THAT ass was made for my dick.
Teagan Mathews paused with his armload of pizzas. The ass in question was hugged by a pair of perfectly slung Aéropostale jeans and stuck out proudly from the rear door of a gold Honda Accord. Upturned just a little like it was admiring the gorgeous day, it swaggered with inviting confidence.
Moving-in day was turning out to be quite fortuitous so far.
Just as Teagan approached, intent on casually accidentally/on purpose hip checking that perfect posterior and then inviting its owner to partake of pizza and beer, the owner of said ass emerged from the back seat.
“There you go, princess. All buckled in.”
Teagan veered, hopeful that the man hadn’t noticed his abrupt change in direction. Suddenly, moving day was a real downer. “Daddy” was one word that was a major deal breaker for Teagan, unless preceded by the words “Spank me harder, please.”
Was it ever too bad, though. The owner of that hot ass turned and smiled a radiant smile that lit up his whole face. Dude was almost as big as Teagan, probably close to six feet. Sunshine glinted on sandy waves of tousled hair, and the thin cotton of the man’s shirt caressed a set of firm pectoral muscles that begged to be drizzled in chocolate sauce and licked into submission.
Teagan’s toe hit a curb, and he winced. Between the stack of Papa John’s in his grip and his attempt to ogle the DILF without being obvious, he was narrowly saved from a face-plant by his friend Joel. Or rather, Joel saved the pizzas.
“There you are, buddy. We were wondering when you’d get back with the grub. Get beer too?”
Teagan sighed. “Joel, you guys are killing me. The whole point of asking friends to help move is to save money, remember? I just bought a new place, and you guys want me to get you drunk?”
For reasons he couldn’t quite put a finger on, Teagan’s gaze slid back to the parking lot, where Hot Dad was folding himself up behind the wheel of his car, laughter all over his face. So the guy had spotted Teagan’s little curbside fumble? Great.
Joel slung a beefy arm around Teagan’s shoulders. “No worries! Dan’s bringing another case on his way back from gassing up the truck.”
He should have seen this coming. Teagan rubbed at a sudden throb over his eyebrow. “Think you cheap beer swilling goons can manage not to trash my new townhouse the first weekend I’m here? I’d like the ink to be dry on the closing, at least.”
Joel offered a wicked grin. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
Laughter floated toward Teagan as the gold Honda Accord backed out of its parking space. He turned just in time to see the handsome blond at the wheel smile and wave as he pulled out of the parking lot.