Page 14 of To Hate Adam Connor
I was looking at a half-naked Adam Connor. He had these loose shorts on that sat dangerously low, and he was showing me those impressive arm and shoulder muscles as he did pushups with a giggling kid sitting on his back. It was a private show just for me.
How considerate of him, I know.
“I might’ve just drooled a little bit. My God, those arms,” I groaned.
“What are you even talking about?” Olive asked. “I’m trying to open the picture—shit.”
“I zoomed in on those muscles. You can thank me later.”
“Lucy…” She sighed.
“What?”
“You shouldn’t be up there.”
“Not without you, you mean.”
There was a short silence, then she said, “Yes, and that is only because best friends don’t let you do stupid things alone.”
“Riiiight. I’ll let you stick with that.”
The kid hopped off his back and screamed, “You did it, Daddy!” He clapped his hands excitedly. His daddy had definitely done something to my panties, all right. Adam Connor, that mountain of a man, got up off the ground and smiled down at his kid, ruffling his hair. The kid jumped up and they high-fived, then he said something to his hot-as-fuck dad and ran inside. Leaning down, Adam grabbed a towel from one of the lounge chairs and started wiping off the sweat from his chest and abs.
“Dear Lord, I’m done for,” I whispered into the phone.
“What’s he doing? Tell me,” Olive whispered back.
“I wanna lick him up, Olive. Like really bad. I wanna peel him like a banana and…”
“Tell me!”
“Jesus, don’t yell,” I said quietly before I started to describe what was going on just next to her backyard. “His son ran inside, but he is wiping off his abs with a towel right now. He’s so sweaty. Olive…he has a V! He has a damn near perfect V.”
“Is there a different kind?”
“Yes. Yes, definitely. Some just look wrong. But his…my green Olive, those shoulders…I think I’ve died and just stepped into heaven. Even his hair is fuckable. Does that even make sense? Not a huge fan of blonds, but his dark honey blond hair is doing it for me. It’s almost brown anyway. Jesus, I wanna get under him and hold on to those shoulders and just let him pound—”
“Lucy, calm down and don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Olive warned, but it was too late.
“I have to,” I said, whining a little. “I have to say it so it can come true. Pound me. I wanna hold on and just let him pound me.”
“You’re…I don’t even know what you are,” she said, laughing.
“And there is a bulge, Olive.” I groaned quietly as Adam faced me and started stretching his arms with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. “Sweet Jesus, even his throat is sexy. And there is a big bulge, Olive.”
“Is he hard?”
“No—hell, I don’t know, but it couldn’t possibly be that big when he is soft.”
Oh, dear Lord, please don’t let him have big balls and a small dick…
I wondered if I would get arrested if I just hopped over the wall, ran to his side while his eyes were closed, and pulled down his shorts. They wouldn’t count a case of extreme curiosity as a crime, right? Hell, maybe what he was packing in there would be worth the time I’d spend behind bars, daydreaming about his cock.
His kid came running outside, and I shook my head to clear my mind. The kid was wearing the exact same shorts his dad was wearing. The only addition was a white shirt, probably to protect him from the unexpected chill. Never losing the big smile on his face, he handed his fuck-able daddy a water bottle, and I watched him gulp it down in one chug.
I could’ve used some cold water myself, but was anyone thinking about me? Nope.
Then I watched Adam slowly lower himself down again, this time on his perfectly bite-able ass.
