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Dirty Little Secret (Part 1).

Character(s): no-outbreak, age-gap!Joel Miller x fem!Reader Summary: You meet Joel Miller, the father of the bride. Word count: 1.9k A/N: Lol, I said I was gonna post this tomorrow, but I couldn't wait. I hope you guys enjoy this first part and thank you to anyone who reads this! As mentioned, idk what to call this, best friend’s fiancée’s dad!Joel x fem!reader? Lol, I feel like that's a bit complicated, but there's an age gap in this story. This is also pulled from my own experience (only the sexual tension... unfortunately nothin' happened lol🫣) Warning: age-gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in her early-30s) SERIES MASTERLIST

“So… Can you make it?”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Drew.” you tell your best friend, gently nudging his shoulder. “I just still can’t believe you’re finally settling down. I never thought I’d see the day.”

He laughs. Andrew - or Drew - has been your best friend since you were kids. You had moved into the neighborhood with your mom after she and your dad divorced and you remember how Drew and his family had welcomed you with open arms whenever your mom was too inebriated to take care of you.

Living next door to Drew and his family was a godsend to you, especially at the young age of eight. They protected you. They made you feel safe, made you feel loved. It was always a stark contrast between your home and his. Drew’s house, from the moment you stepped foot inside, always gave you the warm feeling in your belly and you always found yourself never wanting to leave, not wanting to go back home to the empty and lonely feeling that you experienced every night.

And now, over twenty years later, Drew and his family have maintained that unspoken promise to keep you safe, to protect you, and to always make sure that you were loved.

“Yeah, yeah,” Drew rolls his eyes. “What about you? When are you gonna settle down?”

Now it was your turn to laugh. You grab your wine glass and finish the last remaining liquid. “I’m not the marrying type,” you respond.

“You won’t turn out like your parents,” he says softly.

“Drew, I know,” you sigh. “I just– I don’t want to open myself up like that. It’s too scary.”

“You never know,” Drew smiles. “I thought I liked being single, being with a different woman every week or so, but Sarah…” he lets out a sigh of contentment. “She’s just– It’s been four years since we’ve been together and I think I fall more in love with her every day.”

“Okay, lover boy,” you chuckle. “We get it. You’re in love. You’re about to get married… But I agree with you. She’s the best, and she’s the only one of your girlfriends where she didn’t feel intimidated by me or our friendship.”

Drew sighs, “I know. It’s the curse of having a woman as a best friend.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “The women before Sarah were just jealous and not confident or secure in their relationship with you.”

Drew nods. “That’s true. Besides, you’re like a sister to me.” He smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Like a big sister?” You tease. “Just kidding, we’re only a year apart.”

“Yeah, and I’m the older one.”

Just as you were going to say something, Sarah steps out into the backyard and walks in your direction. You look over at Drew and smile to yourself, seeing the way his eyes light up when he sees her and how he immediately stands up to meet her half way, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, gently kissing her temple. “How’d dinner with your dad go?”

“It was good. He was asking about you. Same with Uncle Tommy.”

“Ah,” he chuckles. “They’re gonna give me shit the next time I see them, aren’t they?”

Sarah grins and you swear that you see Drew fall in love all over again with the sight of her smile. You can see her deep dimples on her cheeks and how her eyes soften and also seem to smile. It was one of the first things you noticed about her: the kind and warm look she gave you – it was the same look that Drew and his family looked at you.

“You know it. Now, let me go say hi to my girl. Can you go inside and pour me a glass of wine?”

Drew nods and kisses her cheek before he disappears inside the house. Sarah takes his seat and looks over at you, arching her brow.

“What?” you ask.

“I might have someone that is interested…” she grins.

“Sarah,” you chuckle. “You and Drew need to stop playing matchmaker. The past two blind dates I have been on have been terrible.”

“You didn’t even give it a chance,” Sarah sighs.

“You know I like older guys,” you smile. “I just don’t want to settle down. Getting married and all that doesn’t have to happen for everyone.”

“I know,” she leans against you. “I just want you to be happy.”

“And a man isn’t gonna be the answer.” You look over at her. You can see the concern on her features – that was another thing that you learned about Sarah. She wears her heart on her sleeve and whenever she gets worried about the people she cares about, her face and expressions tell it all. “I’m fine,” you reassure her. “I got you and I got Drew. That’s all I need.”

“Maybe I should set you up with my Uncle Tommy,” she teases, letting out a quiet laugh. “He’s older. Single. He needs a good woman to anchor him down.”

