Page 10 of His Good Girl

Marcee lets us in, calling over her shoulder to me as I scope out the courtyard and entry. “Dad’s at the gym right now but should be back before dinner. Why don’t we change into our suits and head straight to the pool?” I follow her through the immaculate house, taking it all in.

On our way out of the house, we raid the drink fridge then settle into lounge chairs by the pool. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you were right, this is just what I needed.” I breathe deeply, tilting my head back, angling my face toward the sun, soaking up the heat as its warmth sinks deep into my muscles like a balm soothing the tension I’ve been carrying for weeks.

Marcee sits up, clutching her chest dramatically. “Did hell just freeze over? I must be losing it, hearing things!” Her sad attempt at a southern accent makes it all the more over the top.

Sliding my aviators down the bridge of my nose, I eye my friend and don’t say a word, trying to let my eyes do the talking. My scathing look is met with my best friend’s cackling laugh.

“I’m just kidding. I’m glad it’s helping. Anything to keep you from throwing your pussy onto the first rebound dick you saw this weekend.”

“Ugh, but an orgasm would go a long way in perking me up too.” Raising my eyebrows at her, I blow her a kiss.

“You’re on your own, babe. I’m not servicing you, no matter how much I love you.”

“Good thing I brought Old Faithful with me so I can take the edge off.”

It’s her turn to look at me over her shades. “Did you really bring your rabbit?” I don’t even bother answering, just smile at her, letting her come to her own conclusions. “You’re not sleeping in my room. I don’t even want to think of the horny dreams that would be induced listening to you with that!”

We both dissolve into a fit of laughter. Damn, I love this girl. Movement in the house catches my eye as the back door opens. It’s like a scene from a movie where the main character is moving in slow motion because they’re obviously too hot to take in at normal speed. With my straw between my lips, I ogle the sweaty beefsteak coming our way. Fuck me sideways, the way the sweat trickles down the grooves of his bulging pectoral muscles makes my pussy clench. Maybe Old Faithful’s services won’t be needed, maybe the pool boy will make this weekend worth the drive.

“Hey, Dad! Lexie’s staying for the weekend, hope you don’t mind,” Marcee yells from beside me as time resumes its normal speed and I choke on my Dr. Pepper, realizing I was eye fucking her dad—Mr. Walker! Soda is coming out of my nose as I cough up a lung that is drowning in soda. Marcee starts beating my back.

“Shit, Lexie, you okay?” I nod, mopping my face while trying to catch my breath. Smooth, Alexis, real smooth. Finn stops by Marcee’s chair, dropping a quick kiss on her head. My heart squeezes seeing the easy affection between them.

“I’m craving Chinese food, want to go somewhere or get takeout?” Finn finally looks at me, his sharp blue eyes dipping to my chest then going wide. I follow his gaze and find that during the fight for my life against Dr. Pepper, my swimsuit shifted, and my nipple is now out in all its glory, glittering piercing and all. I decide to play it cool, slipping the offending nip back into place, smiling brightly like it’s no biggie. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marcee with her hands over her face, shoulders shaking and laughing her ass off.

Finn clears his throat and mumbles something like, “I’ll just order takeout,” then heads for the house, but I spot him adjusting his shorts as he rounds the corner. Hmm, I wonder if he likes what he saw too. The thought sends electricity through my veins and straight to my pussy.

“Bahaha, Lexie! Only you could nip slip in front of a parent!” Marcee’s words are strained from laughter.

“Sorry that my near-death experience inconvenienced your eyes!” Rolling my eyes, I flip over to get some sun on my back. “But the real topic that needs to be discussed is your dad. Girl! Talk about post-divorce glow-up! Daddy Finn is looking good.”

Gagging noises come from my right as Marcee dry heaves. “Gross, Lexie! Also, do guys even have glow ups?” She swirls her wrist at me. “Whatever, the point is, yuck!”

