. She constantly put me down or made me feel like what I wanted wasn’t valid. And I’ve always respected Shae. I can never repay her for having my daughter. But just because she carried my child doesn’t mean that I’m no longer allowed to live my life. It took me years to figure that out for myself. I thought staying with her would be the best for our little family, but I was miserable, which in turn made her more miserable.
Kylie will never know those details, though, at least from my point of view. While her mom seems to have no problem talking shit about me to our daughter, I would never do that.
“So, I was thinking chicken and rice for dinner,” I say, changing the subject. “You good with that?”
“Yeah, sounds good. And I have some homework I need to work on tonight.”
Later that evening, after we’ve eaten and I’ve cleaned the kitchen, Kylie is sitting on the couch with her laptop and a textbook. I can’t stop staring at the clock on the wall. It’s not even seven o’clock, and I’m already itching to see McKenzie. But she’s got another three hours before her shift is over. I hate that she has to work doubles on the weekend, but she admitted to me this morning that she asked her boss to do that since she can’t work as many shifts during the week. I wish she’d let me help her out with money, but I know by now that she’d be offended if I even offered.
The minute hand ticks by again.
“Hey, Ky. I need to run out and grab a few things for the team tomorrow.” The lie falls so easily out of my mouth, but I know she won’t even question it. “Do you need anything?”
“Actually, yeah. I think we’re out of hot chocolate. Can you pick up a box?”
“Yeah. Absolutely. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Thanks, Dad.
Once I’m in my truck, I don’t have to think twice before I know where I’m going. Parking in front of Alessandro’s, I only hesitate for a second before I go inside and find a seat at the bar. I look around for McKenzie, and when I finally see her, my hands start to sweat. I know this was a bad idea, but I couldn’t stop myself. Anyone could see me here. Of course no one knows what I’m truly doing here. It just looks like I’m sitting here having a drink.
I’m nervous, but I’m here now, so I have to follow through.
As if the universe wants to punish me, a restaurant patron recognizes me and says, “Go Bobcats!”
I raise my hand in an awkward sort of wave. The man’s outburst put a bunch of unwanted attention on me, but it also got McKenzie to look over. Her eyes go wide when she sees me.
She delivers food to a table and walks toward me.
“What are you doing here?” she asks when she’s close enough that no one would hear her.
“I wanted to see you.”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say quickly. I didn’t even think that she might think something was wrong. “Everything is all good. I just missed you.” I feel a little pathetic that I came all the way down here just to tell her that I missed her. How did I get so wrapped up in her so quickly?
Her face softens. “I missed you, too.”
“Kylie’s home,” I tell her.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There’s a long pause before she asks, “What are you really doing here, Tyler?”
“Can you take a break?”
“Depends on the reason.” She puts her hand on her hip.
I meet her gaze. “I couldn’t wait another minute to have you again.”
“You just had me this morning.”
“It wasn’t enough. It’s never going to be enough. You tell me to go kick rocks and I’ll go back home, or you can meet me in my truck in five minutes. Decision is yours.”
She scans my face almost like she thinks I might be joking, but when it comes to her, I can’t joke. I’ve gone months depriving myself of her, and now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t get enough.
“Ok. Give me five minutes.”
She turns and walks away. I try and leave the restaurant as inconspicuously as possible, hoping no one saw or read too much into that little interaction.
I wait in my truck in the back of the parking lot. I’m relieved when my door opens, and she hops up on my lap.
“I have fifteen minutes.”
We waste no time. I devour her mouth like I haven’t kissed her in ages. Our hands are everywhere. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but neither of us cares.
Getting her pants off is the hardest part, and she hits her head at least once on the roof. She almost kicks me in the nuts at one point, but we finally manage to get them off.
She unzips my pants, pulls my cock out, and lines herself up, sliding right on me. I wish I had time to eat her pussy. It’s one of my favorite things to do. The way she runs her hands through my hair and the little moans she makes get me harder than I ever thought possible.
She rides my cock while I kiss her neck and grab onto her ass.
“I wish I could see all of you right now,” I murmur into her neck. She kept her shirt on since anyone could look at the windows and see us.
“I wish I could see you, too,” she says.
Her hips roll against me as she moans. As much as I would love for her to ride me nice and slow, I know we’re on a time limit here, and I want us both to finish.
“Rub your clit, baby. You’re not going back to work until you come.”
Her hand slides between us as I piston myself up inside her.
“Tyler!” she calls as the windows fog over.
“That’s it, baby.”
She squeezes my dick as she comes. I don’t stop fucking her, not until I feel myself about to explode.
With one final thrust, I empty myself inside her, filling her up. Her body turns to Jell-O as she collapses on me to catch her breath.
“That was really hot,” she finally says.
“Yeah, it was.”
“I’ve always wondered what car sex would be like.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Well, I’m happy we could check that off your list.”
She checks her phone. “Shit, I’ve got three minutes.”
She scrambles off me and grabs her pants while I tuck myself back into my jeans.
She turns to me once she’s dressed. “How do I look?”
Her hair is messy, her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are flushed. She looks fucking beautiful. She looks like mine.
“Freshly fucked,” I answer.
Her eyes widen, and she pulls down the visor to look in the little mirror. “Oh, no. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to fix your ponytail and walk back in there like you just had the best sex of your life.” I envy her because I have to go home and pretend like I didn’t just have the best sex of my life. Each time with McKenzie just feels better and better.
She smiles, and I lean over to give her one more kiss. “See you tonight?”
She nods. We have to go back to me sneaking into her room, which sucks, but I think we’re both willing to take what we can get right now while we try to decide what to do next.
She gets out of my truck, and I watch her fix her ponytail as she walks back inside the restaurant.
I wait until she’s back in before I head to the store to get hot chocolate for Kylie and go home to pretend like I did nothing wrong.