“And why’s that?” you smile. “Is he trouble, Sarah?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “No, he just hasn’t found someone yet.”

“Like me,” you point out.

“He’s older,” she chuckles.

“Well, your engagement party is this weekend. I’m assuming he’s gonna be there?” you tease.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” You see the light in her eyes, the excitement across her features.

“No! He’s your uncle, how weird would that be?”

“Not weird,” she laughs. “It’d be weird if it was my dad you were interested in.”

“Isn’t he like fifty?”

“More than that, fifty-six.”

Drew steps out into the backyard with two glasses of wine, one for Sarah and another refill for you.

“Is this an early celebration?” you tease.

“We just wanna celebrate with you one-on-one before the pre-wedding festivities begin. It’s gonna be a lot,” Drew replies, sitting next to Sarah and wrapping his arm around her shoulders instantly.

“Well, whatever you both need, just let me know. After all, I am your best woman,” you tell Drew.

Sarah smiles and leans against Drew, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. “It’s gonna be fun,” she adds. “But Drew’s right. It will be a lot, so this is kind of like the calm before the storm.”

“Well, cheers to that then,” you laugh, raising your glass. “Cheers to you both and cheers for what’s to come.”

You’re running late and by the time you reach Sarah dad’s house, there are so many cars that you have to park at the end of the street. You’re practically sprinting to the house, hearing the music and laughter coming from the backyard. You’re wearing a sleeveless navy blue satin dress that stops just past your knees, the thin spaghetti straps resting on your shoulders with a cowl neckline. Their engagement party is semi-formal and you can feel your feet begin to ache from the heels you’re wearing.

Your hair is in loose curls and you’re about to knock on the door when it swings open. You look up at the man, feeling your breath immediately escape you. His hair is slicked back, tinges of gray in the dark brown. You notice his beard, patchy in some areas, his plump lips begging to be kissed, but as you obviously ogle this man, you don’t realize that he’s actually speaking to you.

“Are ya lost?” his voice is deep, rough, and you just want to hear it against your ear as he’s thrusting– “Are ya here for the party?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m late. I’m Drew’s best woman–”

“Ah,” he interrupts. “You are late.”

You can’t think. The sounds of the music and laughter drown out as you stare up at this man. He’s wearing black slacks and a dark green button up with the sleeves folded to his elbows. He’s staring at you too, though, hand remaining on the doorknob as he looks at you in amusement.

“You gonna let me in or stand guard all day?” you say, trying to snap yourself out of this trance. For a split second, you forget why you’re here and all you can think about is talking to this man and having him take you up to his–

“That depends,” he smirks, the dimple on his right cheek appearing. “You gonna be polite and say please?”

You blush. You’re sure he didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but you can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger on your frame. It gives you a bit of confidence as you step up to him, inches now separating your bodies.

“Please,” you whisper.

You see his smirk falter, his jaw tighten and instead of responding, he nods and steps aside to give some space between the both of you.

“They’re in the backyard,” he adds. You step past him, looking over your shoulder at him to see that his eyes had fallen on your backside. When he looks up at you and realizes that you had caught him staring, he immediately clears his throat and points towards the driveway. “I’m just gonna–”

“Wait,” you interrupt, reaching out to rest a hand on his forearm. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Joel,” he responds. “Sarah’s dad.”

Then, he removes himself from your grasp and walks out, shutting the door behind him. You clear your throat, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. “He does not look fifty-six.” You turn on your heel, following the sound of chatter and music as you try to rid yourself of the lingering thoughts of Joel.

Joel isn’t expecting Drew’s best woman to look like you. When he opens the door and you’re standing on his doorstep in that dress, it takes every ounce of him not to look at you from top to bottom. It helps, though, that he notices you staring at him like you want him. It actually gives him confidence that a pretty thing like you is finding him attractive enough that you’re distracted enough not to hear what he’s actually saying.

But then he hears you say that you’re Drew’s best woman. It all but crushes him, crushes any ounce of hope he was holding onto that maybe at the end of the night he’d take you to his bed. You’re off limits and you’re certainly too young for him, but he can’t help himself.

He can’t help but ask you to beg and say please to come in.

And when you do, without any hesitation, he feels the blood immediately rush towards the center of his pants. When you step closer to him, Joel has to tighten his jaw and tighten the grip he has on the doorknob. It anchors him, gives him something to ground himself or else he is going to lose his resolve… quick.