We move on to talk about school and the finals coming up. It feels good to just relax and soak up some sun; the unexpected eye candy is just icing on the cake. I’ve always thought of Finn as a cute dad and had a schoolgirl style crush on him. But now. Fucking hell, he looked delicious walking out here like some sweaty god. Damn, I need to tell my pussy to calm down before I go climb him like a tree.

16

FINN

I knew I would eventually see Lexie again, but I hadn’t expected to walk out and find her lounging by the pool looking like pure temptation today in that fire-engine red bikini that left very little to the imagination. My mind is filled with pictures of her in nothing but a red thong. Shame rolls through me as I remember fisting myself as I thought of her that night, and if I’m honest, several other nights since then.

When she started choking, I was relieved to have something break the tension as I purposely pushed images of her body from my mind. But then I couldn’t resist looking down and her breast was out. Her tits are mouthwateringly perfect in person. My cocked strained against my gym shorts that hid absolutely nothing with their light fabric. Shit. That cannot happen in front of my daughter. I can’t imagine how awkward it would be if she saw me sporting a semi over her friend. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be for me. I’m fucking forty-two, not some teenager that can’t control his dick. Needing to get a hold of myself, I made a hasty exit toward the house and straight into a cold shower. Once the shock of everything wears off, I’m ready to face both girls. They’re walking in through the large French doors off the patio as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

“What do y’all want to eat?” Taking their orders, I opt for carry out instead of delivery, needing a drive to clear my mind. Heading out to my car, I stop and savor the sight of it. After signing the deal with my new partners in Dubai, I bought my dream car. An Aston Martin Vantage in midnight black. I appreciate the low-slung silhouette with lines sculpted for speed, commanding attention. Every line of this car feels deliberate, a balance of refined beauty and raw power. I fucking love it.

Reaching for the handle that is flush with the body, adding to the air of sophistication, as if it chooses who is worthy to drive it. I open the car, slipping into the rich handstitched leather seats. Vivian had called it my mid-life crisis car, but she was wrong. It’s my liberation car, a symbol of moving on and chasing every dream I had put on hold for far too long. I rev the engine and head down the road, enjoying the breeze as the day cools with the setting sun.

By the time I walk through the front door, I’ve convinced myself that having Alexis in the house this weekend won’t be an issue, and my reaction was the same as any male seeing a young, tight body. My internal pep talk is shot to shit at the sight of Lexie stretching to get a cup from a high shelf. She’s wearing little pink plaid boxer shorts that show off her tanned and toned legs and a tiny peek of her right cheek as she stretches. Her blue shirt is an oversized crop top that hangs off one shoulder. I spot the lines of a tattoo peeking out from under the hem of the top. My mind wanders to how far it goes up along her side and breast. I think back to earlier, but all I remember seeing was the nipple piercing, no memory of a tattoo.

Her little grunt of frustration draws me out of my daydream. I clear my throat and reach over her to grab the wine glass she had been reaching for. She spins in surprise, losing her balance a little, catching herself on my chest. When she gasps, her chest shifts and her breasts press into me. We stand there staring into each other's eyes. She looks like she just got out of the shower, fresh-faced with no makeup on. She is a natural beauty. Her makeup choices may add to her sexiness, but damn, no makeup Alexis takes my breath away. The urge to lean down and kiss her nearly overwhelms me. Her tongue darts out to wet her soft pink lips and I track the movement, feeling myself closing the distance to her mouth, lips slightly parted.

The sound of Marcee coming down the stairs has me stepping back, putting more than enough space for the holy spirit, as the middle school chaperones used to say. Marcee is still toweling off her hair. “Oh, yum, something smells so good, my mouth is watering.”

I chance a glance at Alexis, and she's still staring at me in a way that makes my mouth water. A haze of lust coating her features. This is going to be a long weekend.

After dinner, we make our way into the family room to watch a movie. Alexis has the remote and is flipping through the options. “There are too many choices. Finn, what’s your favorite movie?” Her brown eyes shift to me.

“Varsity Blues, all the way.”