Page 8 of Finding His Silver Fox Daddy

“Uh-huh, and . . . ?” I encouraged.

Jack had started eating, but I was lapping him. He was only on his third bite of salmon. “After the class was over, I hydrated—of course—then headed to the locker rooms.”

I raised one corner of my mouth, my mirth apparent.

He grinned back. “Yeah, yeah, you can guess where this is going. I was the only man in a group of women, so the locker room was pretty much empty when I entered. Except when he came in only seconds later.” He chewed a bite of asparagus then sipped his water before continuing. “Julian came in right after me, and his locker was next to mine. We made the requisite small talk, and I was still clueless, but he put the possibility of any platonic relationship to bed right then.”

I furrowed my brow, trying to imagine what he could’ve done to do so. “How?”

Jack squirmed in his seat, an odd motion for the massive six-foot-five man in front of me. “He leaned in until our lips were inches away—which was a feat, since he’s several inches shorter than me—and whispered, ‘Wanna fuck?’ And holy shit . . . in that instant, I knew I did.”

I gaped again. “Just like that?”

He nodded, swallowing his water. “Just like that.”

I hated to interrupt this story, but I had to know. “But you’ve never been attracted to guys before?”

He shook his head. “Up to that point, no. I never realized I found guys attractive until him. But now, the floodgates have sort of opened.” His sheepish grin was endearing, and if he’d been the type to blush, his cheeks definitely would’ve been red.

I slumped back in my chair, food momentarily forgotten. “So how . . . I mean . . . you just fucked him right then and there? In the goddamn locker room?”

Jack’s shit-eating grin was blinding. “Oh, hell yeah. I yanked him to me, devoured his mouth, then shoved him into a shower. We barely had the curtain closed before we were tearing each other’s clothes off and reaching for a condom and the lube.”

I knew he’d carried a condom in his wallet since before he’d lost his virginity as a teenager, but . . . “You had lube?”

“He did.” Jack huffed out a laugh. “Apparently, that wasn’t his first locker room fuck.”

“Okay, that’s kinda . . . hot.”

This time, his laugh was boisterous and loud. “Hell yeah, it was.”

I had to ask, though I leaned in, keeping my voice low. “So how was your first time fucking a man?”

“Shit, Henry, it was goddamn amazing. I got to watch as he opened himself up for me, his sweat turning me the hell on . . .” Yeah, we had no conversation boundaries in our friendship. Thank fuck we were a good distance away from any other restaurant patrons and Jai Lin was on the other side of the room behind the bar. “And damn, sinking into him was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Well, now I’m jealous.”

He instantly sobered. “Still having trouble finding someone to share your bed?”

I shook my head. “Nope, finish your story first. How did you go from a one-night stand to a relationship?”

“Lots of begging. I didn’t even know his name until after we were done with the hottest shower ever, but I begged him for his number until he relented. He made me sweat it out a few days afterward, but to hear him tell it, my persistence and stamina closed the deal.”

“Okay, that’s where I draw the line. I don’t need to hear about your stamina.”

“That’s the line?” He snickered, tucking into his food with intention this time. “So now it’s time to talk about you. Anyone new in your life?”

I sighed, my shoulders slumping. “Not really. Unless you count a new camboy I stumbled onto the other night.”

His eyes widened. “Ooo, juicy! Tell me all about him.”

I chewed and swallowed my final bite of broccoli. Couldn’t be entirely unhealthy tonight—I was nearly fifty, after all. “He had a mask on, but his smile was amazing, his body was fucking incredible, and shit, the man knew how to work it.”

He leaned in, still shoveling food into his mouth. With class, of course. Despite his playful and sometimes immature actions, the businessman in him carried him through his adult life with grace. “Give me details, man.”

So I did, explaining every second of our encounter right down to my messages and his reactions to them. I didn’t tell him about the way I came too early then kept going until my dick was overstimulated and painful—and still didn’t stop. He didn’t need to know all my kinks.

“I felt a little bad for stealing the other guy’s spotlight, but we had a good time playing off each other. And Substar was taking orders like a perfect boy. He’s—Jesus, man—he is just so fucking perfect. I wish I knew him in real life; I’d make him mine quicker than you could blink.”