When you finally step inside and walk past him, he turns just slightly to glance at your backside. The dress you’re wearing accentuates every curve while remaining modest enough, but he can’t help himself. Though, when Joel does look up, he feels embarrassed that you’ve caught him staring.

He has to step outside, has to create some distance between him and you, but then he feels your soft touch on his forearm and it causes a shiver to run down his back. After he tells you that he’s Sarah’s dad, Joel doesn’t bother to wait to see your reaction. Instead, he leaves you standing there while he steps out of his house, shutting the door behind him and shutting the door to the inappropriate thoughts that fill his mind.

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pedroscurls · 11 months ago

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Dirty Little Secret (Part 4).

Character(s): no-outbreak, age-gap!Joel Miller x fem!Reader Summary: You attend the joint bachelor and bachelorette party in Las Vegas, which gives you and Joel enough time apart to figure out the feelings that are beginning to develop. Word count: 5.7k A/N: Thank you everyone for being so patient with me. I haven't had the motivation to write up until recently, so here's to hoping that the motivation stays! (also here's the dress Reader was wearing) Warning: age-gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in her early-30s), light dirty talk, sneaking around, masturbation (joel through facetime) SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

It’s been a little over a month since you and Joel began sneaking around. He comes over to your apartment whenever he’s finished with work. It’s easier for him to be at your apartment than for you to be at his house; there’s less of a chance of being caught since Sarah and Drew rarely stop by at your apartment unannounced.

The joint bachelor and bachelorette party is this weekend and while you’re excited to celebrate with Sarah, Drew, and the rest of the bridal party and groomsmen, you’d rather spend your weekend with Joel. It starts to scare you how much you enjoy his presence and how often he’s staying the night at your apartment. You try to tell yourself not to get too attached because this “relationship” you’ve started with him was never meant to be permanent.

After all, you and Joel are just having fun. This isn’t meant to turn serious, but the more you spend time with him, the more you feel the butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach. Joel makes you feel like you never have before and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the sex or if it’s because there’s something deeper that you’re beginning to feel for him.

Whenever you’re alone, you continue to tell yourself that you’re not meant to settle down. Marriage and commitment isn’t something you want and you’re sure Joel isn’t interested in it either – especially not with someone of your age.

You’re packing your luggage when you hear the sound of a knock. Standing from the floor, you walk towards your door and open it to find Joel with a bag of food and a small grin on his face. You look at the time and realize that he probably finished work early, but before you can even speak, Joel steps in and wraps an arm around your waist. He dips down to peck your lips and sighs contentedly.

This has become a routine. He comes by after work, pulls you into his arms, gives you a gentle kiss, and exhales a breath that tells you he’s relieved to be here with you. It makes the butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach and you can’t help but lean into him and hold onto his broad frame.

“Hi,” you finally say.

“Hey, darlin’,” Joel says, pulling away from you to remove his boots and shut your door behind him.

“Whatcha got there?” you smile, pointing to the bag he’s holding.

“Burgers and fries.”

You let out a groan and pull on his arm, leading him towards your kitchen. “Yes,” you laugh. “You read my mind.”

“I just know what you like,” he winks. Joel sits down and pulls you onto his lap, an arm draped around your waist as your arm snakes around his shoulders. He finds that he loves being around you, loves the way you make him feel; there’s an excitement that he feels whenever he’s around you and the more he spends time with you, the more Joel begins to feel that there’s something more to this. He doesn’t know how you feel, but Joel realizes that he wants more of this, more of you; he hasn’t felt this happy in so long, but it also scares him. After Sarah’s mom and a handful of other failed relationships, Joel made a promise to himself that settling down or even getting into a serious relationship was no longer in the cards for him. But you… You came out of nowhere and Joel constantly is thinking about you whenever he’s not with you. It’s daunting and overwhelming when he realizes that the feelings he has for you are much more serious than he had planned for.

He has to tell himself that whatever’s going on between the both of you has an expiration date. Once the wedding is over so will be your relationship with him. Joel tries to keep this relationship purely just sex, but something shifted in the last month. He’s spending more and more nights at your apartment and he’s coming by more often too. Joel tries to convince himself that the sex is the reason why he keeps coming back, but that’s only part of it… And Joel isn’t yet ready to admit to himself that this can be something deeper than either of you expected.

“So,” you say, pulling Joel from his thoughts. “The joint bachelor and bachelorette party is next weekend.”

“Hm,” he mumbles, looking up at you. “You excited?”

