This Place could Eat Him Alive Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

This Place could Eat Him Alive Pt. 02

... "Okay. Meet me at the coffee shop in an hour." It was not a request. I was in charge of this situation, and he could either show up or not.

When I got there, he was already sitting at a table with his coffee. He started to stand up, and then sat down again. I made brief eye contact with him, and then went to the counter for my cappuccino. Whatever he had to say that was so urgent, he'd have to wait until I had what I wanted.

I took my time getting to his table, putting the drink down, and taking off my coat. Then I looked at him, held up my hands, and said: "So?"

"God, you're really not going to make this easy, are you." He sighed. "Okay, well. I can understand that. I should have told you what was going on. I did want to see you. And I was going to get my daughter. But when I got there, her mom said Isla couldn't miss her art class, and she told me to leave. She said I couldn't just drive up there and expect to see her whenever I wanted. Even though we had agreed beforehand."

"Isn't that, I mean, don't you have a custody agreement?"

"She technically has sole custody. Because of how we split up, that I cheated on her. So I didn't really contest it. If I want to see Isla, she has to agree. And she's still upset with me."

Shit. "I'm sorry, that's difficult," I said. "I thought... well, I don't know what I thought."

"I should have told you. But I felt like a loser. Talking about being this great dad and being all excited about having her for the weekend, ...

... and then it didn't happen. I didn't know what you'd think."

"Brent, I don't question what kind of father you are. I can see how much you care about Isla. And I'm not judging you. When I saw you with Alicia, I figured, you and her, there was something..."

"Yeah," he said. "I know. She said you would think that. She wanted me to tell you right away that there was nothing going on. I guess I didn't want to get into that in public."

I sipped my cappuccino. I needed to think. Whose fault was this? How would it get fixed? But my other hand was on the table, and he gently covered it with his. I felt that electricity again, the damn attraction. I still wanted him.

"Drew, will you look at me?" he asked. Our eyes locked. I thought I might drown in that sea of pale green. "I'm not into Alicia. I'm into you. And I'd like to have you meet my daughter sometime, if you want to."

I took a sharp breath in. I hadn't realized, until he said that, how much I wanted him to introduce me to her. Maybe I'm not great with kids, but she's a part of his life, and I wanted to be part of it too. "Yes," I said. "I do want to meet her. I want to know everything about you. I want to get out of here and go back to my place."

"Just what I was thinking," he said with a smile.

Like last time, we started kissing as soon as we got inside. All of my feelings, the intensity of what had happened, were now transformed into sexual need. My hands were all over him, pulling his clothes off, squeezing ...