Naomi

“So, what made you finally decide to get some fucking protection?” Julia chomps on her gum as we wait in the lobby of the clinic the next day.

I shrug, fighting a smile. “There’s this guy . . .”

When I say that, she whips her head up, eyes growing wide. Her teal hair sways when she leans forward. “A guy? And I don’t know about him? What kind of best friend are you?” She nudges my rib lightly with her elbow. “Come on! Spill! Who is he? Is it that guy Blaine?”

“Eww!” I laugh. “No. That jerk probably has a freaking STD by now. He runs through girls like water.”

“Yeah, but he was totally into you at that end of the year party we went to.” She grins.

“Yeah . . . but no. Never. This guy is a little . . . older.” I clench just thinking about Dom and what we did.

“More! Feed me the deets, woman!” Julia demands, waving her hands for more.

“Okay. Okay” I pull out my cellphone and go to my photos. I click on one that the entire family took with him and Hannah for Thanksgiving and show it to her, pointing at Dom. “It’s him.” She snatches my phone away, ogling the screen.

“Wait — holy shit!” She points at my phone. “Your dad’s friend with the baby? Isn’t he, like, forty? I mean he’s hot, but dude — how old is he?”

“He’s not that old, Jules. He’s only thirty-six.” I take my phone back, looking at the picture myself. “I’ve had the biggest crush on him for so long and I’ve never told anyone this because I wasn’t sure if it would happen again, but he came onto me last summer. He was a little drunk, I was kind of tipsy, and one thing led to another.”

“Oh my goodness, Naomi, you dirty little devil! You fucked that guy, didn’t you?”

I laugh, fighting a blush. “Perhaps.”

She squeals, grabbing my arm. “How was it?” She leans in, greedy for more. “Does he have a huge cock?”

“So big,” I laugh.

“Dude . . . I’m fucking jealous. I’ve always wanted to bone an older guy. Man, your dad would really flip. Freakin’ drill sergeant he is.”

My smile fades a bit, just thinking about my navy veteran father. He’s very strict. Sometimes I wonder how he stayed friends with Dom, a man who is so laid back and simple.

Dad is harsh sometimes, and very forward. If he knew I was here, he would ask me a thousand questions about it and even ask who the guy is. Then, he’d want to meet him and ask him a million questions — just like a drill sergeant. I know because he did it to Julia, and she’s my best friend.

I’ve never needed protection before because none of the guys in high school or even college have intrigued me much.

But Dom, he’s different. How he makes me feel is different. Every time I see him, I get the uncontrollable urge to jump into his arms and kiss him.

As if she can read my thoughts, Julia nudges me again. “Hey, don’t worry. Just keep it a secret. I’m sure he isn’t going to tell your dad unless he’s asking for a death sentence. And you know my lips are sealed, babe. Keep fucking that DILF. I’m cheering for you.”

She winks and I huff out a laugh. “Thanks, Jules.”

* * *

When I’m done at the clinic, I crank up the car and catch lunch with Julia at Subway before I drop her off and go to Dom’s to surprise him.

When I pull up to his simple two-story home, I feel my heart beating a little harder. I kill the engine of my Jetta and then grab my satchel, double-checking that my birth control is still in the inside pocket.

I unlock the door with the key he gave me and when I step in, I hear noise coming from the kitchen. When I walk inside, Dom’s got a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. He hears me coming and he starts to say something, but then I hear a familiar voice that makes my blood run cold.

“Dom, where’s the lighter for the grill? Wanna get these hotdogs going before the game starts!”

I stop at the counter, looking out at the deck and can’t fucking believe it. Dad is here! He comes walking into the kitchen and I pick up my bag, hiking it on my shoulder.

“Oh, hey Omi. What are you doing here?” Dad smiles at me. He steps over, kisses the top of my head, and walks to the sink to wash his hands.

“Hey, Dad!” I pretend to be cheerful. “Just here to pick up Hannah. I told Mr. Thomas I would take her to the park while you guys watch the game.” I look over at Dom who presses his lips together and nods as if to say, “good lie.”

“Oh, cool. You’re really good with her.” Dad turns to look at Dom who straightens up. “Dominic, got the lighter?”

“Yep.” Dom opens a drawer and pulls out a lighter, handing it to Dad.

“Where is she, anyway?” I ask, avoiding Dom’s eyes at all costs. I can’t reveal anything. Not around Dad. He notices everything.

“In her playpen,” Dom answers.

Dad walks out of the kitchen and back on the deck, shutting the door behind him. I turn to the living room, where Hannah’s playpen is.

“There you are, sweet girl!” I sing, and Hannah instantly bounces, clapping her hands and squealing with delight. Before I can scoop her up, a hand wraps around my wrist and Dom turns me to face him.

“My phone is upstairs. I was about to call you,” he says. “He caught a ride with me after I stopped by to get the grill.”

“A little too late for that,” I say, throwing my hair over my shoulder. “Kinda glad I didn’t come in singing I had the birth control.”

He laughs — a deep, sensual laugh that makes my belly flutter. He tips my chin and kisses my upper lip. My body surges with adrenaline and heat, knowing Dad is only a few steps away and could walk in on us at any given moment.

The fact that he’s even taking the risk is a turn on.

“By the time you come back, he’ll probably be gone. He never sticks around for the whole game.” He runs a hand down my arm. “When you get back, I’ll make up for it.”

“What are you gonna do?” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

He smiles. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name. That’s what I’m going to do.”

I sigh when he cups the back of my neck, the tip of his nose running across my cheek. His warm breath hits my exposed cleavage and he groans. “You smell so good.”

“He’s going to come back inside soon,” I exhale.

As if he didn’t just hear me, he drops a hand and cups my pussy in his large hand, caressing me softly. “Hurry back, you hear me? Don’t keep me waiting.”

I bite a smile as Dad calls his name. I turn to pick up Hannah, and he takes a step back, pressing his lips and staring into my eyes, like he really can’t stand pulling away from me.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”