“I am, actually. It’ll be nice to just getaway.”

“From me?” Joel asks, teasingly.

You roll your eyes. “I will miss you.”

Joel grins and the feeling in the pit of his stomach doesn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah?”

You nod, leaning in to peck his lips lightly. “What am I gonna do without you?” you sigh teasingly. “All those clubs and bars we’re gonna go to, all the drinks and dancing…”

Joel’s eyes narrow and suddenly, he feels jealous. It creeps slowly, but all he can think about now is the amount of men that most likely will be throwing themselves at you. It’s hard not to think about the possibility of you dancing with another man, taking someone back to your hotel room, having a night of fun with someone other than him. It angers him and it only makes the feelings he has for you even stronger. This isn’t supposed to be serious, but why is he getting jealous and upset over something that you have every right to do if you wanted?

“Hm,” Joel repeats.

“I’m just kidding,” you reply, taking note of the shift in his demeanor. “You know I’m joking, right?”

Joel shrugs and takes a bite of his burger, looking up at you and trying to mask and cover what he was truly feeling. “I know,” he mumbles, swallowing his food. “‘Sides, we ain’t officially together. You can do whatever you’d like, darlin’.” It pains him to say it, pains him to actually see the disappointment in your features, pains him when you get up from his lap to walk into the kitchen. He knows he upset you with his response, but Joel forces himself to stay seated, forces himself not to address the obvious tension that now lingers in the air.

He wonders, by your reaction, if you’re feeling the same way he is. While it does excite him to know that you might possibly have the same feelings, it also scares him because Joel knows this can’t be more than it is now.

You fill up a glass of water for yourself, back turned to Joel, as you think about what he just said. It shouldn’t bother you this much, but it does. It reminds you that the feelings that were beginning to stir inside of you are only one-sided. Joel doesn’t want a serious relationship with someone as young as you, someone as damaged as you.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and lets out a quiet sigh. He stands from the table and walks over in your direction, arms slowly wrapping around your waist. He feels you stiffen momentarily before you lean back against him. Joel finds that he loves having you in his arms, loves the way you lean into him, loves the way you fit perfectly against him.

“I will miss you too, darlin’,” he whispers into your ear, gently placing light kisses along the side of your neck. “But I’ll be right here when you get back.”

You shut your eyes and sigh quietly, moving your hands to rest on his forearms. You try to push your feelings down, try and forget the possibility that this could be something more, and you turn around in his arms to look up at him. “What will you do without me?” you tease, biting your lower lip.

Joel smiles, linking his hands together at your lower back. “Be miserable, I suppose.”

“So dramatic,” you giggle, moving your hands to his hair and playing with the curls at his nape. You notice that his hair has gotten just a tad bit longer than when you first met him and it gives you more of a reason to run your fingers through it.

“Would it be okay if we just have a quiet night?” Joel asks. “Work was exhausting and–”

“You think I’m only using you for your body?” you gasp, feigning a shocked look on your face. “I mean, that’s a huge plus, but I like having you around.”

“Oh, I do like the sound of that, darlin’.”

You smile and lean up to peck his lips. “So, does that mean we get to cuddle?”

Joel nods. “Cuddle and a movie?” he suggests.

“You spoil me,” you laugh. “You bring me food, ask to cuddle and watch a movie? You sure you’re real?”

Joel chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You deserve the best, darlin’. Come on.” He pulls away and takes your hand, leading you towards your living room. He sits on the couch and props his feet on your coffee table, patting the spot next to him.

You grin and join him instantly, curling against his side as you bring your legs underneath you on the couch. You lean into him and Joel grabs your throw blanket and drapes it over both of your lower halves. Joel turns on the television and puts on some random movie because he knows that as soon as the movie starts, you’re gonna start to fall asleep, especially when you’re as comfortable as you are now.

Your arm is draped over his midsection and your cheek resting against his shoulder. Moments like this make you feel calm, make you feel safe and it’s really only when Joel spends the night that you actually get some rest. You find that his presence is soothing, but you know that you can’t tell him that.

“You gonna fall asleep, ain’t ya?” Joel whispers.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head. “I’m just really comfy.”

Joel doesn’t respond, but he smiles. He looks down at you as his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you closer. He sees your eyes slowly begin to close and he finds himself just getting lost in this moment. He had a stressful day at work, but the entire day, he just couldn’t wait to see you.

