My Boyfriend's Father novel Chapter 4

Richard watched as Valerie stepped out onto the back porch, unable to keep his gaze from raking over her tight body, the way her breasts pressed against her top. Smiling at her, he gestured to the glass of wine on the table between his chair and the empty one.

She gave him a puzzled look as she stared at the wineglass. “You knew he wouldn’t come down?” she asked.

He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned back around to his backyard, his whiskey glass in his hand. “Let’s just say, I’m not surprised that he chose not to join us,” he said. “He’s never been one to just sit around and do nothing but talk.” He shrugged. “He has to stay busy at something, even if it’s unpacking his boxes. I had hoped college would change that in him, but I see it hasn’t.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she walked around the chair and sat down, reaching for her glass and pulling it into her lap. “No,” she said as she lifted the glass to her lips. “Justin has never been one to just sit down. I can’t even get him to go to a coffee shop with me without him taking a stack of notebooks. He has a hard time relaxing.”

Richard nodded. “He always has. He could barely even sit still long enough to watch a thirty-minute show.”

After taking a sip of her wine, she licked her lips, and Richard couldn’t keep his eyes off the way her tongue glided between her lips, licking up the remaining wine. He clamped down on a groan as he felt his cock harden in his pants, and he was just glad night had fallen. He felt bad for thinking the dirty thoughts that went through his mind right then about his son’s girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it. Valerie was one sexy girl. Okay, woman, young woman, but still a woman. And god, did she carry herself like a woman men needed to drool over. As she settled her glass back in her lap, she turned over to him. “I don’t think he’ll ever change. He seems to enjoy being busy. It’s his way of relaxing, as weird as that sounds.”

Glancing over, he saw her smiling at him. Busted. He snorted as he glanced back to his yard. “Well, I was thinking my son’s a frickin’ idiot, to be honest. I know you two weren’t angels back at that college, so why he’s up there rummaging around memories he’ll never look at again until he gets old instead of more carnal pleasures is baffling.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey, licking his lips again when he was finished. He glanced over at Valerie, raking her with his appreciative gaze. “Boy needs a foot in his ass.” He saw her blush, so he looked away, his cock throbbing in his pants. He definitely needed to get out and get between some willing woman’s legs. Sitting there fantasizing about his son’s girlfriend was merely frustrating.

Silence filled the small porch for a while, and Richard feared he had said too much. He had taken his sexual frustration out on his son with his words, seeing how the boy wasted the beautiful girl he brought home with him. Richard knew he would be jerking one off when he hit the sheets, and he also knew exactly who he would be fantasizing about when he took care of business, no matter how wrong it was. He didn’t care. Oh, he wouldn’t act on his fantasies. That would definitely be crossing a line. However, what happened in the quietness of his mind while under the covers was strictly between him and his imagination.