My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

A few hours had passed since we freshened up and changed into new clothes, and ended up in Jacob's room.

Currently, I was occupied. Really very occupied in admiring the masterpiece beneath me, as I sat astride him, my legs on either side, taking in the mesmerising sight of his tattoos.

They adorned his chest and extended down his arm, a tapestry of intricate details that I traced with the pads of my fingers. It was as breathtaking as he was.

He slid his hand beneath the fabric of my oversized t-shirt, his fingers gently grazing my bare waist, just a few inches above the waistband of my shorts. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he traced patterns against my skin before firmly resting his hands on either side of my hips.

He knew what he was doing!

"You didn't have so many tattoos back five years ago," I mumbled.

"Yeah, I've collected them over the years," he replied.

"This dragon on your chest, you have had it from the start," I said pointing at his chest before sliding my hand to his muscular arm, "But this lion on your arm is new. And the sword too."

I observed the problematic designs on his chest and arm, tracing them with my finger. My gaze fell upon a particular tattoo, a moon-shaped one on the right side of his chest. Something about its shape seemed off, resembling the letter 'C.'

"But this moon looks very weirdly shaped," I poked at the tattoo, "It almost looks like a 'C. Does it stand for someone's initial?" I spoke out the thoughts in my mind.

Of course, my curiosity had got the best of me and I would be lying if I said there wasn't a tinge bit of jealousy involved in it too.

He stiffened, hesitation flickering in his green eyes. "It means nothing, maybe the artist didn't shape it properly," he deflected.

I sensed his discomfort and decided not to press further. I let the topic slide," Oh," and his body visibly relaxed beneath me.

A few moments passed as I studied his tattoos once again, taking my time as I found them utterly captivating and truly the most interesting thing in this world.

God, everything looked so fucking good on him. I bet he could wrap plastic and I'd still praise him, that's how crazy I was about him.

"By the way, you have a sharp memory, huh?" Jacob chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me properly, "Then why are your maths marks still so poor?" Damn him! Why did he have to bring up maths?

He seemed to relish teasing me, enjoying the opportunity to embarrass me.

"Dad spilled the beans about my marks, didn't he?" I raised an eyebrow, my irritation turning into a mischievous smirk.

Oh, he's in for a surprise when he arrives.

I was so fucking sure that I am going to give him a near-death experience today.

"Let's just say, he may have hinted at it," Jacob replied with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Seriously, Jacob, spare me your mind-bending riddles," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "For fuck's sake!"

Jacob's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned closer, his fingertips gently tracing the outline of my bottom lip. "You curse a lot, Evelyn," he murmured, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I might just have to tame that pretty mouth of yours."

His innuendo was crystal clear, causing a rush of warmth to flood my cheeks.

Dammit, Evelyn! Don't let him see how he's already wrapped you around his finger.

Don't blush!

"I thought you were only interested in my maths skills," I retorted, pushing him back onto the bed. "How did your interests take such a turn so fast?"

"Just like your interest shifted from me to Mason." He smirked.

Fuck his slyness!

And Fuck him too....I was going to do that anyway.

Evelyn! Get your act together.

"For your information, my interest never shifted," I retorted, "Mason's gay."

Surprise instantly crossed his face. "What?"

Now it was my turn to smirk. "Yes, and do you know why we staged the whole 'Mason being my boyfriend' charade?" I trailed my index finger along his jawline. "It was to expose your true colours, to reveal the wolf in sheep's clothing, and to make you take advantage of me," I burst into laughter.

However, my laughter was put to an end quickly as Jacob flipped us without any warning.

I let out a startled gasp, finding myself on the bed with him hovering over me.

"I'm far from being a saint, Evelyn," his voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "I've been fighting my desires because I know, deep down, that whatever's brewing between us won't end well for either of us." A shiver travelled down my spine as his lips brushed against mine, teasingly close.

"But can anything truly stop me now? No, not even the heavens themselves can keep me from having you, no matter how catastrophic the aftermath might be."

Seizing the moment, I swiftly shifted our positions, straddling him once more. "I hope you're ready to back up those words, because I'll be eagerly waiting to see what you're capable of." Resting my hands on his chest, I leaned in for a kiss, but just as he leaned closer, I pulled away, unable to contain a mischievous giggle at the sight of his slightly furrowed brow.

"What was that?" he asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"You've kept me waiting long enough, so a little taste of your own medicine seemed fitting," I laughed, playfully pecking his cheek.

"Evil woman," he muttered under his breath, to which I responded with another burst of laughter.

"Thanks for the compliment. Now, may I ask about the story behind those scars on your hand?" I pointed to the scattered marks on his left hand. They did not look too old, nor did they look too mild to fade away soon.

"Nothing serious, It was just a small accident a few years back," he replied, his words lacking conviction.

Yet, there was an undeniable hesitation in his voice that suggested he was hiding something. What was he keeping from me?

Before I could inquire further, the sound of cars pulling up in the parking area caught my attention.

Everyone has arrived? Fuck man, Why couldn't they arrive a bit later?

"Seems like they've arrived," Jacob whispered, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on my waist as he sat up. "I have to go, Evelyn. Because the first thing Samuel and Clara are going to do is to meet you, and they shouldn't find us in this compromising position, should they?" He delicately tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," I cupped his face, drawing him into a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, and I took the opportunity to deepen the connection, savouring the moment.

Pressing my forehead against his, my breath still heavy, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Goodbye."

A smile played on Jacob's captivating face as well. "See you... soon."