You have become the best part of his day, whether he sees you or not. You will either give him a call or a text just to let him know that you’re thinking of him and it makes him feel so special that sometimes he can’t even put into words the feelings you give him.

“Okay,” you mumble, “I might fall asleep.” You move to lie down, resting your head on his lap and Joel lets out a soft chuckle. He gently brushes your hair away from your face as he stares down at you, gently tapping the tip of your nose.

“Wanna head to bed?” Joel asks.

You shake your head and grab his hand, bringing it to your chest as your eyes remain shut. “I’m comfy here.”

Joel smiles to himself and nods, lacing his fingers with yours as you held his hand against your chest. Slowly as the minutes pass, you fall further and further into a deep slumber and Joel lets out a contented sigh. He looks around your apartment and bites his lower lip. This gives him a lot to think about and now that you’re going to be away for the weekend, Joel hopes that he has a better understanding of his feelings for you.

—

A few days later and Joel’s getting ready to leave your apartment. He sees your luggage near the door and after an eventful past couple of days with you - and also you giving him a show of what you were going to wear while in Las Vegas - he feels a heaviness that settles in the pit of his stomach. He knows that you are only going to be gone for the weekend, but a lot can happen in two days… and a lot can happen while in Las Vegas.

“Text me when you get there?” Joel says, pulling you into his arms.

“Of course,” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“I mean, can you be here in my apartment when I get back?”

Joel bites his lower lip and he sees you grab an extra set of keys. Before it can even register in his mind, you’re handing him the keys and the hopeful look in your eyes captures his attention instantly. “Sure,” he responds. “I’ll be here, baby.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. This almost feels like it’s a glimpse into the inevitable goodbye that you and Joel will have to do when all of the wedding festivities are over. You hold onto him a little bit longer and you feel Joel tighten his grip around your waist too.

“You gonna be a good girl while you’re out there?” he teases, letting out a quiet chuckle.

You narrow your eyes at him and tilt your head. “If I’m not?”

Joel licks his lower lip and smirks. “Then I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“Tease,” you smile, kissing his cheek. “Yes, I’ll be good. Just for you.”

Joel grins. “That’s what I like to hear.” He holds you closer to him and lets out a quiet sigh, pressing his lips into your hair and shutting his eyes. “I better get goin’ then, darlin’.”

You nod and pull away slowly, looking up into his eyes. “Yeah, me too. I’m meeting everyone at the airport.”

Joel nods and kisses your forehead. “Alright, darlin’. I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“I’ll let you know when we land.”

“Have fun, baby.” Joel pulls away and reaches out for your door knob, turning it slowly as he looks over at you from top to bottom. He smiles to himself and opens the door. “But not too much fun, okay?”

“I’m all yours,” you tell him quietly.

Joel hears that and he smiles to himself, reaching out for you to pull you back into his arms. “All mine, huh?”

You nod and look up at him, biting your lower lip. “All yours.”

“Good,” Joel says, moving a hand down to grasp your backside. He squeezes it and watches as you let out a quiet gasp, hands moving to rest on his chest. He pecks your lips again and then pulls away. “If I don’t leave now, I ain’t ever going to.”

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

Joel chuckles. “But you need to be at the airport, darlin’.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I’ll see you in a few days, Joel.”

“See ya, baby.”

—

You land in Las Vegas, feeling the dry air hit you instantly. It’s so dry and it’s so hot, but all you can even think about is getting to your hotel room and giving Joel a call. You sent him a text once you landed to let him know that you and the rest of the party landed and he had responded with a thumbs up emoji.

Drew and Sarah are hand in hand as you all enter the hotel, watching them check the party in. You lean against the wall and let out a quiet sigh, pulling your phone out to see that Joel had sent you another text asking if you could give him a call when you got the chance. You notice the way the excitement settles in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you get to speak with him soon.

Once Drew and Sarah check in, he hands you all your own key card and tells you all to get some rest before the festivities of tonight. They have the entire night planned and you know that you need as much rest as you can. You hug Drew and Sarah before going to your room and setting your luggage near the bed. Lying back on the bed, you grab your phone and dial Joel’s number almost instantly.

He picks up after the second ring and you can hear him shuffling in the background, like he’s walking barefoot in his home.

“Hey, darlin’,” he says.

“I’m in Vegas and it’s so hot,” you sigh, draping an arm over your eyes.

Joel chuckles and it makes you smile. “How was the flight?”

