Page 49 of Rust

“You’re thirty-seven, right?” Dakota asked. “Technically, you’re not twice her age. So relax, man! It’s not thatcreepy.”

Cale added, “Yeah, it’s onlyslightlycreepy.”

“It’s not just the age difference, either,” I said. “There’s something else, too. It gets worse.”

“What is it?”my teammates wanted to know.

“I don’t want to say. Just trust me when I say it’s a bad idea.”

The boys on the plane went“Booooooooo.”

They could gripe all they wanted, but I’d never tell them the girl was my best friend’s daughter. Especially considering these guys already met Johnny. And after the boys hit it off with him in Vegas, they were excited to meet up with him again when we visited Minnesota.

After the commotion died down, Dakota leaned closer. “So what are you going to text her?” he asked. “You gotta keep the conversation going, bro. She wants you. Bad.”

“I’m not texting her anything with you looking over my shoulder,” I growled.

“Fine. I won’t snoop anymore.” He fluffed up his pillow, propped it against the window, and turned away from me.

Making damn sure no one could see over my shoulder, I pulled out my phone and read Isabelle’s last text.

“I’m so embarrassed!”

I tapped out a reply. “Don’t worry. I do the same thing all the time.”

“Yeah, right!”she replied, and added a string of laughing emojis.“Prove it! Lol”

My eyes bulged when I read that. I sneaked a look over at Dakota.Maybe he’s right about the whole cock flare thing.

When I didn’t reply, Isabelle texted,“Rust, promise me you’ll delete it, okay?”

I deleted it from the text like she asked… but only after saving it to my photo gallery first.

“Deleted,” I lied.

“Whew!”she replied, adding a sweat emoji.“Thank you!”

With shifty eyes, I made sure Dakota wasn’t looking. Then I pulled up her picture again. My swollen cock ached between my thighs.

Damn.

Can’t wait until we make it to the hotel.