Page 48 of Hot Dad Summer

He slowly stood up, walked to the other side of the shop and grabbed a clean rag. He ran water over it for a few seconds and then came back to sit in front of me. As he pulled my feet back into his lap, he finally spoke. “Spread your legs.”

That one direction nearly made me run away. I was embarrassed and scared that he’d find me disgusting. The last thing I wanted to do was let him see the mess between my thighs. His gaze left no room for argument, though. I whimpered as I braced my feet on his thighs and slowly let my legs fall open. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes.

Max didn’t make a sound to let me know what he was thinking. He waited for me to look at him again before he even looked down at my sex. He forced me to watch his expression strain as he fought to keep a blank look on his face. That stoicism failed when he looked back up at my face and couldn’t hide the heat in his eyes.

“Max?”

He took his damp rag and began a slow and meticulous cleaning. His breathing became labored as he watched come slowly trickle out of my core. I shook, ashamed and turned on despite that shame. His focus was intense and he moved the rag so gently that it felt like foreplay instead of cleaning. I held my breath, not wanting to lose the soft look on his face. It was like he was momentarily someone else, someone who didn’t feel the need to keep her out.

He let his fingers graze my lower lips as he cleaned me and each time I shivered from it, his lips would tip up in a half-smile. It went on for so long that I was barely holding myself together. My hips chased his touch, I was so wet that I was probably making a mess of his table. I felt like one touch would send me over the edge. He never gave that direct touch, though.

He set the rag down next to my hip and slowly rolled my shirt up so I was even more exposed. Then he took my hand and moved it lower until it pressed against my sex. His softness was gone, replaced with something edgier and dangerous and all Max. “I like watching you.”

Four words and I felt myself slipping under his spell. That admission wasn’t easy for him, I knew. He’d given it to me, though, and I’d give him something back. I leaned back on one arm and let my other hand explore. I was too wiped for a big orgasm but the moment felt like it called for something quieter, more intimate.

I gathered my own wetness and then rubbed slow, small circles over my clit. I was sensitive from the night’s activities and after Max’s cleaning, it didn’t take long for me to be at the edge. I watched Max and seeing his need so clear on his face pushed me over. I let out a quiet whimper and orgasmed for the second time with Max’s eyes on me. It wasn’t a huge release; it was more like a warm embrace. It left me relaxed and limp, at Max’s will.

“You’re not a slut.” His voice shook with his restraint. “I was jealous. I wanted to be the one making you come while someone else watched.”

I sat up, closing my legs, and leaned forward to cup his face with my clean hand. “You could’ve been. I don’t know what’s happening, Max, but I know that I missed you tonight.”

He stood up and moved to stand between my legs. Our faces were just inches apart. Finally. “You wanted me there?”

I moved closer, so close that we were sharing the same air. “Yes. I swear, Max. I wanted you there with us. I’ve wanted you every day. Even when you regretted me and hid from me.”

He cupped my face in his hands and angled his head while staring at my lips. He wanted to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. “I lose control around you.”

“Is that so bad?” I knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left my mouth. His eyes shuttered and he stepped back. “Max. Please.”

“I can’t yet. I don’t trust myself, Dais.” He came close again and brushed his lips over mine in a ghost of a kiss. “I’ve held everything so tightly for so long and I feel like loosening my grip on one thing would make everything fall.”

I frowned but nodded. Instead of kissing him like I wanted to, I hugged him. It took him a few seconds to hug me back but when he did, it was pure peace. I didn’t want to let go but I forced myself to. “Can I stay and watch?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. “Really?”

I nodded and crossed my legs. “I won’t talk. I’ll just watch.”

He tried to turn away to hide a smile but I saw it. He cleared his throat and spoke with more gravel in his voice than normal. “Fine. Stay there. I’ll work around you.”

I did as he said. Watching him was relaxing. He moved with purpose no matter what he was doing and it was hypnotic. I leaned back first and then I laid on my side on the table, careful to not get in the way. I wasn’t sure if I made it a whole minute before I was out.

37

***Max***

Twelve hours earlier I’d watched Daisy sleep in my t-shirt, on top of my project table. I’d carried her into the house without her ever waking up and I’d done the thing I shouldn’t have done. I tucked her into my bed. Then I’d watched her sleep some more before retreating back to my shop. I wanted to go back to those moments instead of dealing with the one I was looking at right then.

There was a second workshop at the back of the estate where Wes hid his prized possession. He’d rebuilt an old runabout with stunning mahogany wood that he’d stained, stripped, and stained a different color time and time again. He’d never found what he was looking for. Sitting on the boat inside the shed with my brothers, knowing what we had to discuss, made my skin crawl enough to want to break Wes’ precious boat.

The three of us sat as far from each other as possible, a good sign that none of wanted to talk. Yet, there we were. I gripped the back of my neck and shifted my legs out in front of me just to bring them back. I couldn’t get comfortable. “Ever think about making this piece of shit comfortable?”

Wes growled out a warning. “Leave my boat alone.”

“I’m just going to say what we’re all thinking.” Flynn looked like he’d been tugging at his hair. “I’m obviously the best man for Daisy.”

Hank came loping into the shed, having tracked us down with his impressive nose. He jumped into the boat the same way we had and went directly to Wes. He jumped into his lap and settled like he wasn’t the size of four lap dogs. His tongue flopped out on Wes’ leg and just stayed there. Almost immediately the dog’s snoring was echoing off the walls.

“Why’d you bring your dog?” I couldn’t help pushing Wes. Anything was better than getting into the Daisy talk.