“Not too bad. Kept thinking about you though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “It’s hard not to, if I’m being honest.” You bite your lower lip, imagining that Joel’s lying down next to you and with the phone pressed against your ear, it’s almost as if he’s right there. With you. Close to you.

“Been thinkin’ about you too, darlin’.”

Your stomach flips and you turn onto your stomach, burying your face against the pillow as you’re smiling so big. You can’t even think about tonight because all you want to do is stay on the phone with Joel.

“Why ya mumblin’?” Joel chuckles. “S’that so surprising? That I’m thinkin’ about you?”

“A bit,” you reply honestly. “I’m just–” you sigh. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s why I’m thinkin’ about you. Because you’re you.”

“I’m not that special.”

Joel lets out a sigh. He wants to tell you that you’re so special that he thinks about you all the time, that whenever he isn’t with you, he’s counting down the minutes until he gets to be with you again, that you’re so special that ever since he’s met you, he’s thinking of so many other ways to be with you.

And he wants to be with you, more than you even know.

“Guess that’s a conversation to have in person,” Joel finally responds. “What d’ya have planned for tonight?”

“Drew and Sarah have the whole trip planned,” you reply. “But it sounds like there's going to be a lot of clubs, so they told me to get as much rest as I can.”

Joel tightens his jaw. All he can imagine is what you’ll be wearing, how beautiful you’ll look, and how he won’t be able to be there to see it in person. As he thinks about tonight, he can’t help the jealousy that begins to bubble inside of him again. He knows that there will be men trying to talk to you, trying to dance with you, trying to buy you drinks… And he also can’t help but think about the possibility of you bringing someone back to your hotel room. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous, shouldn’t feel this territorial over you, but Joel’s starting to realize that he likes you. A lot.

“Doesn’t sound like my kind of party,” Joel chuckles. “I hope you have fun though, baby.”

“I’d rather be spending tonight with you,” you sigh. “As much as I love going out and dancing, I’m starting to enjoy our quiet nights in.”

Joel can’t help but smile. It makes him wonder if you feel the same way; it gives him hope that maybe this could work. “Me too. I’d rather you be here too.”

“Do you wanna see what I’ll be wearing tonight?” you ask, biting your lower lip.

“That depends,” Joel chuckles. “Is it gonna make me want to rip it off of you?”

You whimper. “Joel…”

“What? M’being serious, darlin’.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll just describe it…”

Joel tsks and lets out a quiet chuckle. “Nuh uh. You’re sending me a picture of what you’ll be wearing tonight. Maybe FaceTime me while you’re getting ready?”

You blush and turn on your back, feeling the butterflies swarm in your belly. “You just wanna see me.”

“I do,” Joel answers honestly. “Will that be okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” you smile. “I’d like to see you before I go out tonight.”

“So, FaceTime me while you’re getting ready?” Joel repeats.

“Yes, sir,” you grin.

Joel lets out a quiet groan that shoots straight to your core. All you can imagine is that sound against your ear as he’s thrusting into you. “Y’know what you’re doin’, don’t ya?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Naughty,” he growls. “I’ll let you get some rest, but I’ll talk to you in a few hours.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, baby,” Joel chuckles. “You’re gonna pay for that when you get back.”

“Promise?”

“Hell yeah, it’s a promise.”

—

You’re woken up to the sound of your phone buzzing. You sit up from the bed and rub your eyes, seeing the unread text messages from Drew and Sarah – they had sent a list of clubs that they wanted to check out that night. It looked like it was going to be a lot of fun, a lot of dancing and drinking, but your mind lingered on Joel.

You stand from the bed to grab the red dress that you were going to wear tonight. You set it on the bed and take a photo of it, sending it to Joel before you go to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It only lasts for fifteen minutes and once you step out, a towel wrapped around your frame and hair dripping on your back, you hear your phone ring.

Leaving the bathroom and walking back into your room, you pick up your phone and see the countless text messages from Joel and a couple of missed calls. Laughing quietly to yourself, you answer your phone and see Joel’s face appear on the screen.

“Been callin’ you.”

“I was in the shower.”

“And you were supposed to call me while you’re getting ready,” Joel chuckles.

“That included my shower?”

“Especially your shower.”

You smile to yourself and walk back to the bathroom. You set your phone down on the counter and smile at the sight of Joel. You can tell that he’s staring at you, trying to get a glimpse of something more than just you in your towel.

“Did you see the dress?”

“Oh, I saw it.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’d like to see you in it.”

