A Best Friend's Father, Age-Gap Romance
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It may be cold outside, but inside, the temperature is rising.
When grad student Kevin Taggert goes home with his best friend for Thanksgiving, the last thing he expects is to drool over the guy’s dad.
Forty-eight-year-old Drew Freeman would love a relationship, but he never expected to find it with his son’s best friend.
When a last-minute change of plans leaves Drew and Kevin alone in a cabin the week before Christmas, the heat between them is too much to deny.
Although they promise it’ll only last the week, every day that passes brings them closer together. When Christmas Day arrives—along with Drew’s son—can they salvage the relationship and the holiday?
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Several hours flew by in a haze of easy conversation and great beer. Kevin found himself forgetting he was hanging out with his friend’s dad and not a guy he was getting to know. He forced himself not to reach out and touch Drew’s arm or knee. To keep his physical distance—at least as much as he could in a crowded bar that forced him to lean in to be heard, and the small tables and people crowding around them meant their chairs were close.
At one point, Drew shook his head. “I keep forgetting you’re a friend of Jason’s. I mean, I’ve heard so much about you over the years, but … somehow it’s different putting a face to the name.”
“Better, I hope.”
“Definitely.” They shared a smile.
“I keep forgetting too,” Kevin admitted. “That you’re Jason’s dad, I mean.”
READ MORE“Because I have the maturity level of a college student?” he said dryly as he rubbed his beard. “I know it’s not that I look that young. There’s a bit too much silver these days for that.”
“No, neither,” Kevin said with a laugh. “Wait, that didn’t come out right.”
Drew clutched his heart. “Ouch.”
“No.” Kevin laughed again. “Seriously, that did not come out right. You look great for your age.”
Drew raised an eyebrow. “I hate to tell you this, but you’re not making this any better.”
“Shit. What I mean to say is you look great, Drew.”
“That’s better.” He leaned in. “And thanks. So do you.”
God, was that heat in his eyes? Kevin certainly felt warm at the moment, and he desperately, desperately wanted to see how much hotter it could get between them. Because if Drew was flirting with him—if he wasn’t just imagining things—oh, God, this would be good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a date he’d enjoyed so much. Not that this was a date, but if it had been … oh, yeah.
This was the kind of night where there would have been a kiss on the sidewalk outside of the brewery. Making out in the car. Someone getting shoved up against a door as they ground together, desperately trying to get closer. Someone—hopefully him—bent over a bed and fucked until he came screaming to a mind-blowing and desperate orgasm. His groin tightened at the thought, and he was suddenly aware of the way their legs were tangled under the small table.
Drew licked his lips. Kevin did too.
Drew leaned in. Kevin did too. His head swam a little from the beer and the energy between them, and he thought maybe, just maybe, Drew was feeling this too. Which was crazy but …
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