Slumping down in my chair, I run my hand back and forth over my beard. I don’t know why I let Avery get to me so much. She’s a pro at pushing my buttons which is annoying as fuck, because no one ever pushes my buttons. I’m the motherfucking button pushing king.

The thought of her dating someone else is anger inducing and I’m not ready to analyze why. She’s hot and I’ve wanted her beneath me since I saw her at the airport, but it’s more than that. I can get my dick wet whenever I want. There have been a lot of beautiful girls over the years, but none of them have ever gotten inside my head like she has.

Sitting up straight, I get busy answering my emails and taking care of things I’ve been neglecting to do. I lose myself in the tedious work for about an hour, until there’s a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I lean my arms on the desk and wait for Avery to appear.

She peeks her head in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I have to go. They’re waking my mom up now.” The words leave her quickly.

Pushing my chair back, I start to rise. “No, I don’t need a ride. Lucy’s already here.”

I stand up anyway. “Does she need to leave Jeremiah with me?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “He’s going over a friend’s house after school. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she shouts as she’s already out of sight.

I hurry after her, calling out, “Avery, wait.” I catch her just as she’s about to exit the building. She turns to look at me, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Good luck. I hope everything goes well with your mom.”

“Thanks, Wes.” She smiles and it lights up the entire space.

I can’t take my eyes off her until she’s out the door and out of sight. Even then I just stand there like the village idiot staring in the direction she walked off. Shaking my head, I walk to her desk to make sure she shut down her computer and I find her still logged into the Timber website. Grinning, I sit in her chair and begin browsing through her information.

Hair color: brown

Saying her hair is brown doesn’t really do it justice. It’s shinier and thicker than any hair I’ve ever seen. When I’m within five feet of her, I want to bury my fingers in it and never let her go.

Eye color: green

Her eyes are beautiful. They’re the deep green of a pine tree, but they’re enhanced with specks of golden grass green. I’ve never seen another pair the same color as hers.

Interests: reading, music, shopping, spending time with friends.

I wonder what her life in California was like. Who are her friends? How many guys has she been with?

My eyes skim down the screen for something better than height and weight. I know the answers to those questions. She’s the perfect height and weight for me to fuck against the wall or anywhere else I want to.

What attracts you to a man: a nice smile, tall, broad shouldered, tattoos, beard, brown hair, casual dresser, outdoorsy type.

I bark out a laugh into the silence of the office. She just described me. I’m her perfect fucking man. “Fuck yeah.” Curving my arms down, hands in front of me, I flex my arms for my own benefit and stare at her computer screen grinning.

Heading back to my office, I pull up the Timber website and create an account. I choose the username BigBadWolf as a nod to my college days. Wes The Wolf was the nickname my frat brothers gave me after I had a large wolf tattooed on my left pec. That night’s still a blur. I drank too much Jack and lost a bet or maybe I lost a bet and drank too much Jack. Either way the tattoo was the result. Since then I’ve grown to like it and I know the ladies do too. I wonder if Avery wants to pet my wolf.

Smirking as I fill in all the requirements for my ‘perfect mate,’ I describe Avery to a T. I even make sure my interests match hers so there can be no fuck ups. For my profile pic, I take a selfie and edit most of my face out of it until all you can see is my mouth and my beard. Once I’m finished, I read through to make sure I’m satisfied. Leaning back in my chair, I smile. This is going to be a lot of fun.

* * *

Living across the street from Lucy has never been as convenient as it is now that Avery’s here. After a long, hot shower and a quick bite to eat, I knock on the front door before pushing it open. Knocking is really just a formality. Lucy doesn’t care if I come and go as I please, but out of respect for her I don’t like to barge in. I know I don’t want people walking into my house unannounced.

I find the three of them out in the backyard. Jeremiah is splashing around in the pool with Lucy and Avery’s lying back on a lounge chair staring off into the distance. My eyes devour every inch of her skin and there’s a lot of it exposed in her tiny green bikini.

“How’s your mom?” I ask, taking the seat next to hers.

Her eyes briefly flick in my direction. “She’s stable. They’re weaning her off the meds and she should be awake sometime tomorrow if all goes well.”

“Why the long face then? Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yeah it is. I guess when Lucy told me they were waking her up, I thought I’d be able to talk to her immediately. It was dumb I know, but wishful thinking has a way of blocking out common sense.”

“It’s not dumb to want to talk to your mom. You’ve been worried and waiting for the opportunity to do so.”

She rolls her head on the cushion toward me. “Why are you being so nice? Should I be worried?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

I grin. “I’m always nice. In fact you haven’t even begun to realize how,” I pause, leaning toward her, “nice I can be.” I trail a finger down the side of her arm. She shivers and I smile.

She swings her legs to the other side of the lounge chair and rises to her feet. I know she’s trying to keep distance between us, but by doing this she gives me a killer view of her round ass. My stare locks on it until she makes her way around the foot of the chair, then it locks on her voluptuous tits as she walks by before returning to her jiggling ass. Damn. My cock is already hard and I haven’t even touched her. Bounding to my feet, I follow behind her. Time to change that.

I find her in the kitchen, standing in front of the sink. Sipping from the glass of water in her hand, she stares out the window toward the neighbor's house. Closing the distance between us, I don’t stop until my chest is against her back. “Why does it seem like you’re always so eager to get away from me?”

She crooks her head over her shoulder, peering up at me. “Why can’t you take a hint?” There she goes answering with a question.

“Maybe because you send mixed signals,” I say, then let my lips tease the smooth skin of her pale neck. She gasps and arches her back when I suck on the skin beneath her ear. The motion pushes her ass into my painfully hard cock. My hands grip her hips, holding her there, both cheeks perfectly cushioning my dick. “Feel what you do to me,” I growl, flexing my hips. The thin material of my basketball shorts reveals every hard inch I want to give her.

She rests her head back on my chest with a moan as my fingertips begin to skim over the warm skin of her stomach. When they reach the edge of her bikini bottoms she whirls around. She opens her mouth to say something and I slam my lips down on hers. I don’t want to hear how we shouldn’t be doing this or how she doesn’t want me. We should be and she does.

My tongue thrusts into her mouth, seeking hers. It’s only a second or two before she’s right in this with me, giving as good as she gets. I’ve never kissed anyone with so much pent up emotion before. We’re hate fucking each other’s mouths and it’s the hottest thing. Gripping her ass inside her bottoms, I tug her into me, groaning into her mouth as I grind against her. My fingers flex digging into her smooth globes as our lips, tongues and teeth meet in a hot wet mess of a kiss. All my finesse has been replaced by a red haze of hunger. If I don’t get my cock inside her pussy soon I’m going to fucking explode. My fingers begin to ease her bikini bottoms down when we hear a loud slam, followed by the patter of Jeremiah’s feet heading in our direction.

We immediately break apart. Avery’s eyes are wide and panic filled just before she whirls around to face the sink. I step back away from her and take a deep breath to calm down.

“Wes, will you come outside and play?” Jeremiah’s voice calling out for me is an instant erection killer.

I walk toward the hallway he’s coming down. Pausing at the edge of the kitchen, I say, “yeah, bud. Head back out and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He smiles so big it practically spreads from ear to ear. “Okay.” He gives me a thumbs up and I do the same back. I watch him until I make sure he’s back outside. When I turn around to talk to Avery I realize she’s gone. Fuck. This is not how I saw the night ending.