You chuckle and comb your hair back away from your face, turning your phone to lie back as the screen now shows the ceiling of your bathroom.

“Where d’ya go?” Joel asks.

“Putting on my bra and underwear.”

“Can I see?”

You feel a blush appear along your cheeks and turn the camera to face you. Joel lets out a quiet groan at the sight of you, completely bare.

“Well, fuck,” Joel finally says. “You are just–”

“Wish you were here,” you interrupt, pulling on your black lace panties and matching bra. You can hear Joel protest when you cover yourself, but he’s still looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. It makes you feel so special and you wish you could just reach out for him.

“I wish I was there too, darlin’.” Joel smiles to himself, completely enamored with watching you get ready. He knows that your attention is elsewhere, but he finds that he likes this, likes being able to see you in your own element.

It gets loud when you turn on the hair dryer, but Joel doesn’t mind. He sees your hips sway and it looks like you’re singing to yourself, the sound of the hair dryer drowning it out. He can’t help but notice the feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach like always.

And when you finish with your hair dryer, Joel watches you look over in his direction. Your eyes meet through the screen and Joel wants to blurt out how much you mean to him, how much he can’t wait until you’re back.

But he doesn’t.

You take your phone and bring it to the room, setting it against the television as you begin to pull on the red dress. It’s casual, but it’s a single strap that rests on one shoulder. The dress is completely fitted and shapes your curves, but what catches Joel’s eye is the way the top of your dress is cutout at the waist, revealing part of your abdomen. He also sees the thigh-high side slit and it literally excites him, his manhood stirring awake at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” You ask, taking him out of his trance. “Is it too much?”

“You look fuckin’ incredible.” Joel reaches down to readjust himself and he sees you catch him, the subtle movement of his hand moving down and away from the front facing camera.

“Did you just–”

“Shush,” Joel interrupts. “I can’t help it. You just look amazing.”

“Are you going to…” You begin, pointing downwards.

“What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t know,” he replies, teasingly. “Am I going to what, baby?”

“Touch yourself?”

“Ya want me to?”

You nod, biting your lower lip as you reach for the phone to bring it closer to you. “If you want. I mean, I’d like to see you–”

Joel interrupts you by undoing the buckle of his belt. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Now it’s your turn to watch. He sets his phone down on his nightstand, adjusting it so that you can get a clear view of him. He’s sitting on his bed, leaning back against the headframe as he shimmies out of his jeans and boxers. You gasp at the sight of his erected manhood and Joel reaches down to grasp himself, eyes falling shut.

“Talk to me,” Joel mumbles, tugging on his length.

“You look–” you bite your lower lip, eyes averting between the movement of him stroking his member and with the look on his face. It’s something you’ll have to commit to memory, how he’s touching himself at the thought of you. You watch as Joel tilts his head back, giving you a clear view of his exposed neck down to the shirt that he’s wearing, so tight around his arms, muscles flexing as he continues to stroke himself.

“I wish I was on top of you,” you finally say, licking your lips. “Riding you…”

“Fuck,” Joel growls, tightening his grip further around his length. All he can think about is you, all he can see is you. Even behind his closed eyelids, you’re all he can imagine. On top of him. Rolling your hips. Feeling your walls tighten around his manhood, milking him with each movement. It’s enough to bring him closer and closer to the edge; his hand isn’t the same, but this will have to do.

Until you get back home.

Until you’re back with him.

“I wish you could feel how wet I’m getting,” you tell him, seeing his hand quicken its pace. You can tell he’s close, can tell that he won’t be able to last any longer, especially when he opens his eyes and stares straight at you through the screen. His jaw is slack, lips parted slightly, and continuous groans leaving his lips.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles, his eyes taking in your frame and noticing how your eyes stay solely focused on him and his movements. Joel’s never done this before, never has had someone watch him jerk off, but it excites him. It excites him so much just from the way you’re looking at him, the want and desire filling your eyes. It excites him enough to send him over the edge.

“Come for me, Joel,” you whisper quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

That’s all it took. He tries to cover his tip, but he just makes a mess of his release, seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Joel’s entire body shudders because he loves the way you say his name just as much as he loves the look you always give him. He tugs on his length a couple of more times before leaning back against the bed frame, breaths coming in heavily as he stares at you with a lopsided smirk.

“I made a mess,” he chuckles.

