Although, as Hank looked back, he could never tell Dox no, and rarely ever wanted to.
And while he felt exhausted, having Dox there meant a few minutes he didn’t have to worry about JJ. So he risked closing his eyes and leaning against the shower wall to jerk off. Hell, it’d been forever since he’d even donethat.
Usually, there was too much risk of JJ interrupting him. He’d quit counting the number of times she’d cock-blocked him like that. She could be sound asleep, and he’d lock himself in the bathroom, and she’d knock on the door within five seconds of him starting and getting himself good and hard.
Never failed.
Tonight, he pounded his cock hard and fast and really didn’t have time to even work up a good fantasy in the process before he squirted cum all over the shower.
Ahhhh.
Maybe it would be worth the little bit of guilt of having Dox over just to know he could dothatin peace every once in a while.
When he opened the bedroom door he heard Dox and JJ talking, and it reminded him that no, he wasn’t the only one benefitting from this. JJneededfamily, and Doxwasfamily. He walked out to the kitchen to find them working on dinner together. He patted Dox on the back on his way to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water from it.
“Did I tell you how much I love you, dude?”
Dox smiled. “Love you, too, dude.”
“Hey!” JJ teased. “What about me?”
“Love you, too,” Dox said, kissing the top of her head.
“Ditto,” Hank told her, twisting the cap off the bottle to take a drink.
“Does this make you my step-dad, Uncle Dox?” JJ asked, and Hank choked on the swallow of water in his mouth while Dox started laughing.
But before Hank could answer, Dox did. “I don’t have any kids, so how about you can be my honorary daughter?” Dox looked at him and dropped him a wink.
“What’s that mean?” she asked.
“Well, I don’t think your dad wants to marry me,” Dox playfully continued, apparently unfazed by her question. “So it’s sort of a way to say you’re my daughter without you being my daughter.”
Hank was still trying to recover from choking.
JJ nodded. “Do I still call you Uncle Dox?”
“You can call me whatever you want to, sweetie. I know my parents will want to make you their honorary granddaughter, too. I don’t have any nieces or nephews for them to spoil rotten, because I’m an only child.”
“Cool! I’ve always wanted a grandma and grandpa.” She frowned. “Those other people weren’t nice.”
Hank finally recovered. “She knows what Cameron did,” he told Dox. “And what his family tried.”
Her face darkened, the spitting image of Lois. “I don’t want to talk to them or see them. They might take me away from Daddy.”
“No one’s ever taking you from your dad,” Dox said, meeting Hank’s gaze. “I’ll make sure of that. They’d have to go through me first.”
A flash of warmth hit Hank, reminding him of all the times Dox stood up for him when they were younger. “You always did take care of me.”
“Kind of what best friends do.” He smiled as he resumed chopping the broccoli. “They take care of each other.”
After dinner, Hank got JJ put to bed and returned to the living room, where Dox sat on the couch.
He collapsed onto the other end. “Sorry about earlier.”
“About what?”
“Her asking if you were her step-dad. Hope that didn’t weird you out.”