“Wish I was there to clean it up.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at you through the screen. “Naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

You watch Joel get up from bed, clad in only his t-shirt as he disappears from view. You assume it’s so that he can clean himself up and your phone quietly notifies you of a text message from Sarah and Drew. They’re leaving soon and you’re supposed to meet up with them in about half an hour. You don’t want to get off the phone with Joel, but once he comes back into view, he picks up the phone and smiles at you.

“You really do look beautiful, darlin’.”

“Not too much?” you repeat.

“Not at all, baby. I’m a tad bit jealous that other people are gonna get to see you like this. In person.”

“I can wear it for you when I get back.”

“Oh, I’d like that very much, darlin’.”

You smile, biting your lower lip as your heart soars at the sight of him. The feeling you have for Joel is something you’ve never experienced and you have to wonder if this is what Sarah and Drew feel for each other. It can’t be possible, though, that maybe you’re falling in love with him.

With Joel.

With one of your best friend’s dad.

“I better get going, Joel.”

He nods, but you notice the way disappointment flashes across his features briefly. “Be safe, baby.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to give you a call when I get back to my hotel room, but I promise I’ll try.”

“Sounds good, darlin’.” Joel wants to tell you to have fun, but not too much fun. He wants to tell you not to get too crazy, not to allow dirtbags to get in your space, to keep your guard up, aware of your surroundings, but he doesn’t. He keeps his mouth shut. Joel sees your smile before you say bye and when the call finally ends, Joel sighs. He feels an emptiness settle in his chest; he thought that having you away for a few days would help him figure out his feelings for you, but instead, it’s doing the opposite. It’s making him more confused, more scared because deep down, Joel already knows how he feels about you.

Part of him just hopes that he has the courage to tell you.

And he hopes that you at least feel the same way.

—

The entire weekend in Las Vegas passed all too quickly. You can’t even remember everything that you did; you just remember a lot of drinking and a lot of dancing. Despite all the fun you did have, you just couldn’t wait to get back home. To Joel.

You’re groggy and exhausted by the time you walk up to your front door. There’s still a lingering hangover and you just want to be in bed, in Joel’s arms, and sleep for a few days. You’re hopeful that Joel will be at your apartment like you asked him to, so when you unlock the door and open it quietly, you can faintly hear the television.

“Joel?” you call out, dropping your luggage near the door and removing your shoes.

You hear his footsteps approach you and you let out a quiet exhale. Turning around, you see him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile lining his lips.

“You’re alive.”

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, trying to hold in your excitement at the sight of him. It was only a few days and yet, you were missing him every second. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face against him, inhaling his scent and reveling in the feel of his muscles when his strong arms snake around your waist.

“I’m exhausted,” you mumble.

“You look it,” Joel chuckles.

You pull away just enough and gently smack his chest. “Mean.”

Joel smirks and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and to your bedroom. Without hesitation, he scoops you up into his arms and lays you back on your mattress. You stare up at him, arm wrapping around his shoulders and hand playing with the hair at his nape.

When he lays you back, you pull him down with you and Joel settles between your legs, arms resting at either side of you. You can feel his weight on top of you and it brings you comfort, blankets you in safety and security; this is where you belong. With Joel.

“Thank you for being here when I got back,” you say, arms snaking around his shoulders as you play with his curls.

“You asked me to be here, so…” Joel smiles. “Here I am.”

You look down at him and gently peck his lips. It’s odd how comforting this is, how safe you feel, how you’re beginning to yearn for more moments like this.

“Missed you,” you whisper, beginning to run your fingers through his hair. Your eyes slowly fall shut, feeling Joel’s cheek rest against your chest.

“Missed ya too, baby.” Joel responds, looking up at you. “Wanna take a nap, darlin’?”

You nod and feel him get off of you to lie next to you instead. You turn on your side and Joel curls up right behind you, arm draped over your waist and tugging you flush against him. He places soft kisses along the back of your shoulder before he buries his face against the side of your neck.

“I can get used to this,” you whisper as you slowly begin to fall asleep.

Joel nods against you and all he can think about is having more days like this, more moments spent with you, and he wants so badly to tell you how he feels. Seeing you run up to him, the smile on your face, it gives him a warm sensation in the pit of his belly.

The brief time away from you just confirmed his feelings for you, but he knows that it can’t be more than what it is. Joel doesn’t deserve you, but he can’t find it within him to pull away, to distance himself from you. He knows holding onto you for as long as he can will inevitably break his heart, but he would rather have you this way than not have you at all.

“Me too,” he finally replies, placing one more kiss on your shoulder before he allows himself to sleep as well.

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